# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All creatures of our God and King | | | | | | | |
d2 | All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice | | | | | | | |
d3 | All the happy birds of spring | | | | | | | |
d4 | All the happy children gladly join our song | | | | | | | |
d5 | All things beautiful and fair | | | | | | | |
d6 | All things bright and beautiful | | | | | | | |
d7 | All things praise thee, Lord most high | | | | | | | |
d8 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
d9 | Any time's the time for prayer | | | | | | | |
d10 | At work beside his father's bench | | | | | | | |
d11 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d12 | Bless thou the gifts our hands have brought | | | | | | | |
d13 | Blue sky, soft and clear | | | | | | | |
d14 | Children who live across the sea | | | | | | | |
d15 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d16 | Christmas is Jesus' birthday | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, ye [you] thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
d19 | Daffodils yellow and hyacinths blue | | | | | | | |
d20 | Dare to be brave, dare to be true, Strive for the right | | | | | | | |
d21 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
d22 | Dear Father, for thy tender [mighty] love | | | | | | | |
d23 | Dear God, our gifts we gladly bring | | | | | | | |
d24 | Dear Lord, we give our youth to thee | | | | | | | |
d25 | Enter his gates with a song | | | | | | | |
d26 | Every morning seems to say | | | | | | | |
d27 | Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature | | | | | | | |
d28 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d29 | Father, bless the gifts we bring thee | | | | | | | |
d30 | Father, lead me day by day In Thine own, Thy perfect way | | | | | | | |
d31 | Father, we thank thee [you] for the night | | | | | | | |
d32 | For health and strength | | | | | | | |
d33 | For the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
d34 | For the workers in the mill | | | | | | | |
d35 | Friends, friends, friends, I have some friends | | | | | | | |
d36 | Friends of Jesus must be kind | | | | | | | |
d37 | Glad I am to live | | | | | | | |
d38 | God is my helper, this I know | | | | | | | |
d39 | God is the loving Father of children everywhere | | | | | | | |
d40 | God is with me every day, In my home | | | | | | | |
d41 | God loves all of his African, Indian | | | | | | | |
d42 | God made the birds and flowers | | | | | | | |
d43 | God need so many helpers | | | | | | | |
d44 | God, our loving Father, I'm | | | | | | | |
d45 | God sees the little sparrow fall | | | | | | | |
d46 | Hear our prayer, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d47 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d48 | How strong and sweet my Father's care | | | | | | | |
d49 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d50 | I have a friend who loves me | | | | | | | |
d51 | I heard the bells on Christmas day | | | | | | | |
d52 | I like the Bible book the best | | | | | | | |
d53 | I like to think of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d54 | I love Jesus, he loves me | | | | | | | |
d55 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d56 | I talk to God wherever I may be | | | | | | | |
d57 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d58 | I wake in the morning | | | | | | | |
d59 | I want to be a helper | | | | | | | |
d60 | I would be true, for there are those | | | | | | | |
d61 | I would follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
d62 | I'll try to be a loving friend | | | | | | | |
d63 | I'll whisper softly now to God | | | | | | | |
d64 | I'm glad the golden sunlight | | | | | | | |
d65 | I'm growing up so tall | | | | | | | |
d66 | In Christ there is no east or [nor] west | | | | | | | |
d67 | In the temple, in the temple Stood a little boy | | | | | | | |
d68 | It came upon the [a] midnight clear | | | | | | | |
d69 | Jesus, Christ Jesus, is with me today | | | | | | | |
d70 | Jesus, Friend of little [all the] children | | | | | | | |
d71 | Jesus is ever near | | | | | | | |
d72 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d73 | Jesus loves the children small | | | | | | | |
d74 | Jesus loves the little children, All the children | | | | | | | |
d75 | Jesus was a loving Teacher | | | | | | | |
d76 | Jesus went about doing good | | | | | | | |
d77 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d78 | Joyful, joyful, we adore thee | | | | | | | |
d79 | Just as I am, thine own to be | | | | | | | |
d80 | Long ago the friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d81 | Long ago the little children | | | | | | | |
d82 | Lord, I want to be a Christian in [in-a] my heart | | | | | | | |
d83 | Lord of the sunlight | | | | | | | |
d84 | Morning has come, the table spread | | | | | | | |
d85 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d86 | My God, I thank Thee who hast made the earth so bright | | | | | | | |
d87 | My Master was a worker | | | | | | | |
d88 | None is like God, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
d89 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d90 | O beautiful for spacious skies | | | | | | | |
d91 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
d92 | O come and let us worship | | | | | | | |
d93 | O gracious Jesus, Child divine | | | | | | | |
d94 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
d95 | O Lord of heaven and earth and sea | | | | | | | |
d96 | O Master of the loving heart | | | | | | | |
d97 | O Master workman of the [our] race | | | | | | | |
d98 | O who can make a flower | | | | | | | |
d99 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d100 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |