# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
81 | Little givers, come and bring | | | | | |  | |
82 | What can I give to Jesus | | | | | |  | |
83 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | |  | |
84 | A wonderful house have I | | | | | |  | |
85 | We'll try to be like Jesus | | | | | |  | |
86 | I'll hie me down to yonder bank | | | | | |  | |
87 | If you cannot cross the ocean | | | | | |  | |
88 | There is something on earth for the children to do | | | | | |  | |
89 | It is God's mercy give us | | | | | |  | |
90 | I would be thy little lamb | | | | | |  | |
91 | Little eyes, little eyes | | | | | |  | |
92 | Do we love our gentle Savior | | | | | |  | |
93 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | |  | |
94 | I will be good, dear mother | | | | | |  | |
95 | I want to do right | | | | | |  | |
96 | Give, said the little stream | | | | | |  | |
97 | Guard, my child, thy tongue | | | | | |  | |
98 | Scatter smiles, bright smiles | | | | | |  | |
99 | I'm a little pilgrim, And a stranger here | | | | | |  | |
100 | Lead me, lead me, lead me precious Savior | | | | | |  | |
101 | We are little travelers, Marching, marching | | | | | |  | |
102a | Great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | |  | |
102b | Little drops of water | | | | | |  | |
103a | O send forth the Bible | [Oh send forth the Bible, more precious than gold] | | | | |  | |
103b | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | |  | |
104 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | |  | |
105 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | |  | |
106 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | |  | |
107 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | |  | |
108 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | |  | |
109a | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | |  | |
109b | Little travelers Zionward, Each one entering | | | | | |  | |
109c | The dearest gift of heaven | | | | | |  | |
110 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | |  | |
111 | By friends and faithful teachers | | | | | |  | |
112 | Do the children know of Jesus, Over there, over there? | | | | | |  | |
113 | Give to the poor, O children | | | | | |  | |
114 | I asked a sweet robin, one morning in May | | | | | |  | |
115 | I've thought of little children | | | | | |  | |
116 | Don't drink it, boys, don't drink it | | | | | |  | |
117 | Little children, sweetly sing | | | | | |  | |
118 | Ring the bells, the Christmas bells, Chime out | | | | | |  | |
119 | Christ was born in Bethlehem | | | | | |  | |
120 | Sing, sing, ye hosts of light | | | | | |  | |
121 | Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed | | | | | |  | |
122 | Merry, merry Christmas, everywhere | | | | | |  | |
123 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | |  | |
124 | We are glad for this, our Christmas | | | | | |  | |
125 | And there were in the same country shepherds | | | | | |  | |
126a | The book of the new year is opened | | | | | |  | |
126b | The day is past and over | | | | | |  | |
127 | There cometh a dove on beautiful wings | | | | | |  | |
128 | Bye, baby, day is over | | | | | |  | |
129a | Close beneath thy mother's wing | | | | | |  | |
129b | Little blue eyes gently closing | | | | | |  | |
130a | Sleep, my darling, sleep! | | | | | |  | |
130b | Now I lay me down to sleep | | | | | |  | |
131 | Evening is falling to sleep in the west | | | | | |  | |
132a | 'Tis a lesson you should heed | | | | | |  | |
132b | Come, let us learn to sing | | | | | |  | |
133 | Foolish old hen | | | | | |  | |
134a | I've been sitting by the hill-side | | | | | |  | |
134b | Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber | | | | | |  | |
135 | Come out, come out, this winter's day | | | | | |  | |
136 | Cluck! Cluck! cluck! See how the chickens fly! | | | | | |  | |
137 | What does little birdie say | | | | | |  | |
138 | Baby bye, Here's a fly | | | | | |  | |
140 | "Dear mother," said a little fish | | | | | |  | |
141 | Two robin red-breasts, in their nest | | | | | |  | |
142 | Chirp, chirp, chirp! Soon as fades the light | | | | | |  | |
143 | In the days that are sunny | | | | | |  | |
144 | Roses in bloom | | | | | |  | |
145a | Round and round it goes! | | | | | |  | |
145b | Which way does the wind blow | | | | | |  | |
146 | Oh say, busy bee, whither now are you going? | | | | | |  | |
147 | Come, soft and lovely evening | | | | | |  | |
148 | O little mouse, O little mouse | | | | | |  | |
149a | Let us march without a blunder | | | | | |  | |
149b | One by one we move along | | | | | |  | |
149c | We the slender twigs are taking | | | | | |  | |
150 | Quickly from the bed we rise | | | | | |  | |
151a | Birdie in the greenwood | | | | | |  | |
151b | In the branches of the tree | | | | | |  | |
152a | Oh butterfly stay | | | | | |  | |
152b | When mama does the pigeons call | | | | | |  | |
153a | We open the pigeon-house again | | | | | |  | |
153b | The watches, for good reasons | | | | | |  | |
154a | Shall we show you how the farmer | | | | | |  | |
154b | Barrels I bind as a cooper should do | | | | | |  | |
155a | Our vessel forward calmly sails | | | | | |  | |
155b | The mill-wheels are clapping | | | | | |  | |
156a | See the windmill whirling round | | | | | |  | |
156b | Let us now begin our sawing | | | | | |  | |