# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Beautiful the little hands | | | | | | | |
d2 | Each little flower that opens | | | | | | | |
d3 | God has made the sunshine, God hath made the light | | | | | | | |
d4 | I don't have to wait until I'm grown up | | | | | | | |
d5 | I think God gives the children | | | | | | | |
d6 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d7 | Jesus loves the little children, The whole wide world around | | | | | | | |
d8 | Just as the stars are shining Making the darkness | | | | | | | |
d9 | Little beam of rosy light | | | | | | | |
d10 | Little bird, little bird Singing in the tree | | | | | | | |
d11 | Little birds their maker praise | | | | | | | |
d12 | Little ones may be just like the fruitful trees | | | | | | | |
d13 | Lord, teach a [this] little child to pray | | | | | | | |
d14 | Many birds are singing | | | | | | | |
d15 | O loving Savior, kind and true | | | | | | | |
d16 | O see the sky, so blue, so high | | | | | | | |
d17 | See the church doors open wide | | | | | | | |
d18 | Suffer little children to come unto me | | | | | | | |
d19 | There are two ways built for little feet | | | | | | | |
d20 | We are happy all the while | | | | | | | |
d21 | We are little children, Very young indeed | | | | | | | |
d22 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]