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1 | Jesus Christ loved little children | | | | | | | |
2 | Though I am young, I have a soul | | | | | | | |
3 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
4 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
5 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
6 | "Little children, come to me" | | | | | | | |
7 | Our heavenly Father bids us ask | | | | | | | |
8 | I may, if I but have a mind | | | | | | | |
9 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
10 | See the shining dew-drops | | | | | | | |
11 | I'm not too young to love the Lord | | | | | | | |
12 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
13 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
14 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
15 | See, the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
16 | How doth the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
17 | Let dogs delight to bark and bite | | | | | | | |
18 | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
19 | When, for some little insult given | | | | | | | |
20 | Do no sinful action | | | | | | | |
21 | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
22 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
23 | My Father, I thank thee for sleep | | | | | | | |
24 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
25 | When children give their hearts to God | | | | | | | |
26 | What if a little drop should say | | | | | | | |
27 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
28 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
29 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
30 | I want to be an angel | | | | | | | |
31 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
32 | The Lord attends when children pray | | | | | | | |
33 | The lambs of Jesus--who are they | | | | | | | |
34 | Hear ye not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
35 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour | | | | | | | |
36 | Jesus appeared on earth | | | | | | | |
37 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
38 | It is not earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
39 | Our evil actions spring | | | | | | | |
40 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
41 | Before we close our eyes to-night | | | | | | | |
42 | God might have made the earth bring forth | | | | | | | |
43 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
44 | How beautiful the setting sun! | | | | | | | |
45 | Saviour, while my heart is tender | | | | | | | |
46 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
47 | Child of frailty, when thy breast | | | | | | | |
48 | In Israel's fane, by silent night | | | | | | | |
49 | In a modest, humble mind | | | | | | | |
50 | See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
51 | Would we inward peace enjoy | | | | | | | |
52 | Since we can't doubt God's equal love | | | | | | | |
53 | Let not your heart be faint | | | | | | | |
54 | Lord, if Thou Thy grace impart | | | | | | | |
55 | Come, blessed Spirit, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
56 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | | | |
57 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
58 | All men are equal in their birth | | | | | | | |
59 | God is love; His mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
60 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
61 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | | | |
62 | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
63 | Think, O ye who fondly languish | | | | | | | |
64 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
65 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
66 | When Jesus left His heavenly throne | | | | | | | |
67 | Jesus gives us true repentance | | | | | | | |
68 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
69 | How good and pleasant is the sight | | | | | | | |
70 | A minute, how soon it is flown! | | | | | | | |
71 | Open, Lord, mine inward ear | | | | | | | |
72 | O Thou, who hast at Thy command | | | | | | | |
73 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
74 | Prayer is to God the soul's sure way | | | | | | | |
75 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
76 | Thirsting for a living spring | | | | | | | |
77 | The offerings to Thy throne which rise | | | | | | | |
78 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
79 | Brother, hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
80 | O, not alone with outward sign | | | | | | | |
81 | Acquaint thee, O mortal! acquaint thee with God | | | | | | | |
82 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
83 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
84 | The fountain in its source | | | | | | | |
85 | They, who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
86 | Rejoice in God alway | | | | | | | |
87 | Ye servants of the Lord! | | | | | | | |
88 | Shall we grow weary in our watch | | | | | | | |
89 | O! know ye not that ye | | | | | | | |
90 | Does the Lord of glory speak | | | | | | | |
91 | Why should earthly beauties tear me | | | | | | | |
92 | When the world my heart is rending | | | | | | | |
93 | From Thy seat of mercy bending | | | | | | | |
94 | O for a strong, a lasting faith | | | | | | | |
95 | Count o'er those lamps of quenchless light | | | | | | | |
96 | Quiet from God! how beautiful to keep | | | | | | | |
97 | Think gently of the erring one! | | | | | | | |
98 | Turn not from him who asks of thee | | | | | | | |
99 | Oh! not alone on the mount of prayer | | | | | | | |
100 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |