# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A gladsome hymn of praise we sing | | | | | | | |
d2 | All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer, King | | | | | | | |
d3 | All the happy children gladly join our song | | | | | | | |
d4 | All things bright and beautiful | | | | | | | |
d5 | At Easter time the lilies fair | | | | | | | |
d6 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d7 | Birds are singing, woods are ringing | | | | | | | |
d8 | Do the children far away | | | | | | | |
d9 | Every morning seems to say | | | | | | | |
d10 | Far away in old Judea | | | | | | | |
d11 | Father, hear us as we pray | | | | | | | |
d12 | Father, we thank thee [you] for the night | | | | | | | |
d13 | For flowers that bloom about our feet | | | | | | | |
d14 | For the fruit upon the tree | | | | | | | |
d15 | God sees the little sparrow fall | | | | | | | |
d16 | He dug his garden, he sowed the seeds | | | | | | | |
d17 | How far is it to Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d18 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d19 | I want to send a whisper song | | | | | | | |
d20 | In the early morning, dark shadows stay | | | | | | | |
d21 | Infant holy, infant lowly For his bed a cattle stall | | | | | | | |
d22 | Jesus loves the little children, For he said one day | | | | | | | |
d23 | Jesus, our Brother, strong [kind] and good | | | | | | | |
d24 | Jesus, Son of God most high | | | | | | | |
d25 | Lovely spring has come again | | | | | | | |
d26 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d27 | O who can make a flower | | | | | | | |
d28 | Once a little baby lay Cradled on the fragrant hay | | | | | | | |
d29 | Once there was a little town upon a quiet hill | | | | | | | |
d30 | Our Father, thou hast given me | | | | | | | |
d31 | Praise him, praise him, all ye little children | | | | | | | |
d32 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d33 | Tell me the stories of Jesus, I love to hear | | | | | | | |
d34 | The flowers all sleep soundly | | | | | | | |
d35 | The little flowers came through the ground | | | | | | | |
d36 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d37 | We thank thee, O our Father, for all thy loving care | | | | | | | |
d38 | What child is this, who, laid to rest | | | | | | | |
d39 | Who has seen the wind | | | | | | | |
d40 | Who made ocean, earth, and sky | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]