| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A good right hand, a left | | | | | | | |
| d2 | All things beautiful and fair | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Angels sang that wondrous story | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Angry words, O let them never | | | | | | | |
| d5 | As a shepherd he will lead them | | | | | | | |
| d6 | As on the path of life we tread | | | | | | | |
| d7 | As we go along life's way | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Banner bright with thy colors shining o'er us | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Be silent, tongue, except some word | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Brighten up the shady spots | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Can you count the stars in the | | | | | | | |
| d13 | C-L-O-C-K--The world is like a shelf | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Come, rejoicing, happy children | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Drawn by the cords of infinite love | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Drop by drop the rain comes | | | | | | | |
| d19 | For many, many blessings | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Give, said the little stream | | | | | | | |
| d22 | God sees the little sparrow fall | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Happy little children, on this blessed day | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Happy little sunbeam children | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Hark 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Have you seen our badges new | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Hear the great big clock | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Hear the pennies dropping, Listen while they fall | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Holy night, peaceful night | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
| d31 | How do I know about God | | | | | | | |
| d32 | How tenderly Jesus loves us | | | | | | | |
| d33 | How we love the dear old story | | | | | | | |
| d34 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
| d35 | I can hear my [the] Savior calling | | | | | | | |
| d36 | I have a friend who loves me | | | | | | | |
| d37 | I love to tell the story which angel voices tell | | | | | | | |
| d38 | I must do something for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d39 | I saw a little snowflake | | | | | | | |
| d40 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
| d41 | I want to cast a kindly gleam | | | | | | | |
| d42 | I washed my hands this morning | | | | | | | |
| d43 | I would be a sunbeam | | | | | | | |
| d44 | If some little sunbeam, so warm and bright | | | | | | | |
| d45 | If the dark shadows gather, as you go along | | | | | | | |
| d46 | If you have a pleasant thought, sing it | | | | | | | |
| d47 | If you would a blessing be | | | | | | | |
| d48 | I'm a little pilgrim, With my staff in hand | | | | | | | |
| d49 | I'm not too young for God to see | | | | | | | |
| d50 | I'm only a little herald | | | | | | | |
| d51 | In peace silence lay | | | | | | | |
| d52 | In the sunshine of his mercy | | | | | | | |
| d53 | Into a [the] tent where a gypsy boy lay | | | | | | | |
| d54 | I've a motto, boys, for you | | | | | | | |
| d55 | I've two little hands to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d56 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
| d57 | Jesus loves children, the Bible says so | | | | | | | |
| d58 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
| d59 | Jesus, the meek and mild | | | | | | | |
| d60 | Jesus wants the children | | | | | | | |
| d61 | Jesus wants these little feet | | | | | | | |
| d62 | Jesus wants us all to live right | | | | | | | |
| d63 | Jesus wants us all to work | | | | | | | |
| d64 | Jesus was a little child | | | | | | | |
| d65 | Just keep busy every day | | | | | | | |
| d66 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
| d67 | Let our hearts be always | | | | | | | |
| d68 | List, to the bells that ring today | | | | | | | |
| d69 | List to the voice of the flower | | | | | | | |
| d70 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
| d71 | Little eyes, little eyes Softly close in worship now | | | | | | | |
| d72 | Little robin redbreast | | | | | | | |
| d73 | Little steps of kindness | | | | | | | |
| d74 | Looking on the bright side | | | | | | | |
| d75 | Love your neighbor | | | | | | | |
| d76 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
| d77 | My hands I raise the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d78 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
| d79 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
| d80 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d81 | No warm, downy pillow his sweet head pressed | | | | | | | |
| d82 | O gentle Savior, from Thy throne on high | | | | | | | |
| d83 | O we are little Christians | | | | | | | |
| d84 | Of ten small things I'll | | | | | | | |
| d85 | Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed | | | | | | | |
| d86 | One day a little fluffy owl | | | | | | | |
| d87 | Only a rose by the way | | | | | | | |
| d88 | Only little hands have we | | | | | | | |
| d89 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
| d90 | Pennies we are bringing | | | | | | | |
| d91 | Raindrops are falling | | | | | | | |
| d92 | Robin redbreast, there is something | | | | | | | |
| d93 | Robin, swinging above | | | | | | | |
| d94 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
| d95 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
| d96 | See the happy birdlings | | | | | | | |
| d97 | See the little raindrops falling, falling | | | | | | | |
| d98 | Should those who once were friendly | | | | | | | |
| d99 | Singing, singing every day, working for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d100 | Sleep, birdies in you downy nest | | | | | | | |
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