# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
101 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | |  | |
102 | Hark! hark, my soul, Angelic songs are swelling | | | | | |  | |
103 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | |  | |
104 | When Jesus left his Father's [heavenly] throne | | | | | |  | |
105 | Words are things of little cost | | | | | |  | |
106 | Heavenly Father, send thy blessing | HOLY INNOCENTS | | | | |  | |
107 | O Lord, behold before Thy throne | | | | | |  | |
108 | Yes, for me, for me He careth | | | | | |  | |
109 | O holy Lord content to fill in lowly home the lowliest place | | | | | |  | |
110 | We are but little children weak | | | | | |  | |
111 | Come sing with holy holy [joy and] gladness, Alleluias | | | | | |  | |
112 | To have each day the thing I wish | | | | | |  | |
113 | Gracious Savior, gentle [holy] Shepherd, Little ones [All thy lambs] [Children all] | | | | | |  | |
114 | Within the temple's hallowed walls | | | | | |  | |
115 | Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise | [Humble praises, holy Jesus] | | | | |  | |
116 | Little children, come to Jesus | | | | | |  | |
117 | Thy Cross, O Lord, the holy sign | | | | | |  | |
118 | There's no other Friend like Jesus | | | | | |  | |
119 | O happy band of pilgrims | | | | | |  | |
120 | A gentle and a holy Child | | | | | |  | |
121 | There's a Friend for little children | CHENIES | | | | |  | |
122 | When of old the Jewish mothers | | | | | |  | |
123 | Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me | [Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me] | | | | |  | |
124 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | |  | |
125 | Fiercely came the tempest sweeping | | | | | |  | |
126 | God of mercy, throned on high | | | | | |  | |
127 | In the vineyard of our father | MABEL | | | | |  | |
128 | All thy works, O heavenly Father | | | | | |  | |
129 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | |  | |
130 | When His salvation bringing | MEHUL | | | | |  | |
131 | The wise may bring their learning | [The wise may bring their learning] | | | | |  | |
132 | Father, though thy name be holy | | | | | |  | |
133 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | |  | |
134 | Once was heard the songs of children | | | | | |  | |
135 | There is a happy land, fast by the throne | | | | | |  | |
136 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | [Gentle Jesus, meek and mild] | | | | |  | |
137 | God's dear child returning home | R. REDHEAD | | | | |  | |
138 | Pity on us, Heavenly Father | | | | | |  | |
139 | Virgin born the King of heaven | | | | | |  | |
140 | Praise the Lord of Heaven | | | | | |  | |
141 | Lo! the pilgrim Magi | | | | | |  | |
142 | We march, we march to victory | | | | | |  | |
143 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | |  | |
144 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | |  | |
145 | We are marching through the desert | | | | | |  | |
146 | Savior, blessed Savior, listen while we sing | | | | | |  | |
147 | The sword of the Lord and of Gideon | | | | | |  | |
C1 | Christ was born on Christmas day | | | | | |  | |
C2 | Mortals awake, the morning is breaking | | | | | |  | |
C3 | Come ye lofty, come ye lowly | | | | | |  | |
C4 | See the morning Star is dwelling | | | | | |  | |
C5 | Simple Carolers are we | | | | | |  | |
C6 | Good Christian men [friends], rejoice, with heart and soul | | | | | |  | |
C7 | Hark, what sounds are sweetly stealing | | | | | |  | |
C8 | Carol, carol, Christians, carol joyfully | | | | | |  | |
C9 | What child is this, who, laid to rest | | | | | |  | |
C10 | Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed | | | | | |  | |
C11 | Now we bring our Christmas treasures | | | | | |  | |
C12 | Like silver lamps in a distant shrine | | | | | |  | |
C13 | Hark to the merry bells | | | | | |  | |
C14 | When Christ was born of Mary free | | | | | |  | |
C15 | Carol, but with gladness | CAROL, BROTHERS, CAROL | | | | |  | |
C16 | See amid the winter's snow | | | | | |  | |
C17 | Silent night, holy night | | | | | |  | |
C18 | Come, let us sing of those sweet babes | THE HOLY INNOCENTS | | | | |  | |
C19 | Gather round [around] the [our] Christmas tree | | | | | |  | |
C20 | Saw ye never in the twilight | | | | | |  | |
C21 | Star of glory, brightly streaming | | | | | |  | |
C22 | Deep the gloom, and still the night | | | | | |  | |
C23 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | |  | |
C24 | Sing the battle sharp and glorious | | | | | |  | |
C25 | The Lord is risen, risen indeed, Your carols blithely sing | | | | | |  | |
C26 | Christ, the Lord is risen again | | | | | |  | |
C27 | Near the tomb where Jesus slept | [Near the Tomb where Jesus slept] | | | | |  | |
C28 | Christ is risen! Christ is risen! | [Christ is risen!] | | | | |  | |
C29 | The stone is rolled away from the door | | | | | |  | |
C30 | Soldiers, awake! This is the festal hour | | | | | |  | |
C31 | Put on, put on your best array | | | | | |  | |
C32 | Sing your carols to-day | | | | | |  | |