| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | Back and forth, back and forth | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Beautiful angel on pinions of light | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our [their] God | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Bright shine the rays of the beautiful morning | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Children of Jerusalem place the royal diadem | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Come from the hilltop, the vale, and the glen | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Come, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Don't kill the little soft-furred rabbit | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Don't you wish you were a bird | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Down in that cottage lives Weaver John | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Father, from whose hand doth spring | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Father, I go to thee, Father, O show to me | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Four little feet on the entry | | | | | | | |
| d14 | Free, free, free, shall all our country be | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Harvest fields with golden glow | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Hear us, our Father, while we pray | | | | | | | |
| d17 | I would if I could, though much | | | | | | | |
| d18 | If I were an angel, with a bright and starry crown | | | | | | | |
| d19 | If you want to see the light | | | | | | | |
| d20 | In the springtime, little sister | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Jesus loves thee | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Lightly, gently, gaily glide | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Little floweret, press thy way | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Lo the ranks of youth and beauty | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Lord Jesus, God and man | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Make hay, while the sun shines | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Now to the Lord on high | | | | | | | |
| d30 | O yes, the Lord loved children | | | | | | | |
| d31 | One day I saw a little child | | | | | | | |
| d32 | See the merry farmer boy | | | | | | | |
| d33 | The fishers sat within their boat | | | | | | | |
| d34 | The morning is beaming | | | | | | | |
| d35 | The shoemaker sat amid wax and leather | | | | | | | |
| d36 | There flowed a little troubled stream | | | | | | | |
| d37 | There's a bright fire in the forge | | | | | | | |
| d38 | These temperance folks do crowd us awfully | | | | | | | |
| d39 | They were watching on the hillsides | | | | | | | |
| d40 | Thou art ever present, Father | | | | | | | |
| d41 | 'Tis wrong to be cross, dear | | | | | | | |
| d42 | To Jesus our God and our King | | | | | | | |
| d43 | Upon the house, no delay, no pause | | | | | | | |
| d44 | We are pilgrims seeking a city | | | | | | | |
| d45 | When Jesus Christ was on earth | | | | | | | |
| d46 | Who is he in yonder stall | | | | | | | |
| d47 | Who will meet me when I die | | | | | | | |
| d48 | With eager step, and hearts in tune | | | | | | | |
| d49 | With eager step, and hearts in tune | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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