# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All things bright and beautiful | | | | | | | |
d2 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d3 | Comes the wondrous hour | | | | | | | |
d4 | Everywhere, everywhere Christmas tonight | | | | | | | |
d5 | Father, hear thy little children | | | | | | | |
d6 | Father, we thank thee [you] for the night | | | | | | | |
d7 | Feathery snowflakes falling | | | | | | | |
d8 | For the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
d9 | Friends, friends, friends, I have some friends | | | | | | | |
d10 | God, who made the earth, The air, the sky, the se | | | | | | | |
d11 | Help us, Father, to remember | | | | | | | |
d12 | How strong and sweet my Father's care | | | | | | | |
d13 | I have a friend who loves me | | | | | | | |
d14 | I look out from my window | | | | | | | |
d15 | I wake in the morning | | | | | | | |
d16 | I want to send a whisper song | | | | | | | |
d17 | Jesus, Friend of little [all the] children | | | | | | | |
d18 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d19 | Jesus, our Teacher and Master | | | | | | | |
d20 | Long ago the little children | | | | | | | |
d21 | Long ago there was born | | | | | | | |
d22 | Love gift, little love gift | | | | | | | |
d23 | O who can make a flower | | | | | | | |
d24 | On a bed of sweet, new hay | | | | | | | |
d25 | Our Father made the ocean | | | | | | | |
d26 | Our heavenly Father made the birds | | | | | | | |
d27 | Praise him, praise him, all ye little children | | | | | | | |
d28 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d29 | Sleep, little seed | | | | | | | |
d30 | Sometimes when morning lights the sky | | | | | | | |
d31 | Tell me the stories of Jesus, I love to hear | | | | | | | |
d32 | Thank you, Father, for the sky | | | | | | | |
d33 | The little flowers peep through the ground | | | | | | | |
d34 | The night wind in the trees | | | | | | | |
d35 | The summer days are ended | | | | | | | |
d36 | The world is a beautiful, wonderful home | | | | | | | |
d37 | This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears | | | | | | | |
d38 | This is the way the snowflakes fall | | | | | | | |
d39 | Useful to my home folk | | | | | | | |
d40 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d41 | We're children of one Father | | | | | | | |
d42 | When Jesus was a baby boy | | | | | | | |
d43 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d44 | When rain comes down | | | | | | | |
d45 | Who has seen the wind | | | | | | | |
d46 | Who will take little baby | | | | | | | |
d47 | Why are little birdies gay | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]