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d1 | A lily in a desert land drank in the dewy air | | | | | | | |
d2 | A stranger star o'er Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d3 | As a little child relies | | | | | | | |
d4 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d5 | Baby bye, here's a fly | | | | | | | |
d6 | Be free from fear | | | | | | | |
d7 | Be happy sings the little bird | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blessings on all Zion's children | | | | | | | |
d9 | Called to serve him, heavenly King of glory | | | | | | | |
d10 | Can a little child like me | | | | | | | |
d11 | Children of the Saints of God | | | | | | | |
d12 | Children's Day, Children's Day, hail with joy | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, come, come, hast away | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, join with me to sing and praise | | | | | | | |
d16 | Crown of the lovely Junetide gleaming | | | | | | | |
d17 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d18 | Days of summer glory, days I love to see | | | | | | | |
d19 | Down in a garden olden | | | | | | | |
d20 | Fairer than the flowers | | | | | | | |
d21 | Far above earth's tumult | | | | | | | |
d22 | Father and first of friends | | | | | | | |
d23 | Father up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d24 | Favored little ones were [are] they | | | | | | | |
d25 | Give me the joy of living | | | | | | | |
d26 | Give, said the little stream | | | | | | | |
d27 | God made the little bird to sing | | | | | | | |
d28 | Good night, good night, and peace be with you | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hail, Columbia, happy land | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hark, on the highway of life a sound As crested waves of ocean roar | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d32 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
d33 | High in heaven above us | | | | | | | |
d34 | Home, home, I'm not forgetting thee | | | | | | | |
d35 | Hosts of children, every morning | | | | | | | |
d36 | How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour | | | | | | | |
d37 | How I love you little maid | | | | | | | |
d38 | I have two little hands folded snugly and tight | | | | | | | |
d39 | I love to hear the story which angel [heavenly] voices tell | | | | | | | |
d40 | I thank thee, dear Father in heaven above | | | | | | | |
d41 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d42 | I will seek to be a blessing | | | | | | | |
d43 | I'll strive while young to tune my voice | | | | | | | |
d44 | I'm not too young for God to see | | | | | | | |
d45 | In our lovely Deseret | | | | | | | |
d46 | In pleasant sheltered places | | | | | | | |
d47 | In robes of light, than day more bright | | | | | | | |
d48 | In the chambers of the mountains | | | | | | | |
d49 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d50 | Jesus blest the little children, When he was on earth below | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus once was a little child | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus thou art sweet and mild | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jesus, unto thee I pray | | | | | | | |
d54 | Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear | | | | | | | |
d55 | Land of the mountains high | | | | | | | |
d56 | Leaves are falling, falling, falling | | | | | | | |
d57 | Let little hands bring blossoms sweet | | | | | | | |
d58 | Let's be kind to one another | | | | | | | |
d59 | List, to the bluebird | | | | | | | |
d60 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d61 | Little knees should lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d62 | Little people do you know | | | | | | | |
d63 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d64 | Lord, we thank thee for this day | | | | | | | |
d65 | Loving mother, kind and true | | | | | | | |
d66 | Loving Shepherd of thy sheep | | | | | | | |
d67 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d68 | Mountains and vales in your verdure clad | | | | | | | |
d69 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d70 | My Father, for another night of quiet sleep and rest | | | | | | | |
d71 | My light is but a little one | | | | | | | |
d72 | My own dear loving father | | | | | | | |
d73 | Now the golden sunrays gleaming | | | | | | | |
d74 | O Columbia, the gem of the ocean | | | | | | | |
d75 | O hush thee my baby | | | | | | | |
d76 | O I am the little New Year | | | | | | | |
d77 | O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy | | | | | | | |
d78 | O my Father, thou that dwellest In the high and glorious | | | | | | | |
d79 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d80 | O walk with God, and thou shalt find | | | | | | | |
d81 | O ye mountains high, where the clear blue sky | | | | | | | |
d82 | O'er the wavelets gently rowing | | | | | | | |
d83 | Once a little baby lay Cradled on the fragrant hay | | | | | | | |
d84 | Once more we welcome with a song | | | | | | | |
d85 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d86 | Our loving Savior dear | | | | | | | |
d87 | Our work is with the children | | | | | | | |
d88 | Out among the daffodils | | | | | | | |
d89 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d90 | Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top | | | | | | | |
d91 | Roll your hands, roll your hands | | | | | | | |
d92 | Sing with joy, for the world still awaits to hear | | | | | | | |
d93 | Sleep, baby, sleep, thy mother [father] watch | | | | | | | |
d94 | Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee | | | | | | | |
d95 | Softly the breeze is singing | | | | | | | |
d96 | Spied a child, a rose one day | | | | | | | |
d97 | Spring is tripping o'er the meadows | | | | | | | |
d98 | Suppose the [a] little cowslip | | | | | | | |
d99 | Sweet and low, sweet and low, wind of the western sea | | | | | | | |
d100 | Sweet in tune with my heart's beating | | | | | | | |