# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little girl knelt down to pray | | | | | | | |
d2 | A young rose, in the summer time | | | | | | | |
d3 | Again we've seen the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d4 | And shall we dwell together | | | | | | | |
d5 | Another day its course has [hath] run | | | | | | | |
d6 | Another day, O Lord, is gone | | | | | | | |
d7 | Before I close my eyes tonight | | | | | | | |
d8 | Called by the Sabbath bells away | | | | | | | |
d9 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
d10 | Child amid [amidst] the flowers at play | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come hither, come hither, all wayward and wild | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come let our songs resound | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die | | | | | | | |
d14 | Death has been here, and borne away A sister [brother] [scholar] from our side | | | | | | | |
d15 | Down in the green and shady bed | | | | | | | |
d16 | Ere on my bed my limbs I lay | | | | | | | |
d17 | Farewell, dear friends, a long farewell | | | | | | | |
d18 | Father and God, in sleep be nigh | | | | | | | |
d19 | Father, heavenly Father, hear me | | | | | | | |
d20 | Father in heaven, thy ceaseless love | | | | | | | |
d21 | Father, thy children bend for thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d22 | From year to year in love we meet | | | | | | | |
d23 | Get up early, time is precious | | | | | | | |
d24 | God careth for the lilies | | | | | | | |
d25 | God made the world, in every land | | | | | | | |
d26 | God, who bade us roll | | | | | | | |
d27 | Great God, in whom we live and move | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hail, little, tender flower | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hark, the little birds are singing | | | | | | | |
d30 | He sat in beauty, like a dream | | | | | | | |
d31 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d32 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d33 | I asked the little joyous bird | | | | | | | |
d34 | I have a Father, one whose worth | | | | | | | |
d35 | I love to gaze upon a flower | | | | | | | |
d36 | I love to rise at early day | | | | | | | |
d37 | I once beheld a little star | | | | | | | |
d38 | I thank thee, Lord, for quiet rest | | | | | | | |
d39 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d40 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | | | | | |
d41 | I've pictured Bethany, the happy household | | | | | | | |
d42 | Let children never fear to leave this world | | | | | | | |
d43 | Little boy with laughing eyes | | | | | | | |
d44 | Lord, I would own thy tender [every] care | | | | | | | |
d45 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
d46 | Many voices seem to say | | | | | | | |
d47 | Me let the tender office long engage | | | | | | | |
d48 | Mother, good night, the twinkling star | | | | | | | |
d49 | My child, look upward to the sky | | | | | | | |
d50 | My Father, though thou art in heaven | | | | | | | |
d51 | My little eye can never reach | | | | | | | |
d52 | Now that the evening hour has come | | | | | | | |
d53 | O God, I thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
d54 | O let us be happy, whatever we do | | | | | | | |
d55 | O Lord, in sickness and in health | | | | | | | |
d56 | O many things are beautiful | | | | | | | |
d57 | O stay your little hand, my boy | | | | | | | |
d58 | Once in the silence of the night | | | | | | | |
d59 | One sweet [bright] flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
d60 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d61 | Our Father, who art throned above | | | | | | | |
d62 | Remember, love, who gave thee this | | | | | | | |
d63 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
d64 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d65 | Stars, that on your wondrous way, Travel | | | | | | | |
d66 | Sweet flower, so young, so fresh, so fair | | | | | | | |
d67 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
d68 | The brook upon its way | | | | | | | |
d69 | The flowers are blooming everywhere | | | | | | | |
d70 | The lillies of the field, that quickly fade away | | | | | | | |
d71 | The moon is very fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d72 | The Sabbath sun was setting slow | | | | | | | |
d73 | The sun is hidden from our sight | | | | | | | |
d74 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
d75 | There is a little maiden | | | | | | | |
d76 | There sitteth a dove, so white and fair | | | | | | | |
d77 | There was a bird like creature | | | | | | | |
d78 | There's not a leaf within the bower | | | | | | | |
d79 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d80 | This world is quite a pleasant world | | | | | | | |
d81 | This year is just going away | | | | | | | |
d82 | Thou, from whom we never part | | | | | | | |
d83 | Thou lovely and glorious spring | | | | | | | |
d84 | 'Tis summer, glorious summer | | | | | | | |
d85 | Violet, violet, sparkling with dew | | | | | | | |
d86 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
d87 | What is it makes my pathway bright | | | | | | | |
d88 | When sweet summer flowers appear | | | | | | | |