| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A birthday child I am today | | | | | | | |
| d2 | A great world, a fair world | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Because I'm small and helpless | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Each little flower that opens | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Each little rain drop does its part | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Every little bit we're giving | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Every word of kindness | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Father, is so big and strong | | | | | | | |
| d10 | From the Orient came the wise men | | | | | | | |
| d11 | From your lips speak the truth | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Good morning, dear friends | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Goodbye, goodbye, We'll see you | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Goodbye, little friends | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Goodbye to the old year | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Heavenly Father in thy mercy | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Heavenly Father, send thy blessing | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Hop, hop little bird | | | | | | | |
| d19 | I am a little one, but Jesus knows | | | | | | | |
| d20 | I am glad I have two little eyes | | | | | | | |
| d21 | I cannot see the wind that blows | | | | | | | |
| d22 | I like the sun to keep me warm | | | | | | | |
| d23 | I will never fear, love is ever | | | | | | | |
| d24 | I wonder was Jesus' mother | | | | | | | |
| d25 | In olden times the wise men say | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Jesus, bless this little baby | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Jesus' love is all about us | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Let the little children come | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Let us lift our voices, singing of that day | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Mother bird sings | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Mother loves me, father too | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Mother made our clothes | | | | | | | |
| d33 | My father and my mother give me | | | | | | | |
| d34 | My father needs a strong little helper | | | | | | | |
| d35 | My mother is the dearest thing | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Neath the grasses parched | | | | | | | |
| d37 | O keep us ever in thy love | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Pitter, patter, pitter, patter | | | | | | | |
| d39 | See the flowers of the field | | | | | | | |
| d40 | Shepherds laying asleeping | | | | | | | |
| d41 | Should not every little child | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Softly snow is falling | | | | | | | |
| d43 | Teach us how to lighten burdens | | | | | | | |
| d44 | The birds are far more clever | | | | | | | |
| d45 | The cold earth melts | | | | | | | |
| d46 | The cow gives milk | | | | | | | |
| d47 | The flowers all grow | | | | | | | |
| d48 | The little brook is silent now | | | | | | | |
| d49 | The mother bird cuddles her babies to rest | | | | | | | |
| d50 | The stream is dancing gaily now | | | | | | | |
| d51 | The sun loves to give its warm | | | | | | | |
| d52 | The trees have lost their leaves | | | | | | | |
| d53 | The trees they give us fruit | | | | | | | |
| d54 | The wise men brought their presents to lay at Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
| d55 | The world is full of lovely things | | | | | | | |
| d56 | To love someone more dearly every day | | | | | | | |
| d57 | We love to give as the heavens | | | | | | | |
| d58 | We're on the threshhold | | | | | | | |
| d59 | What can we give Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d60 | When a little chicken drinks | | | | | | | |
| d61 | Who fought for the freedom | | | | | | | |
| d62 | Why are the firs so green | | | | | | | |
My Starred Hymns
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My Hymnals
