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Songs for the Little Ones at Home

#	Text	Tune
d101	I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek
d102	I will be good, dear mother
d103	If ever I see on bush or tree
d104	If little children love to pray
d105	I'll never hurt a little dog
d106	I'll never use tobacco
d107	I'm little Robin Redbreast, sir
d108	I'm not made for idle play
d109	I'm very glad the spring is come
d110	In your play be very careful
d111	Isaac was ransomed while he lay
d112	I've an ever present Friend
d113	Jesus, high in glory
d114	Jesus, Savior, Son of God, who for me life's pathway trod
d115	Jesus says that we must love him
d116	Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us
d117	Jingle, jingle, go the bells
d118	Ladies and gentlemen, listen to my song
d119	Little brother, darling boy
d120	Little child, when you're at play
d121	Little children, when you pray
d122	Little drops of water, little grains of sand
d123	Little Mary was good
d124	Little puss come here to me
d125	Little sister come away
d126	Look the black cloud rises high
d127	Lord, I would own thy tender [every] care
d128	Lord, teach us [me] how to pray aright
d129	Mama, let's go and see the lambs
d130	Mama, my head, poor Anna said
d131	Matilda was a pleasant child
d132	Mother, how can flowers grow
d133	Mother, who made the stars which light
d134	My Father, I thank thee for sleep
d135	My father, my mother, I know
d136	My father raised his trembling hand
d137	My grandmother lives on a farm
d138	My little body's formed by God
d139	My little canary I carried one day
d140	My merry little fly, play here
d141	My mother, my kind mother
d142	My own mamma, my dear mamma
d143	My pretty flowers are gone away
d144	Never, my child, forget to pray
d145	Now dolly, my dear
d146	Now I wake and open my eyes
d147	Now, little Georgie, jump up high
d148	Now the spring is coming on
d149	O Anna, this will never do
d150	O, dear mamma,, where are you gone
d151	O dear me, Emma, how is this
d152	O dear, O dear, what shall I do
d153	O, Father, bless a little child
d154	O fie, Amelia, I'm ashamed
d155	O hark, O hark, the baby cries
d156	O if I were a robin
d157	O look at my kite, almost out of sight
d158	O mother dear, pray tell me where The bees in winter stay
d159	O poor little robin, so cold and so wet
d160	O see, the snow is falling now
d161	O Susey, stop a moment, dear
d162	O that it were my chief delight
d163	O there's the squirrel perched aloft
d164	Once there was a little boy
d165	One God I must worship supreme
d166	One winter's day the wind blew high
d167	Our Father, our Father in heaven
d168	Pretty bee pray tell me why
d169	Pretty bud I love to see
d170	See, mamma, the crumbs are flying
d171	See me, I am a little boy
d172	See that heathen mother stand
d173	See, the chickens round the gate
d174	See, the stars are coming
d175	She said, I should like to be happy
d176	Should you wish to be told
d177	Sixty seconds make a minute
d178	Sleep, baby, sleep, no longer weep
d179	Sleep, my baby, sleep, my boy
d180	Sweet little mistress, let me go
d181	Tell me, mamma, if I must die
d182	Thank you, pretty cow
d183	The A, B, C, is pleasant to me
d184	The boy stood on the burning deck
d185	The breaking waves dashed high
d186	The butterfly, an idle thing
d187	The candles are lighted, the fire blazes bright
d188	The clouds look sad
d189	The cock is crowning
d190	The flowers are blooming everywhere
d191	The great Jehovah speaks to us
d192	The ground was all covered with snow one day
d193	The lambs sleep in the fields
d194	The Lord above is pleased to see
d195	The moon is very fair and bright
d196	The morning bright, with rosy light
d197	The mother looked pale and her face was (quite) sad
d198	The pretty little lambs that lie
d199	The Savior from his throne
d200	The sun hath [has] gone to rest

[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]

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