# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
d2 | A little child I am indeed | | | | | | | |
d3 | A pilgrim and a stranger here | | | | | | | |
d4 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d5 | Although I am a sinful child | | | | | | | |
d6 | And is it true as I am told | | | | | | | |
d7 | Another year, another year, has quickly passed away | | | | | | | |
d8 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d9 | As Jesus rode, the crowds | | | | | | | |
d10 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d11 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d12 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d13 | Behold, the expected time draw [draws] near | | | | | | | |
d14 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d15 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d16 | Children hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
d17 | Children hear the Saviors call humbly at his footstool fall | | | | | | | |
d18 | Children listen to the Lord | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come, children, and join in our festival song | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come children raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come children, thank the Lord | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with me | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, let our voices raise | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, let us join the hosts above, Now in our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, ye children, and adore him, Lord of all, he reigns above | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come youthful sinners, come | | | | | | | |
d32 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d33 | Dear Savior, ever at my side, How loving Thou must be | | | | | | | |
d34 | Don't think there is nothing for children to do | | | | | | | |
d35 | Enthroned is Jesus now | | | | | | | |
d36 | Far out upon the prairie | | | | | | | |
d37 | Father, hear, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
d38 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d39 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d40 | Gentle Jesus [Jesu], meek and mild, Look upon | | | | | | | |
d41 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d42 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d45 | Heaven declares its Maker's glory | | | | | | | |
d46 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
d47 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d48 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d49 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me [us] | | | | | | | |
d50 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
d51 | How proud we are [are we], how fond to show | | | | | | | |
d52 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d53 | I grope in the darkness | | | | | | | |
d54 | I have a friend, a precious friend | | | | | | | |
d55 | I hear a voice, 'tis soft and sweet | | | | | | | |
d56 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d57 | I know there's a crown for the saints of renown | | | | | | | |
d58 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d59 | I love to think of that heaven | | | | | | | |
d60 | I often think of heathen lands | | | | | | | |
d61 | I saw a little blade of grass | | | | | | | |
d62 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d63 | I want to be with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d64 | I want to join the ransomed | | | | | | | |
d65 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d66 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d67 | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
d68 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d69 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d70 | Jerusalem, forever bright | | | | | | | |
d71 | Jesus, author of salvation | | | | | | | |
d72 | Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, Who has(t) bid | | | | | | | |
d73 | Jesus from his throne on high | | | | | | | |
d74 | Jesus, grant us thy rich blessing | | | | | | | |
d75 | Jesus, how can I but love thee | | | | | | | |
d76 | Jesus is the Friend of children | | | | | | | |
d77 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d78 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d79 | Jesus loves the children | | | | | | | |
d80 | Jesus, merciful and mild, Lead me | | | | | | | |
d81 | Jesus, we love to meet On this thy holy day | | | | | | | |
d82 | Jesus, we thy lambs would be | | | | | | | |
d83 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d84 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
d85 | Lambs of the Savior | | | | | | | |
d86 | Like mist on the mountain | | | | | | | |
d87 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d88 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d89 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d90 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
d91 | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds | | | | | | | |
d92 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d93 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d94 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d95 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d96 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
d97 | My Savior, whom absent I love | | | | | | | |
d98 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d99 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
d100 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |