# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Hold your little torch on high | | | | | | | |
102 | In some way or other the Lord will provide | | | | | | | |
103 | When all the dear children are gathering home | | | | | | | |
104 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
105 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
106 | We are little trav'lers here | | | | | | | |
107 | Let the nations awake to the signs of the times | | | | | | | |
108 | "Just as I am," thine own to be | | | | | | | |
109 | There's a song we love to sing | | | | | | | |
110 | The sweetest name in heav'n above | | | | | | | |
111 | Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna! | | | | | | | |
112 | I am Jesus' little lamb | | | | | | | |
113 | "Hosanna! hosanna!" the children were singing | | | | | | | |
114 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
115 | We shall all meet at home in the morning | | | | | | | |
116 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
117 | In the beautiful temple the children sang | | | | | | | |
118 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
119 | Softly whisper, "Jesus loves you!" | | | | | | | |
120 | My Jesus, as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
122 | God is in heaven, can he hear | | | | | | | |
123 | Very little ones are we | | | | | | | |
124 | Almighty Lord we praise in thee | | | | | | | |
125 | We sing our song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
126 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
127 | Scatter the gospel seed | | | | | | | |
128 | We raise to thee, Lord Jesus | | | | | | | |
129 | Praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children | | | | | | | |
130 | God, make my life a little light within the world | | | | | | | |
131 | I will trust thee, loving Savior | | | | | | | |
132 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
133 | From morning's dawn till ev'ning | | | | | | | |
134 | Marching on! marching on! glad as birds | | | | | | | |
135 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
136 | Jesus is our Shepherd and we're his little sheep | | | | | | | |
137 | Guide me, Savior, I am thine | | | | | | | |
138 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
139 | Oh, suffer little children | | | | | | | |
140 | Over the billows sighing | | | | | | | |
141 | Gone from my heart the world and [with] all its charms | | | | | | | |
142 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
143 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
144 | The myriad stars of night | | | | | | | |
145 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
146 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
147 | Children obey your parents for this is right | | | | | | | |
148 | I love to think of Jesus, when he was here on earth | | | | | | | |
149 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
150 | Jesus is risen, the angels say | | | | | | | |
151 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
152 | Softly the evening vespers | | | | | | | |
153 | Some day the clouds will pass away forever | | | | | | | |