# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | O in the morn of life, when youth | | | | | | | |
302 | Now, in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
303 | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
304 | Grace is a plant, where'er it grows | | | | | | | |
305 | Strive, for the way is strait | | | | | | | |
306 | Come, youthful sinners, come, haste to the Saviour | | | | | | | |
307 | Come, children, 'tis Jesus commands | | | | | | | |
308 | Go, thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
309 | The gods that gave us not our birth | | | | | | | |
310 | O Father, we approach thy throne | | | | | | | |
311 | Hush! little Christian child! | | | | | | | |
312 | Angels, that high in glory dwell | | | | | | | |
313 | Our tongues were made to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
314 | In God's own house for me to play | | | | | | | |
315 | The Lord commands his day shall be | | | | | | | |
316 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
317 | Holy Child of heavenly birth | | | | | | | |
318 | Let dogs delight to bark and bite | | | | | | | |
319 | Sweet it is to see a child | | | | | | | |
320 | Pure are the joys above the sky | | | | | | | |
321 | Why should I join with those in play | | | | | | | |
322 | Why should I deprive my neighbor | | | | | | | |
323 | O 'tis a lovely thing for youth | | | | | | | |
324 | Lord, keep my heart from vain desires | | | | | | | |
325 | One God I must worship supreme | | | | | | | |
326 | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
327 | I love the volumes of thy word | | | | | | | |
328 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
329 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
330 | O that I, like Timothy | | | | | | | |
331 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
332 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
333 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
334 | Great God! with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
335 | This is the field where hidden lies | | | | | | | |
336 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
337 | Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace | | | | | | | |
338 | Great God! to thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
339 | There is a God that reigns above | | | | | | | |
340 | Come, let us now forget our mirth | | | | | | | |
341 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
342 | Many voices seem to say | | | | | | | |
343 | Youth, health, and strength are ours to-day | | | | | | | |
344 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
345 | Why should I say 'tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
346 | How doth the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
347 | Idle boys and men are found | | | | | | | |
348 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
349 | What is there, Lord, a child can do | | | | | | | |
350 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
351 | Words are things of little cost | | | | | | | |
352 | When a foolish thought within | | | | | | | |
353 | Lord, I have dared to disobey | | | | | | | |
354 | Lord, teach me how to pray | | | | | | | |
355 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
356 | Great Father on high! | | | | | | | |
357 | Great God, and wilt thou condescend | | | | | | | |
358 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
359 | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
360 | Why should our parents call us good | | | | | | | |
361 | To thy pastures green and fair | | | | | | | |
362 | Teacher, guide of young beginners | | | | | | | |
363 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
364 | Lover of little children, Thee | | | | | | | |
365 | Come, let us embrace, In our earliest days | | | | | | | |
366 | As Jesus his disciples taught | | | | | | | |
367 | Who would not love the Saviour | | | | | | | |
368 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
369 | Come, let us join the hosts above | | | | | | | |
370 | Lord, I would own thy tender care | | | | | | | |
371 | Now that my journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
372 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
373 | When my cries ascend to thee | | | | | | | |
374 | My Father and my Friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
375 | O thou, the helpless orphan's hope | | | | | | | |
376 | Whither, but to thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
377 | Happy the child, whose youngest years | | | | | | | |
378 | O happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
379 | Happy beyond description he | | | | | | | |
380 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
381 | It is not earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
382 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
383 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
384 | What blest examples do I find | | | | | | | |
385 | Abash'd be all the boast of age | | | | | | | |
386 | Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb | | | | | | | |
387 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour | | | | | | | |
388 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
389 | Happy Samuel! to God | | | | | | | |
390 | Though no pious parents' care | | | | | | | |
391 | Daniel's wisdom may I know | | | | | | | |
392 | Thee, Jesus, the Son Of David, I own | | | | | | | |
393 | Hosanna to Him Who ruleth on high! | | | | | | | |
394 | Let children proclaim Their Saviour and King | | | | | | | |
395 | We gather, we gather, O Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
396 | O come let us raise Our tribute of song | | | | | | | |
397 | When Jesus into Salem rode | | | | | | | |
398 | Hosanna to King David's Son | | | | | | | |
399 | Hosanna to the Prince of grace | | | | | | | |
400 | Hosanna to the Son | | | | | | | |