# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Arise ye saints, arise, the Lord our leader is | | | | | | | |
d2 | As sunshine paints the distant hills | | | | | | | |
d3 | Beautiful thought from Holy Word | | | | | | | |
d4 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d5 | Believe it, dear children, that now is the time | | | | | | | |
d6 | Brightly gleams the golden morning | | | | | | | |
d7 | Children join with hearts and voices | | | | | | | |
d8 | Children tell the wondrous story, tell it | | | | | | | |
d9 | Christians' nativity, realm of true liberty | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come to the house of God | | | | | | | |
d11 | Comes each day the guest unbidden | | | | | | | |
d12 | Cradled all lowly, behold the Savior child | | | | | | | |
d13 | Ever patient, gentle, meek | | | | | | | |
d14 | Faint not, weary pilgrim, faint not by the way | | | | | | | |
d15 | Far out of sight, while sorrows | | | | | | | |
d16 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d17 | Good night, good night, till we meet in the morning | | | | | | | |
d18 | Hark, what sound is this I hear | | | | | | | |
d19 | Ho, everyone that thirsteth, Ho, everyone that thirsteth | | | | | | | |
d20 | How great was thine honor, O Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d21 | How sweet the Christian's hope to me | | | | | | | |
d22 | I come, I come, O Lord to thee | | | | | | | |
d23 | I'm not too young for God to see | | | | | | | |
d24 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d25 | Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear | | | | | | | |
d26 | Jesus knows a child's temptations | | | | | | | |
d27 | Jesus, Savior hear my call, sinful | | | | | | | |
d28 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
d29 | Little children, praise the Savior, He regards you from above | | | | | | | |
d30 | Little pilgrims are we all | | | | | | | |
d31 | Look out upon the ocean the deep and mighty sea | | | | | | | |
d32 | Lord, a happy child of Thine | | | | | | | |
d33 | Lord Jesus, we read in thine own blessed word | | | | | | | |
d34 | O God, I seek thy smiling face | | | | | | | |
d35 | O Lord, I praise thy holy name | | | | | | | |
d36 | O love divine, O wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d37 | O make me, Lord, thy statutes learn | | | | | | | |
d38 | O Savior, by thy grace keep me | | | | | | | |
d39 | O sing the sweet, sweet story of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d40 | O the resurrection morning, when the bonds | | | | | | | |
d41 | Once more over Jordan the Master has passed | | | | | | | |
d42 | Only a little lamb, But thou dost care for me | | | | | | | |
d43 | Passing through this vale of tears | | | | | | | |
d44 | Praise to God, glory today, All his works | | | | | | | |
d45 | Precious things are in the Bible | | | | | | | |
d46 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | | | |
d47 | Since a Father's arm sustains thee | | | | | | | |
d48 | Standing idle in the market | | | | | | | |
d49 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
d50 | Take the world, but give me Jesus, All its joys are but a name | | | | | | | |
d51 | The angels hailed with joy the morn | | | | | | | |
d52 | There is a home of perfect peace | | | | | | | |
d53 | Though storm clouds hang above our heads | | | | | | | |
d54 | Though the cloud that hid our Savior | | | | | | | |
d55 | Thy day, O Lord, with song we greet | | | | | | | |
d56 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d57 | Time's sun is fast setting | | | | | | | |
d58 | To my dying child, O Master | | | | | | | |
d59 | Up and doing, little Christian | | | | | | | |
d60 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d61 | We are but minutes, little things | | | | | | | |
d62 | We have heard of a land that is fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d63 | What though before me it is [be] dark | | | | | | | |
d64 | When Christ, the Lord, was crucified | | | | | | | |
d65 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d66 | When morning wakes in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d67 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | | | | | | | |
d68 | With my whole heart I've sought thy face | | | | | | | |
d69 | Ye may have life, o words divine | | | | | | | |