# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little child is kneeling | | | | | | | |
d2 | A little child shall lead | | | | | | | |
d3 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d4 | All I want is a Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d5 | Angry words too oft are spoken | | | | | | | |
d6 | As on the path of life we tread | | | | | | | |
d7 | Brave little soldiers we must be | | | | | | | |
d8 | Bright songs for Jesus sing | | | | | | | |
d9 | Children sing, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d11 | First the line on coast we make | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hark 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d13 | Here again our friends we meet | | | | | | | |
d14 | I am a temperance advocate | | | | | | | |
d15 | I have heard my Savior calling | | | | | | | |
d16 | I love this world so beautiful | | | | | | | |
d17 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d18 | If I were a sunbeam, I know what I would do I | | | | | | | |
d19 | I'll cast my burden on the Lord | | | | | | | |
d20 | In a midnight dungeon low | | | | | | | |
d21 | It was good for our fathers [mothers] [poor old Daniel] [the apostles] | | | | | | | |
d22 | Jesus bids us shine with a bright | | | | | | | |
d23 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d24 | Jesus loves a little child | | | | | | | |
d25 | Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves even me | | | | | | | |
d26 | Jesus loves the children, bring them | | | | | | | |
d27 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
d28 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d29 | Just a little delay | | | | | | | |
d30 | Let the little ones come unto me | | | | | | | |
d31 | Little acts of kindness trifling though they are | | | | | | | |
d32 | Little children can do something | | | | | | | |
d33 | Little feet, be very careful where you go | | | | | | | |
d34 | Little hands to work in the Master's vineyard | | | | | | | |
d35 | Little servants in the vineyard | | | | | | | |
d36 | Mama kissed me in a dream | | | | | | | |
d37 | Mighty army of the young | | | | | | | |
d38 | Monday finds me starting | | | | | | | |
d39 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d40 | Once a little mousie lived | | | | | | | |
d41 | Onward, children, onward | | | | | | | |
d42 | Precious little voices sing of wonderful love | | | | | | | |
d43 | Savior, in our early childhood | | | | | | | |
d44 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d45 | Since Jesus listens unto all | | | | | | | |
d46 | Speak gently to the erring one [ones] | | | | | | | |
d47 | Step by step, O little pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d48 | The Savior once said | | | | | | | |
d49 | There's a dear and precious book | | | | | | | |
d50 | Though dark the night and clouds look black | | | | | | | |
d51 | Though our years are young and our strength is weak | | | | | | | |
d52 | We all are little children | | | | | | | |
d53 | We are but little candles | | | | | | | |
d54 | We were busy little reapers | | | | | | | |
d55 | We will little jewels be | | | | | | | |
d56 | We're a band of happy children | | | | | | | |
d57 | We're a little pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d58 | When light o'er the mountain rill | | | | | | | |
d59 | When the Savior said | | | | | | | |
d60 | Wonderful words our Father has given | | | | | | | |