Linden Harp

Editor: L. Linden
Publisher: Daniel Burgess & Co., New York, 1856
Language: English
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d1A giddy lamb, one afternoon
d2A little girl with a happy look
d3A little robin built a nest
d4A sun has risen on the world
d5Amid the blue and starry sky
d6And now to all goodnight
d7Angry looks can do no good
d8Angry words are lightly spoken
d9B patient, B prayerful, B humble, B mild
d10Be good, little children, your mother will say
d11Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young
d12Children all, both great and small
d13Children of Jerusalem sang the praise
d14Come, children ere we part
d15Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend
d16Come, let us sweetly sing, join in full chorus
d17Come to our Sabbath School
d18Come to the mercy seat, Come to the place
d19Come youthful sinners, come
d20Dear little sister, how do you do
d21Dear mother, I ask for my father in vain
d22Don't you hear the school bell ringing
d23Each flower holds up a dainty cup
d24Enlisted into the cause of sin
d25Escape from mortal anguish
d26Get up early! time is precious
d27Go thou, in life's fair morning
d28Go to my mother, And tell her
d29Go to thy rest, my [dear] [fair] child
d30Good night, little birds, I am going to bed
d31Happy are the children whose God is the Lord
d32Happy birds are on the wing
d33Hark, the pealing, softly stealing
d34Haste thee, school boy, haste away
d35Help me to praise thy name
d36Her dimpled hands were clasped in prayer
d37Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam
d38Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again
d39Here we throng to praise the Savior
d40Home, Home, can I forget thee
d41How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour
d42How pleasant is the Sabbath school
d43How pleasant thus to dwell below
d44How precious is the story
d45How should children spend the day
d46How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest
d47I had a faithful mother
d48I hear thee speak of the better land
d49I love the Sunday school
d50I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old
d51I walked in a field of fresh clover this morn
d52I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand
d53I wish I were a moutain lark
d54I'll away, I'll away like a pleasant boy
d55I'll never use tobacco
d56I'm a lonely traveler here
d57I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry
d58Improve the passing hours
d59In peace with all the world
d60In the school room while we stay
d61It only seems like yesterday
d62It was a blessed summer's day
d63I've got a penny dear mamma
d64Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior
d65Jesus, Lord, to thee I pray
d66Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us
d67Join in a chorus
d68Join we in chorus, freedom to praise
d69Joy, joy, through all the land
d70Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move
d71Know ye the place where we gather each day
d72Let each one love the other
d73Let the children come unto me, Once on earth
d74Let us love one another, for life's gliding by
d75Like mist on the mountain
d76Little children, love each other, Is the blessed Savior's rule
d77Little children, love the Savior
d78Little drops of water, little grains of sand
d79Little schoolmates can you tell
d80Little Willy stood under an apple tree
d81Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering
d82Lo the heavens are breaking
d83Lord, this night I come to own all
d84Morn amid the mountains
d85Mother, how still the baby lies
d86Music, 'tis sweet to every ear
d87My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d88My days of youth, though not from folly free
d89My dear little pillow, so nice
d90My father, my mother, I know
d91My hands, how nicely they are made
d92My pretty flowers have come again
d93Never say, I can't, my dear
d94Never the drunkard's drink
d95None is like God, who reigns above
d96Now is it not a pity
d97Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending
d98O children, come, and look at me
d99O come, let us sing, our youthful hearts
d100O glorious rest, there joys sublime

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