Fruits and Flowers

Editor: W. Walker
Publisher: J. B. Lippincott & Co., Philadelphia, 1870
Language: English
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d1A baby was sleeping, it's mother
d2A beautiful land by faith I see
d3A crown of glory bright
d4A farmer's life the life for me
d5A hunter, early ranging along
d6A radiant shore of light and love
d7Across the foaming river
d8Another week has passed away
d9Another year has told its fourfold tale
d10Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands
d11Arouse up, you sleepers, the morning
d12Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb
d13Awake, awake, your bed forsake
d14Be kind to thy father, for now he is old
d15Beautiful hymns the children are singing
d16Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love
d17Bells do ring, birds do sing
d18Bird of the wilderness, blithesome and cumberless
d19Blessed Bible, how I love it
d20Bliss is hovering, smiling
d21Brethren, while we journey here
d22By faith I view my Savior dying
d23Charming little valley
d24Child of sin and sorrow, Filled with dismay
d25Children, as we sometimes see
d26Children, come, will you come
d27Children of the heavenly king as we journey
d28Chirping little cricket
d29Christian brethren, ere we part
d30Come, children, come, God bids you come
d31Come, children, now prepare
d32Come, let us all together sing
d33Come, now I am ready for study today
d34Cuckoo, cuckoo, bravo, how clear
d35Ere we part again let us all unite
d36Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy
d37Far o'er the wave which rolls so cold
d38Farewell, brother, deep and lowly
d39For all the happy moments we passed
d40For this life, that thou hast given
d41Four seasons make up all the days
d42Gentle spring, why don't you come
d43Hark, the notes of angel voices high in glory
d44Hark to the solemn bell
d45Home, dear home, we never can forget
d46How beautiful the morning When summer days
d47How I long to be like Jesus
d48How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions]
d49How sweet the melting lay
d50How thou shinest, lovely moon
d51Hushed be my murmurings
d52I am resolved the world to see
d53I have a Father in the promised land
d54I love to steal awhile away
d55I loved a songbird of the spring
d56I must not tease my mother
d57I remember a lesson
d58I stood outside the gate
d59I tend the wandering mountain flock
d60I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand
d61I want to join the ransomed
d62If early to bed and early to rise
d63I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry
d64I'm wandering to and fro
d65In the Christian's home in [of] glory
d66In the grassy places, where fresh flowers are
d67It shines, it rains, then shines
d68It thunders, but I tremble not
d69I've a home in that beautiful land
d70I've been sitting on the hillside
d71I've no mother now, I'm weeping
d72Jesus, dear, I come to thee
d73Jesus died on Calvary's mountain, Long
d74Jesus grant us all a blessing
d75Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave
d76Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly
d77Jimmy's gone and left us all
d78Join me now in singing
d79Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move
d80Let all the children join in singing
d81Let us be gladsome and let us be gay
d82Let us, gladly singing, pour
d83Little drops of water, little grains of sand
d84Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering
d85Lo the heavens are breaking
d86Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing
d87Loving Savior, here we bring thee
d88Midst sorrow and care
d89Murmur, gentle lyre, through the lonely night
d90My Bible leads to glory
d91My days are gliding swiftly by
d92My days of youth, though not from folly free
d93My Father's house on high is my eternal
d94My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here
d95Never forget the Sabbath school
d96Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner
d97O blest art thou whose steps may rove
d98O come, come away, the Sabbath morn is passing
d99O come with us, the Sabbath bells are ringing
d100O daughter of Zion, why sorrowest thou

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