# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A voice that I hear, across the sea | | | | | | | |
d2 | Another little form asleep | | | | | | | |
d3 | Are all your matches sold yet | | | | | | | |
d4 | At dewy dawn, in misty morn | | | | | | | |
d5 | Be not swift to take offense | | | | | | | |
d6 | Charlie wants a piece of bread | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come and join us in our pleasures | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come, O come, and gaily go | | | | | | | |
d9 | Down from the skies bending low | | | | | | | |
d10 | Draw nigh to us, our Father | | | | | | | |
d11 | Drummer boy, drummer boy, where are you speeding | | | | | | | |
d12 | Fly, birdie sweet, fly far | | | | | | | |
d13 | Hark, how your leader's bugle is sounding | | | | | | | |
d14 | Holy Father, grant thy blessing to us children | | | | | | | |
d15 | How it marches, the flag of the union | | | | | | | |
d16 | How strange it seems that I could | | | | | | | |
d17 | I missed dear little Mabel from her class and school one | | | | | | | |
d18 | Let me kiss you, father | | | | | | | |
d19 | Little sunbeams we'll away | | | | | | | |
d20 | Long ago when little children | | | | | | | |
d21 | Mid the pastures green of the blessed isles | | | | | | | |
d22 | No sounding battle-cry we ring | | | | | | | |
d23 | Our Father, teach us how to pray | | | | | | | |
d24 | Praise the Lord, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
d25 | Round the temperance standard rally | | | | | | | |
d26 | School is done, school is done | | | | | | | |
d27 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
d28 | Thank God for our country | | | | | | | |
d29 | The angel death has borne away | | | | | | | |
d30 | The ground was all covered with snow one day | | | | | | | |
d31 | There are unseen bands of angels | | | | | | | |
d32 | There were ringing notes | | | | | | | |
d33 | Thou, who in thy church of old | | | | | | | |
d34 | Up the steeps the morn is bounding | | | | | | | |
d35 | We are little sunbeams, Shining | | | | | | | |
d36 | We come to thy temple, O Savior of love | | | | | | | |
d37 | We praise thee, we bless thee, our Father and Friend | | | | | | | |
d38 | When light o'er the mountain rill | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]