| A ship goes sailing over the sea | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 2 |
| Bells of Christmas, swing | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 8 |
| Clink, clink, clink; Hear the pennies falling | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 2 |
| Day is gone, night is come | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | | 2 |
| El niño pequeño de toda región | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | Spanish | 5 |
| Everything our eyes can see | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | | 2 |
| Father of Lights, whose blessings | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 1 |
| Float, rosy clouds, float softly, lightly by | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 1 |
| Giving, giving, ever giving, love's sweet offering gladly bring | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 3 |
| Green grow the grasses, my baby | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 2 |
| Happy birds are flying | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | | 2 |
| He grew in stature as a flower growing | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 1 |
| Hear, O Father, hear our prayer | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 1 |
| Hosanna, hosanna, the happy children cry | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 8 |
| I'll be a little sunbeam | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | | 2 |
| In the clear, cool water | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 7 |
| In the field the white sheep | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | | 2 |
| Jesus, teach my hands to do | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 1 |
| Jesus, who loves and blesses little children | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 4 |
| Let us all give thanks and pray | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 3 |
| Oh, Pastor bendito, escucha | M. C. Brown (Author) | Spanish | 1 |
| Our Father has written sweet stories | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 1 |
| Our little boats are sailing off | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 1 |
| Puedo oír la voz de Cristo | Margaret Brown (Author) | Spanish | 2 |
| Sabbath bells are pealing, pealing | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 3 |
| Share with me, O share | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | | 1 |
| Shiny brown seed, tiny brown seed | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 5 |
| Snowdrops, lift your timid heads | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 1 |
| Softly and silently falleth | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | | 2 |
| The cunning papoose in the wigwam that lives | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 23 |
| The great round world is rolling on | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 1 |
| The sheep lay on the grassy plain | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 2 |
| The week is made of seven days | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 3 |
| We all are little builders | Margaret C. Brown (Author) | English | 5 |
| We are coming, coming, coming | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 1 |
| We come, we come, from far and near | Margaret Coote Brown (Author) | English | 2 |
| While the twilight radiance lingers | M. C. B. (Author) | English | 1 |
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