# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
20 | How glorious is our heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
24 | I sing th' almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
28 | Blest be the wisdon and the pow'r | | | | | | | |
32 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
36 | Great God, to thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
40 | Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace | | | | | | | |
44 | Great God, with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
48 | O 'tis a lovely thing for youth | | | | | | | |
52 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
56 | Let dogs delight to bark and bite | | | | | | | |
60 | There is a God, that reigns above | | | | | | | |
64 | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
68 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
72 | There is beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
76 | Happy the child whose tender years | | | | | | | |
80 | Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
84 | What bless'd examples do I find | | | | | | | |
88 | How doth the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
92 | Why should I join with those in play | | | | | | | |
96 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
100 | Our tongues were made to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
104 | Angels, that high in glory dwell | | | | | | | |
108 | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
112 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
116 | My God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
120 | And now another day is gone | | | | | | | |
124 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
128 | Lord, how delightful 't is to see | | | | | | | |
132 | Thou shalt not have more Gods but me | | | | | | | |
135a | With all thy soul love God above | | | | | | | |
135b | Be you to others kind and true | | | | | | | |
136 | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
137 | Hosanna to king David's Son! | | | | | | | |
138a | Hosanna to the Prince of grace | | | | | | | |
138b | Hosanna to the Son | | | | | | | |
139a | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
139b | Now let the Father and the Son | | | | | | | |
139c | Give to the Father praise | | | | | | | |
142 | 'Tis the voice of a sluggard; I heard him complain | | | | | | | |
146 | Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs | | | | | | | |
150 | Why should I deprive my neighbour | | | | | | | |
154 | These Emmets, how little they are in our eyes! | | | | | | | |
158 | How fair is the rose! what a beautiful | | | | | | | |
162 | Though I'm now in younger years | | | | | | | |
166 | How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun! | | | | | | | |
170 | Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber | | | | | | | |
176 | Once on a time, a Paper Kite | | | | | | | |
180 | Prithee, little buzzing Fly | | | | | | | |
184 | Pity the sorrows of a poor old man | | | | | | | |
188 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]