# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little kingdom I possess | | | | | | | |
d2 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d3 | All good night | | | | | | | |
d4 | And are you in the stars, dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d5 | And the sun he set out on his mighty | | | | | | | |
d6 | Angry words, O let them never | | | | | | | |
d7 | Another day its course has [hath] run | | | | | | | |
d8 | At Easter morn the lark, ascending | | | | | | | |
d9 | Awake, awake the tuneful voice | | | | | | | |
d10 | Awake, thou wintry earth | | | | | | | |
d11 | Be firm and be faithful, desert not | | | | | | | |
d12 | Be with us ever, O Shepherd of Love | | | | | | | |
d13 | Beautiful rose of such fragrance rare | | | | | | | |
d14 | Best of the seven, O holy day | | | | | | | |
d15 | Blessing [blessings] on thee, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d16 | Canst thou count the stars up yonder | | | | | | | |
d17 | Cheerfully, cheerfully let us all live | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, all ye children, march | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, join the noble army | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, May, thou lovely lingerer | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come to the Father, make no delay | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, ye [you] thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
d24 | Courage, brother, do not stumble | | | | | | | |
d25 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d26 | Do not look for wrong and evil | | | | | | | |
d27 | Do the right, never fear | | | | | | | |
d28 | Don't kill the birds, the little birds | | | | | | | |
d29 | Father Almighty, bless us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d30 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d31 | From the hills of Judea, there came a sweet voice | | | | | | | |
d32 | Gentle Jesus, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
d33 | Gird on the armor, brave soul, today | | | | | | | |
d34 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d35 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d36 | God make [made] my life a little light within the world | | | | | | | |
d37 | God of the glorious summer hours | | | | | | | |
d38 | God rest you [ye] merry, gentlemen | | | | | | | |
d39 | Gracious God, our heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
d40 | Great God, and wilt thou condescend | | | | | | | |
d41 | Hand in hand together, with heart | | | | | | | |
d42 | Hand in hand with angels | | | | | | | |
d43 | Happy, happy Sunday bells | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hark, the lilies whisper tenderly and low | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d46 | He is risen, he is risen, tell it | | | | | | | |
d47 | Higher, higher we will [will we] climb | | | | | | | |
d48 | How dear is the thought that the angels of God | | | | | | | |
d49 | How many little children within the city | | | | | | | |
d50 | I asked a Rivulet to tell | | | | | | | |
d51 | I heard the robin singing | | | | | | | |
d52 | I read of many mansions | | | | | | | |
d53 | I sing of thee, my native land | | | | | | | |
d54 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
d55 | If I were a sunbeam, I know what I would do I | | | | | | | |
d56 | If you have a pleasant thought, sing it | | | | | | | |
d57 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
d58 | In olden time men worshiped | | | | | | | |
d59 | In the cleft of rock, by the side | | | | | | | |
d60 | It was our heavenly Father's love | | | | | | | |
d61 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
d62 | Joyfully, joyfully, come we to bring | | | | | | | |
d63 | Kind hearts are the gardens | | | | | | | |
d64 | Land of the heroes, who won us | | | | | | | |
d65 | Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d66 | Let precious truth and honesty | | | | | | | |
d67 | Let the merry church bells ring | | | | | | | |
d68 | Let us be tender, and trusty, and true | | | | | | | |
d69 | Let us sing the praise of Love | | | | | | | |
d70 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d71 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d72 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d73 | Lord of the nations, we to thee | | | | | | | |
d74 | Maker of earth, sea and sky | | | | | | | |
d75 | Merry, merry, merry, merry children we | | | | | | | |
d76 | Mighty God, we worship | | | | | | | |
d77 | Mine be the tongue that always shrinks | | | | | | | |
d78 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d79 | Morn so fair | | | | | | | |
d80 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
d81 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d82 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d83 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d84 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d85 | Never forget the dear ones | | | | | | | |
d86 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
d87 | Now the star of light has risen | | | | | | | |
d88 | O God, I thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
d89 | O praise the Lord, ye youthful choirs, adore him | | | | | | | |
d90 | O see how fair, how sweet, how clear | | | | | | | |
d91 | O tell us not of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d92 | O the Father's hands are helping | | | | | | | |
d93 | O the years they are gliding away | | | | | | | |
d94 | O thou who sendest sun and rain | | | | | | | |
d95 | O would you be a sunbeam | | | | | | | |
d96 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d97 | One sweet [bright] flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
d98 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
d99 | Our father's faith, it is of thee | | | | | | | |
d100 | Our heavenly Father, as we bow before thee | | | | | | | |