This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
| identifier | question |
|---|---|
| 21566 | And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle''s confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? |
| 21566 | Say, darkies, hab you seen old massa, Wid de muffstash on his face, Go long de road some time dis mornin'', Like he gwine to leave de place? |
| 21566 | See how faint my heated breath; All around to me seems darkness; Tell me, comrades, is this death? |
| 21566 | Shall we forget how swift the feet That ran at duty''s call? |
| 21566 | Shall we forget the honored dead That sleep beneath the sod, Who gave their lives for liberty, Our country, and our God? |
| 21566 | Shall we forget those far- off days Which made us comrades all? |
| 21566 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind; Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? |
| 21566 | Soon with angels I''ll be marching, With bright laurels on my brow; I have for my country fallen; Who will care for mother now? |
| 21566 | When we last did meet, How you told me that you loved me, Kneeling at my feet? |
| 21566 | Who will comfort her in sorrow? |
| 21566 | Who will dry the falling tear, Gently smooth her wrinkled forehead? |
| 21566 | Who will whisper words of cheer? |
| 21566 | Why am I so weak and weary? |
| 21566 | how Can I leave her in anguish? |
| 21566 | how well I know your answer; To my fate I meekly bow, If you''ll only tell me truly Who will care for mother now? |
| 22035 | (_ b_) Oh, where, oh where has my little dog gone? |
| 22035 | 1st Line;-- Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool? |
| 22035 | 3rd Line;-- Where is the boy that looks after the sheep? |
| 22035 | Oh where, oh where has he gone? |
| 22035 | WHERE HAS MY LITTLE DOG GONE? |
| 22035 | Where Has My Little Dog Gone? |
| 22035 | Where Has My Little Dog Gone?" |
| 22035 | With his tail cut short and his ears cut long, Oh where, oh where has he gone?] |
| 22035 | a King? |
| 22035 | by+ Fannie Robertson+[ Music: Baa, baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool? |
| 22035 | by+ Fannie Robertson+[ Music: Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? |
| 22035 | dog gone? |
| 22035 | gone? |
| 22035 | in their beds? |
| 22035 | one? |
| 61009 | Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there? |
| 61009 | What makes the lamb love Mary so? |
| 61009 | Black sheep, Have you any wool?" |
| 61009 | I have little more to say, Then will you? |
| 61009 | The little maid replied,( Some say a little sighed) But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat? |
| 61009 | What are little boys made of, made of? |
| 61009 | What are little boys made of? |
| 61009 | What are little girls made of, made of? |
| 61009 | What are little girls made of? |
| 61009 | What are our young men made of, made of? |
| 61009 | What are our young men made of? |
| 61009 | What are young women made of, made of? |
| 61009 | What are young women made of? |
| 61009 | Where''s the boy that looks after the sheep? |
| 61009 | Who pulled her out? |
| 61009 | Who put her in? |
| 61009 | Will the love that you''re so rich in, Put a fire into the kitchen? |
| 61009 | Will you wake him? |
| 61009 | With his ears cut short and his tail cut long Oh where, oh where is he? |
| 61009 | [ Illustration] WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF? |
| 61009 | [ Music] Oh where, oh where is my little dog gone Oh where, oh where can he be? |
| 61009 | [ Music]"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow?" |
| 61009 | [ Music]"Oranges and lemons,"say the bells of St. Clements;"You owe me five farthings,"say the bells of St. Martins;"When will you pay me?" |
| 61009 | [ Music]"Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?" |
| 61009 | say the bells of Old Bailey;"When I grow rich,"say the bells of Shoreditch;"When will that be?" |
| 61009 | will you we d, we d, we d? |
| 20774 | Good mornin'', Mister Tapscott, sir,"Good morn, my gel,sez he,"It''s have you got a Packet Ship All bound for Amerikee?" |
| 20774 | And how d''ye know[ 1/8]she''s[ 1/8]a Yankee packet? |
| 20774 | And what d''ye think they had for dinner? |
| 20774 | And what d''ye think they had for supper? |
| 20774 | Can she cook a bit o''steak Billy Boy, Billy Boy? |
| 20774 | Can she cook a bit o''steak, me Billy Boy? |
| 20774 | Can she myek an Irish Stew Billy Boy, Billy Boy? |
| 20774 | Can she myek an Irish Stew, me Billy Boy? |
| 20774 | Granted his drinking, cursing, and amours-- but were not these, until Victorian times, the hall- mark of every gentleman ashore? |
| 20774 | In my then ignorance I naturally asked:''Why could n''t you have sung shanties without hoisting the topsail?'' |
| 20774 | Is she fit to be yor wife Billy Boy, Billy Boy? |
| 20774 | Is she fit to be yor wife, me Billy Boy? |
| 20774 | Oh Ranzo was no beauty Why[ 1/8 1/8]couldn''t he do his duty? |
| 20774 | Oh was you ebber down in Mobile Bay Where dey screws de cotton on a summer day? |
| 20774 | Oh who''s been here while I''ve been gone? |
| 20774 | Oh, Tommy''s gone, what shall I do? |
| 20774 | Old Ranzo could n''t steer her,[ 1/8]Did[ 1/8]you[ 1/8 1/8]ever hear[ 1/8 1/8]anything queerer? |
| 20774 | Others are modal in character, such as''What shall we do with the drunken sailor?'' |
| 20774 | Söme big buck[ 1/16 1/16]nigger, with his sea boots on? |
| 20774 | The words of the well- known song,''Where are you going to, my pretty maid?'' |
| 20774 | Tommy''s gone, what shall I do? |
| 20774 | WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN SAILOR? |
| 20774 | What shall we do with the drunken sailor, What shall we do with the drunken sailor, What shall we do with the drunken sailor Early in the morning? |
| 20774 | What shall we do with the drunken sailor? |
| 20774 | What shall we do with the drunken sailor? |
| 20774 | Where hev ye been äal the day, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? |
| 20774 | Where hev ye been äal the day, me Billy Boy? |
| 20774 | [ 1/16]Did[ 1/16]you ebber see de ole Plantation Boss And de long- tailed filly and de big black hoss? |
| 20774 | [ Footnote 3: This verse was sometimes sung:--"Now where have you been gone so long You Yankee Jack wid de sea boots on?"] |
| 20774 | and the reply was:''How could we sing a shanty without having our hands on the rope?'' |
| 20774 | Ï sez to her,"Polly, and how d''you do?" |
| 33404 | A Woman said I? |
| 33404 | Art thou some Run- away; And hast no abiding? |
| 33404 | But e''er three Months they had marry''d been, A Thumping Boy popp''d out; Ads---- says he you confounded Queen, Why what have you been about? |
| 33404 | Fickle Bliss, fantastick Treasure, Love how soon, how soon, How soon thy Joys, are past? |
| 33404 | Haud nego, Procul abest in itinere: Nàm es ignara reditûs? |
| 33404 | How long shall I sue in vain? |
| 33404 | How long, how long like the Turtle Dove, Must I heavily thus complain? |
| 33404 | If then Honour be in''t, Why a Pox should be stint, Our selves of the fulness it bears? |
| 33404 | Little Boy tell me why Thou art here diving? |
| 33404 | O_ Lewis_ perplex''d, What General''s next? |
| 33404 | Poor_ Dido_ wept, but what of that? |
| 33404 | Say cruel_ Amoret_, how long, how long, In Billet- doux, and humble Song; Shall poor_ Alexis_, shall poor_ Alexis_, poor_ Alexis_ wooe? |
| 33404 | Shall the Sails of my Love stand still, Shall the grist of my Hopes be unground? |
| 33404 | Since I drink it with Pleasure, why should I complain? |
| 33404 | Sis salvus, Domine: Ubinam Vir est? |
| 33404 | Some say another thing beside, If true? |
| 33404 | The King for Soldiers must not lack,_ If I miss the Man, I''ll take the Wife._ Shew me by what Authority You do it? |
| 33404 | Welcome, Sir; Where is your Husband? |
| 33404 | What fond Nymph can e''er be kind, To a Swain, but rich in Mind, If as well she does not find Gold within his Coffers? |
| 33404 | What sayest thou, If one shou''d Plough? |
| 33404 | Why does Pleasure seem a Smart, Or I wretched while I''m Glad? |
| 33404 | Why truly He''s gone abroad, a Journey far: Do you not know when he comes back? |
| 33404 | Words whose Hoops have now injoyned, Him to let_ Dulcina_ sleep; Could a Man''s Love be confined, Or a Maid her promise keep? |
| 33404 | [ Music] How long, how long shall I pine for Love? |
| 33404 | [ Music] If Wine be a Cordial why does it Torment? |
| 33404 | [ Music] What, Love a crime, Inhumane Fair? |
| 33404 | [ Music] Why alas do you now leave me, You who vow''d a Love so true; Can you hope whilst you deceive me, Others will be just to you? |
| 33404 | _ A_ SONG,_ Tune of Chickens and Sparrow- grass._ What sayest thou, If one should thrust thee thro''? |
| 33404 | _ Ah, ah, quid dixi Fæmella? |
| 33404 | _ Hæc quo Guaranto factitas, Ambò dicas, Domine? |
| 33404 | _ The Woman''s Complaint to her Neighbour._[ Music] Good morrow Gossip_ Joan_, Where have you been a Walking? |
| 33404 | my Panting, panting Heart, Why so Young, and why so sad? |
| 33404 | she cry''d, why must Maids be so formal and Coy, To deny what they think is their only true Joy? |
| 33404 | tell me whence comes my Content? |
| 33404 | what mun I do? |
| 33404 | what mun I do?") |
| 21300 | Do you intend to fight us Or unto us resign? |
| 21300 | O John, O Joh- wa- wahn, Why did you go- wo- wo Way down in the mea- we- we- dow So far to mo- wo- wow? |
| 21300 | O Sal, O Sa- wa- wall, Why do n''t you kno- wo- wow When the grass gits ri- wi- wipe, It must be mo- wo- woed? |
| 21300 | Oh say, ca n''t I walk? |
| 21300 | These locks she has curled, shall the rattlesnake kiss? 21300 Why sit you there like a monument that has no power to stir?" |
| 21300 | You had a dream, dear Uncle, Another dream to- day? |
| 21300 | ***** WHOSE OLD COW? |
| 21300 | A miner said,"Betsy, will you dance with me?" |
| 21300 | Along came my true love, about twelve o''clock, Saying,"Henry, O Henry, what sentence have you got?" |
| 21300 | Are the hills covered over with cattle In those mystic worlds far, far away? |
| 21300 | Are they worlds with their ranges and ranches? |
| 21300 | At his post he did land, they took him in hand, The old bucks they all gathered''round, Saying"Give us your fist; where did you enlist? |
| 21300 | At night in the bright stars up yonder Do the cowboys lie down to their rest? |
| 21300 | CALIFORNIA JOE Well, mates, I do n''t like stories; Or am I going to act A part around the campfire That ai n''t a truthful fact? |
| 21300 | COWBOY SONGS AND OTHER FRONTIER BALLADS What keeps the herd from running, Stampeding far and wide? |
| 21300 | Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, Ah, do n''t you hear the clinking of my chain? |
| 21300 | Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, Ah, do n''t you hear the clinking of my chain? |
| 21300 | Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, Ah, do n''t you hear the clinking of my chain? |
| 21300 | Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, Ah, do n''t you hear the clinking of my chain? |
| 21300 | Did you ever go to a cowboy whenever hungry and dry, Asking for a dollar, and have him you deny? |
| 21300 | Do n''t you think he had his gall? |
| 21300 | Do the cowboys scrap there with Comanches And other Red Men of the plains? |
| 21300 | Do the ranch- houses ring with the prattle Of sweet little children at play? |
| 21300 | Do they gaze at this old world and wonder If rough riders dash over its breast? |
| 21300 | Do they list to the wolves in the canyons? |
| 21300 | Do they ring with rough rider refrains? |
| 21300 | Do they watch the night owl in its flight, With their horse their only companion While guarding the herd through the night? |
| 21300 | Do you want to know why? |
| 21300 | I wonder what my love would say If she could see my pants With canvas patches on my knees And one upon the stern? |
| 21300 | In came my mother about ten o''clock, Saying,"O my loving Johnny, what sentence have you got?" |
| 21300 | Is it very strange that cowboys are A rough and reckless crew When their garb forbids their doing right As Christian people do? |
| 21300 | Look here, little stranger, do you know who I am?" |
| 21300 | Now, little stranger, if you''ll give me your address,-- How would you like to go, by fast mail or express?" |
| 21300 | O say, little dogies, when you goin''to lay down And quit this forever siftin''around? |
| 21300 | Or New Mexico where natives grow With arrow- proof insides? |
| 21300 | Prairie fires, wo n''t you please stop? |
| 21300 | Quoth Ike,"You''re an angel, but where are your wings?" |
| 21300 | Shall Arizona woo me Where the meek Apache bides? |
| 21300 | THE DAYS OF FORTY- NINE We are gazing now on old Tom Moore, A relic of bygone days;''Tis a bummer, too, they call me now, But what cares I for praise? |
| 21300 | THE KANSAS LINE Come all you jolly cowmen, do n''t you want to go Way up on the Kansas line? |
| 21300 | TOP HAND While you''re all so frisky I''ll sing a little song,-- Think a little horn of whiskey will help the thing along? |
| 21300 | That they frequent scenes of revelry Where death is bought and sold, Where at least they get a welcome Though it''s prompted by their gold? |
| 21300 | They say that flour is a dollar a pound, do you think it will be any higher? |
| 21300 | This brow she has kissed, shall the cold grave press? |
| 21300 | What could I say? |
| 21300 | What matter to you in your eastern land If the raiders here should come? |
| 21300 | What''s life without liberty? |
| 21300 | Who will be to her as a brother, And shield her with a brother''s care?" |
| 21300 | Will you drink lager beer with me? |
| 21300 | You ca n''t step aside, boys, To speak to a friend Without your wife at your elbow Saying,"What does this mean?" |
| 23673 | 144 GENERAL Why art thou sorrowful? |
| 23673 | 186 Fourth Word"Deus meus, ut quid dereliquisti me?" |
| 23673 | 2. Who am I, my Jesus, That Thou com''st to me? |
| 23673 | 2. Who can requite the love Shown in the wondrous plan, Whereby the God above For me became a Man? |
| 23673 | 2. Who is there meekly lying In yonder stable poor? |
| 23673 | 3. Who is there near the cradle, That guards the holy Child? |
| 23673 | 5. Who could see, from tears refraining, Christ''s dear Mother uncomplaining In so great a sorrow bowed? |
| 23673 | 6. Who, unmoved, beheld her languish Underneath His Cross of anguish,''Mid the fierce unpitying crowd? |
| 23673 | 80 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Whither thus, in holy rapture? |
| 23673 | 80 Wondrous Love that Can not Falter 56 Why Art Thou Sorrowful? |
| 23673 | 98 SAINTS, St. Peter Seek ye a Patron to defend? |
| 23673 | A father to me? |
| 23673 | A message from the Sacred Heart; What may its message be? |
| 23673 | And how revere this wondrous gift, So far surpassing hope or thought? |
| 23673 | And what is this dulness that hangs o''er thee now? |
| 23673 | Aut in quo contristavi te? |
| 23673 | Dear Saint I stand far off With vilest sins oppressed; Oh may I dare, like thee, To lean upon His Brest? |
| 23673 | Die nobis Maria, quid vidisti in via? |
| 23673 | For love is stronger far than death, And who can love like Thee, My Saviour, Whose appealing Heart Broke on the Cross for me? |
| 23673 | For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? |
| 23673 | Gounod Lento con espressione Deus meus, Deus meus, Ut quid dereliquisti me? |
| 23673 | Gracious turn Thine ear to suppliant sigh; If sins of men Thou scann''st, who may stand That searching eye of Thine, and chast''ning hand? |
| 23673 | Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? |
| 23673 | How can I love Thee as I ought? |
| 23673 | In Accents Burning 66 Sacred Heart of Jesus, Fount of Love 59 Saint of the Sacred Heart 103 See, Amid the Winter''s Snow 5 Seek ye a Patron to Defend? |
| 23673 | Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? |
| 23673 | Lone in grandeur, lone in glory, Who shall tell thy wonderous story, Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity? |
| 23673 | Mittit crystallum suam sicut buccellas: ante faciem frigoris ejus quis sustinebit? |
| 23673 | Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, What shall I ask of thee? |
| 23673 | Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, What shall I do for thee? |
| 23673 | O who shall dare her glory paint? |
| 23673 | Popule meus, quid feci tibi? |
| 23673 | Pro nobis egenum et foeno cubantem Piis foveamus amplexibus: Sic nos amantem quis non redamaret? |
| 23673 | Quem patronem rogaturus? |
| 23673 | Quid dormitis? |
| 23673 | Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? |
| 23673 | Quis est homo, qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret In tanto supplicio? |
| 23673 | Quis non amantem redamet? |
| 23673 | Quis non posset contristari, Christi Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio? |
| 23673 | Quis non redemptus diligat, Et Corde in isto seligat Aeterna tabernacula? |
| 23673 | Seek ye a patron to defend Your cause? |
| 23673 | Shepherd, why this jubilee? |
| 23673 | That He thinks for us, plans for us, stoops to entreat, And follows u, wander we ever so far? |
| 23673 | That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence? |
| 23673 | They know but little of Thy worth Who speak the heartless words to me, For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? |
| 23673 | Though poverty and work and woe The masters of my life may be, When times are worst who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? |
| 23673 | Thy joys when shall I see? |
| 23673 | Vel Judam non videtis, quo modo non dormit, sed festinat tradere me Judaeis? |
| 23673 | Vel Judam non videtis, quo modo non dormit, sed festinat tradere me Judaeis? |
| 23673 | What else but love divine, Could Thee constrain to open thus That Sacred Heat of Thine? |
| 23673 | What gift or present, Jesus, can I bring? |
| 23673 | What may the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heav''nly song? |
| 23673 | What meeker than the Saviour''s Heart? |
| 23673 | When shall my sorrows have and end? |
| 23673 | When times are worst who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? |
| 23673 | When wilt Thou always Make our hearts Thy home? |
| 23673 | Who can measure All it means? |
| 23673 | Who doth not crave for rest? |
| 23673 | Who is the King of glory? |
| 23673 | Who is there kneeling by Him In Virgin beauty fair? |
| 23673 | Who shall sound Thee? |
| 23673 | Why art thou sorrowful, servant of God? |
| 23673 | Why so fleetly art thou speeding Up the mountain''s rough ascent? |
| 23673 | Why your rapturous strains prolong? |
| 23673 | Wither thus in holy rapture, Royal maiden, art thou bent? |
| 23673 | Word made Flesh, the bread of nature By His word to Flesh He turns; Wine into His Blood He changes: What through sense no change discerns? |
| 23673 | by N. A. Montani Moderato Quae est ista, quae est ista, quae ascendit de deserto; deliciis affluens enixa super dilectum suum? |
| 23673 | this daily food And the daily granted treasure Of His sacrificial Blood? |
| 23673 | ut quid dereliquisti me? |
| 10448 | AIR-- Is there a heart,& c. Is there a man that never sighed To set the prisoner free? |
| 10448 | AM I NOT A MAN AND BROTHER? |
| 10448 | ARE YE TRULY FREE? |
| 10448 | Am I not a Man and Brother? |
| 10448 | Am I not a man and brother? |
| 10448 | Am I not a man and brother? |
| 10448 | And thoughts be mute? |
| 10448 | Are ye deaf to the plaints that each moment arise? |
| 10448 | Are ye not base slaves indeed, Men unworthy to be freed, If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother''s pain? |
| 10448 | Are ye wanting in will? |
| 10448 | Bangor Gazette What mean ye? |
| 10448 | Brothers from sisters, friend from friend, How dare you bid them part? |
| 10448 | Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee, Or threats thy Heaven- born spirit tame? |
| 10448 | Can overseers quench thy flame? |
| 10448 | Do you boast of your freedom? |
| 10448 | From whom does it inherit The doom of slavery? |
| 10448 | HAVE WE NOT ALL ONE FATHER? |
| 10448 | Have I not a soul to save? |
| 10448 | Is it thus ye forget the mild precepts of Penn,-- Unheeding the clamor that"maddens the skies,"As ye trample the rights of your dark fellow- men? |
| 10448 | Is there a breast so chilled in life, Can nurse the coward''s sigh? |
| 10448 | Is there a creature so debased, Would not for freedom die? |
| 10448 | Is there a heart so cold in man, Can galling fetters crave? |
| 10448 | Is there a man that never prized The sweets of liberty? |
| 10448 | Is there a wretch so truly low, Can stoop to be a slave? |
| 10448 | Is true freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts forget That we owe mankind a debt? |
| 10448 | Lord, break them Slavery powers-- will you go along with me? |
| 10448 | Must e''en the press be dumb? |
| 10448 | Must nature''neath the whip- cord languish? |
| 10448 | Must the groans of your bondman still torture the ear? |
| 10448 | Must truth itself succumb? |
| 10448 | My country, shall thy honored name, Be as a by- word through the world? |
| 10448 | O, gracious Lord? |
| 10448 | Or threats thy Heaven- born spirit tame? |
| 10448 | Or turns the rapid current? |
| 10448 | Ought I not, then, to be free? |
| 10448 | Peace, babblers-- be still; Prate not of the goddess who scarce deigns to hear; Have ye power to unbind? |
| 10448 | Pierpont Are ye Truly Free? |
| 10448 | Say, O fond Zurima, Where dost thou stay? |
| 10448 | Say, doth another List to thy sweet lay? |
| 10448 | Say, doth the orange still Bloom near our cot? |
| 10448 | See these poor souls from Africa, Transported to America: We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me? |
| 10448 | See wives and husbands sold apart, The children''s screams!--it breaks my heart; There''s a better day a coming, will you go along with me? |
| 10448 | Shall he a slave be bound, Whom God hath doubly crowned Creation''s lord? |
| 10448 | Shall law be set aside, The right of prayer denied, Nature and God decried, And man called brute? |
| 10448 | Shall men of Christian name, Without a blush of shame, Profess their tyrant claim From God''s own word? |
| 10448 | Shall the sons of those sires that once spurned the chain, Turn bloodhounds to hunt and make captive again? |
| 10448 | Shall tyranny triumph, and freedom succumb? |
| 10448 | Then, answer, is the spirit Less noble or less free? |
| 10448 | This is proud oppression''s hour; Storms are round us; shall we cower? |
| 10448 | WHAT MEAN YE? |
| 10448 | What lover of her fame Feels not his country''s shame, In this dark hour? |
| 10448 | What mean ye that ye bruise and bind My people, saith the Lord, And starve your craving brother''s mind, Who asks to hear my word? |
| 10448 | What mean ye that ye make them toil, Through long and dreary years, And shed like rain upon your soil Their blood and bitter tears? |
| 10448 | What mean ye, that ye dare to rend The tender mother''s heart? |
| 10448 | What mean ye, when God''s bounteous hand To you so much has given, That from the slave who tills your land Ye keep both earth and heaven? |
| 10448 | What moves the mighty torrent, And bids it flow abroad? |
| 10448 | What, but the voice of God? |
| 10448 | When at the judgment God shall call, Where is thy brother? |
| 10448 | Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer? |
| 10448 | Where are the patriots now, Of honest heart and brow, Who scorn the neck to bow To Slavery''s power? |
| 10448 | Where human law o''errules Divine, Beneath the sheriff''s hammer fell My wife and babes,--I call them mine,-- And where they suffer, who can tell? |
| 10448 | Where the sweet Joliba, Kisses the shore, Say, shall I wander By thee never more? |
| 10448 | While beneath a despot''s power Groans the suffering slave? |
| 10448 | While mothers are torn from their children apart, And agony sunders the cords of the heart? |
| 10448 | While on every southern gale, Comes the helpless captive''s tale, And the voice of woman''s wail, And of man''s despair? |
| 10448 | While our homes and rights are dear, Guarded still with watchful fear, Shall we coldly turn our ear From the suppliant''s prayer? |
| 10448 | Who comes in his pride to that low cottage door-- The haughty and rich to the humble and poor? |
| 10448 | Why does she raise that bitter cry? |
| 10448 | Why hangs her head with shame, As now the auctioneer''s rough voice, So rudely calls her name? |
| 10448 | Why stands she near the auction stand, That girl so young and fair; What brings her to this dismal place, Why stands she weeping there? |
| 10448 | Will you, will you be colonized? |
| 10448 | Will you, will you be colonized? |
| 10448 | Ye spirits of the free, Can ye forever see Your brother man A yoked and scourged slave, Chains dragging to his grave, And raise no hand to save? |
| 10448 | Zurima, Zurima, Am I forgot? |
| 10448 | and are ye thus dumb? |
| 10448 | are ye fit to be Mothers of the brave and free? |
| 10448 | bend forsooth to southern rule? |
| 10448 | can man e''er bind thee? |
| 10448 | cringe and crawl to souther''s clay, And be the base, the supple tool, Of hell- begotten slavery? |
| 10448 | how long? |
| 10448 | my every heart- string cries, Dost thou these scenes behold In this our boasted Christian land, And must the truth be told? |
| 10448 | say, What mean ye to the Judge of all To answer on that day? |
| 10448 | she grasps a manly hand, And in a voice so low, As scarcely to be heard, she says,''My brother, must I go?'' |
| 10448 | when Slavery''ll cease, Then we poor souls can have our peace; There''s a better day a coming, will you go along with me? |
| 10448 | when shall it be, That we poor souls shall all be free? |
| 10448 | whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free; If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? |
| 10448 | will right Triumph o''er wrong? |
| 10448 | will you send me back? |
| 10448 | will you send me back? |
| 10448 | will you send me back? |
| 10448 | will you send me back? |
| 26679 | ''Cause_ Gilderoy_ had done amiss, Must he be punish''d then; What kind of Cruelty is this To hang such Handsom Men? |
| 26679 | ( then said he) thou cruel Quean, Why hast thou me beguil''d? |
| 26679 | Ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou''d you fly? |
| 26679 | And then what can we say? |
| 26679 | But now for_ Jemmy_ I must Mourn, He to the Wars must go; His Sheephook to a Sword must turn, Alack what shall I do? |
| 26679 | Dear gentle Youth is''t none but thee? |
| 26679 | Faith win Gold and wear it; Now who would not be such a Bride? |
| 26679 | Fly the Fair- Sex, if Bliss you prize, The Snake''s beneath the Flow''r: Whoever gaz''d on Beauties Eyes, That tasted Quiet more? |
| 26679 | Her delicate Body he clasp''d in his Arms, He kiss''d her, he press''d her, heap''d charms upon charms; He cry''d shall I now? |
| 26679 | Here_ Thomas Cecil_ lies, who''s that? |
| 26679 | JOCKEY''S_ Escape from_ DUNDEE;_ and the Parsons Daughter whom he had Mow''d._[ Music] Where gott''st thou the_ Haver- mill bonack_? |
| 26679 | O dear, where am I? |
| 26679 | O then cry''d out the Scullion Boy, As loud as loud might be; O save her Life, good Master- Cook, And make your Pies of me? |
| 26679 | Old_ Obadiah_ sings_ Ave- Maria_, Sing Lulla- by- Baby with a Dildo; The old Woman and her Cat sat by the Fire, Now this is my Love d''y''like her ho? |
| 26679 | Or live so high there''s none a- nigh That can with you compare? |
| 26679 | Prithee, prithee why so mute; Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing, nothing do''t? |
| 26679 | Prithee, prithee, Prithee why so pale: Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking Ill, looking ill prevail? |
| 26679 | Sir_ Thomas Bacchus_, what of him? |
| 26679 | Then_ Jockey_ tuke_ Jenny_ by the Nease, Saying my dear Lovey canst thou loof me? |
| 26679 | This Fair Maid being ripe of Wit, She strait Reply''d again; There were two Butts more at the Door, Why did you not roul them in? |
| 26679 | Thy Scrip I know, hath Cheer good store, What then the Shepherd said? |
| 26679 | To another Chapel now we come, The People follow and chat; This is the Lady_ Cottington_, And the People cry, who''s that? |
| 26679 | To which he did Reply, Although I hired a Cellar of her, And the Possession was mine? |
| 26679 | What are Lovers? |
| 26679 | What are Lovers? |
| 26679 | What can the mighty meaning be? |
| 26679 | What is''t you do? |
| 26679 | What, at best, but slavish Things? |
| 26679 | What, at best, but slavish Things? |
| 26679 | What, at best, but slavish Things? |
| 26679 | Where am I got? |
| 26679 | Whither, whither wou''d you fly? |
| 26679 | Whither, whither, whither, whither, ah whither wou''d you fly? |
| 26679 | Why are all your Shepherds mad, And your Shepherdesses sad? |
| 26679 | Why shou''d my Sighs, why shou''d my Sighs, Why shou''d my Sighs and Fondness move you? |
| 26679 | Why should two Hearts in one Breast be, And yet not be together; Or Love, where is thy Sympathy, If thou our Hearts do sever? |
| 26679 | Why so dull and mute young Sinner? |
| 26679 | Would you lead a Life Divine? |
| 26679 | You soon might in Glory appear: In glittering Coach you may ride, With Lackeys to run by your side; For why should you spare it? |
| 26679 | [ Music] How now Sister_ Betteris_, why look you so sad? |
| 26679 | [ Music] Old_ Lewis le Grand_, He raves like a Fury, And calls for_ Mercury_; Quoth he, if I can, I''ll finish my Days; For why should I live? |
| 26679 | [ Music] Stay, ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou''d you fly? |
| 26679 | [ Music] Tell me ye_ Sicilian_ Swains, Why this Mourning''s o''er your Plains; Where''s your usual Melody? |
| 26679 | [ Music] Wealth breeds Care, Love, Hope and Fear; What does Love our Business hear? |
| 26679 | [ Music] What Life can compare with the jolly Town Rakes, When in his full swing of all Pleasure he takes? |
| 26679 | [ Music] Where would coy_ Amyntas_ run, From a despairing Lover''s Story? |
| 26679 | [ Music] Why so pale and wan fond Lover? |
| 26679 | [ Music] Would you be a Man in Fashion? |
| 26679 | [ Music]_ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you,_ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you, Where''s the harm in saying so? |
| 26679 | _ Bett._ True Sister,_ Gillian_, I know it full well, But what will you say if such News I do tell? |
| 26679 | _ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you, Where''s the harm in saying so? |
| 26679 | _ Cælia_ how can you be Cruel and Fair? |
| 26679 | _ How came she here then?_ Will. |
| 26679 | _ That''s he for whom our Bells ring so often, is it not_ Mary? |
| 26679 | _ The_ DEAR JOY''S_ Lamentation._[ Music] Ho my dear Joy, now what dost thou think? |
| 26679 | _ Then be thou Mad_,& c. Has thy Mistress frown''d on thee, or thy Rival out- gone thee? |
| 26679 | can happy be, That does the Truth of all things see? |
| 26679 | foolish Lass, what mun I do? |
| 26679 | never ask more and I''ll give thee a Kiss; How never? |
| 26679 | said he,( and sigh''d when he spoke) Your cruel resolves will you never revoke? |
| 26679 | what a Quean was she?) |
| 26679 | what are Kings? |
| 26679 | what are Kings? |
| 26679 | what becomes of me? |
| 56625 | ''Madam, will you accept of a petticoat of red, With six golden flounces around it outspread?'' 56625 ''Madam, will you accept of the keys of my chest, To get at all my money, and to buy what you think best?'' |
| 56625 | ''Madam, will you accept of the keys of my heart, That we may join together, and never, never part?'' 56625 ''Madam, will you accept of this pretty golden ball, To walk all in the garden, or in my lady''s hall?'' |
| 56625 | ''What, is my love a sleeping? 56625 How old are you, my fair pretty maid? |
| 56625 | Now he''s in grave, I will be brave, The ladies shall adore me, I''ll court and kiss, what hurt''s in this? 56625 O where are you going my fair pretty maid? |
| 56625 | O where be your characters Ye maidens brisk and gay? |
| 56625 | Says Ormond, If I did go, with Berwick I stood, And for the Crown of England I ventured my blood, To the Boyne I advanced, to Tingney( Quesnoy?) 56625 ''Shall I be your lover, and will you agree, To forsake the old love, and forgather with me? 56625 ''Then,''said Arscott,''this must be the doing of none other than Dogget; where is he?'' 56625 ''Who knocketh at the window, who knocketh there so late?'' 56625 2 I said:''Good morning, pretty maid, How come you here so soon, say?'' 56625 2 In dewy grass and green we walk''d, She timid was and coy;How can''st thou choose but pity me, My pretty pearl, my joy? |
| 56625 | 2 O where are you going, my fair pretty maid? |
| 56625 | 2 Says little Tom Dicker, Pray what do you mean, By killing your Colly when she was so lean? |
| 56625 | 2 So Roger he dressed himself up as a beau, He comb''d down his locks, and in collars of snow, He went to the farmer, and said,"How d''y do? |
| 56625 | 2 To the Captain then upspake the little Cabin- boy, He said, What is my fee, if the galley I destroy? |
| 56625 | 2"And when shall I see again my grey mare?" |
| 56625 | 2"My fair pretty maid, why wander?" |
| 56625 | 2"O have you seen a pretty ewe That hath a tender lamb, A strayed from the orchard glade That little one and dam?" |
| 56625 | 2"O will you accept of the pretty silver pin, To pin your golden hair with the fine mus- e- lin?" |
| 56625 | 2''O where are you going, my sweet pretty maid?'' |
| 56625 | 2''Why art thou walking abroad alone? |
| 56625 | 3 A twelvemonth and a day being up, The ghost began to speak;"Why sit you here by my grave- side From dusk till dawning break?" |
| 56625 | 3 Now when this letter reached the youth, It put him in a taking; Sure of each other''s love and truth, Why such a fuss be making? |
| 56625 | 3 O what to me the wind and the weather? |
| 56625 | 3 Said Jan,"Thou art a helpful lass, Wilt thou be mine for life?" |
| 56625 | 3 Why follow the church path, why steal you this way? |
| 56625 | 3"O will you accept of a pair of shoes of cork, The one is made in London, the other''s made in York?" |
| 56625 | 3[''Bout twelve was the hour when we came alongside, With long speaking trumpet:''Whence came you?'' |
| 56625 | 3[9] Why wear you that kerchief tied over your head? |
| 56625 | 4 How far, how far, cried Henry Martyn, How far are you going? |
| 56625 | 4 The farmer came to us, and thus did he say,"What have you been doing lads, all the long day? |
| 56625 | 4"O will you accept of the keys of Canterbury, That all the bells of England may ring, and make us merry?" |
| 56625 | 4"Oh silly maid,"young Johnny said,"Alone why did you seek?" |
| 56625 | 4[26] O why love, O why, should I banished be from thee? |
| 56625 | 5 The willow with branches that weep, The thorn and the cypress tree, O why were the seeds of such dolorous weeds, Thus scattered there by thee? |
| 56625 | 5"But supposing a highway- man stopped you? |
| 56625 | 5"O where be your spencers? |
| 56625 | 5"O will you accept of a kiss from loving heart; That we may join together and never more may part?" |
| 56625 | 5"What is it that you want of me, And will not let me sleep? |
| 56625 | 5[19] Now the first she did behold, O it was a sailor bold,"Have you seen my simple ploughboy?" |
| 56625 | And must I go, and leave you so-- While thund''ring billows roar? |
| 56625 | And when I reached the Eastern shore, I let my head hang down, I tripped over Baganells(?) |
| 56625 | Dad on the deep, What will he think? |
| 56625 | Do n''t you hear the fond song The sweet notes of the Nightingale flow? |
| 56625 | Do n''t you hear the fond tale, Of the sweet nightingale, As she sings in the valleys below? |
| 56625 | For the rascals are many, men say, And take all the money from off you As you ride on the king''s highway?" |
| 56625 | He gives what he calls"The White Paternoster":--"White Paternoster, Saint Peter''s brother, What hast i''th''one hand? |
| 56625 | He''d scarce said''How do?'' |
| 56625 | How comes it that thou stroll''st this way? |
| 56625 | How old are you, my honey? |
| 56625 | I said,"So early, tell me now?" |
| 56625 | I stand at thy door, pretty love, full of care, O why should I languish so long in despair? |
| 56625 | If I to thee my mill shall give, Tell me what toll thou''lt take to live?" |
| 56625 | If I to thee my mill shall make Tell me what toll, to live, thou''lt take?" |
| 56625 | If I to thee my mill shall make, Tell me what toll to live thou''lt take?" |
| 56625 | It begins--"Oh, what have I ate, and what have I ate? |
| 56625 | It runs thus--"I am Ormond the brave, did you ever hear of me? |
| 56625 | O what to me the wind and the rain? |
| 56625 | O where are you going my lambie? |
| 56625 | O whither so swift through the dew drops? |
| 56625 | O why look your parents so slightingly on me? |
| 56625 | O why should I die? |
| 56625 | O why should I see my own chosen no more? |
| 56625 | Oft have I sued in vain And now I''m come again, Wilt thou be mine, or Yes or No? |
| 56625 | Quha calls there, so like a strangere? |
| 56625 | Sing fol- de- rol,& c. 7"How far do you make it?" |
| 56625 | Such folly speak no more: How can''st thou love a roving man, Thou ne''er hast seen before? |
| 56625 | Sweet maiden, tell me true, Before bright Phoebus''glittering ray Has supped the morning dew?" |
| 56625 | Then the fiend in female form asked:"How far is it from heaven to earth?" |
| 56625 | This begins--"Quho( who) is at my windo, who, who? |
| 56625 | What ails my pretty mistress? |
| 56625 | What hast i''th''t''other hand? |
| 56625 | What is your Eight, O? |
| 56625 | What is your Five, O? |
| 56625 | What is your Four, O? |
| 56625 | What is your Nine, O? |
| 56625 | What is your One, O? |
| 56625 | What is your Seven, O? |
| 56625 | What is your Six, O? |
| 56625 | What is your Ten, O? |
| 56625 | What is your Three, O? |
| 56625 | What is your Two, O? |
| 56625 | What prize money have you earn''d?" |
| 56625 | What will you sing me? |
| 56625 | What will you sing me? |
| 56625 | Who will undertake Lincolnshire, Dorset, Hampshire, and other counties? |
| 56625 | Why halt in your journey, on threshold why stay? |
| 56625 | Why should we be dullards sad? |
| 56625 | Wilt thou be mine, or No? |
| 56625 | Wilt thou be mine, or No? |
| 56625 | Wilt thou be mine, or No? |
| 56625 | Wilt thou be mine, or Yes or No? |
| 56625 | Your mantles rich and fine?" |
| 56625 | [ Music] 1 A maiden sat a- weeping Down by the sea shore, What ails my pretty mistress? |
| 56625 | [ Music] 1 As Jan was hurrying down the glade, He met his sweetheart Kit;"O whither so fast?" |
| 56625 | [ Music] 1 I am Ormond the brave, did ye never hear of me? |
| 56625 | [ Music] 1"O will you accept of the mus- e- lin so blue, To wear all in the morning, and to dabble in the dew?" |
| 56625 | [ Music] 1_ He:_ Cicely sweet, the morn is fair, Wilt thou drive me to despair? |
| 56625 | [ Music] 2 Did you not promise me, That I your wife should be? |
| 56625 | ca n''t you very well see, That these are three highwaymen from justice hid by thee?" |
| 56625 | ca n''t you very well see, That these are three milking cows my mother sent to me?" |
| 56625 | ca n''t you very well see, That these are three milking maids, my mother sent to me?" |
| 56625 | ca n''t you very well see, That these are three milking pails, my mother sent to me?" |
| 56625 | ca n''t you very well see, That these are three pudding bags, my mother sent to me?" |
| 56625 | ca n''t you very well see, That these are three toasting forks, my mother sent to me?" |
| 56625 | or is my love awake?'' |
| 56625 | p. 601--"Little Tom Dogget, what doest thou mean, To kill thy poor Colly now she''s so lean? |
| 56625 | said she,"O what do these three beavers here without the leave of me?" |
| 56625 | said she,"O what do these three horses here without the leave of me?" |
| 56625 | said she,"O what do these three pair of boots without the leave of me?" |
| 56625 | said she,"O what do these three swords hang here without the leave of me?" |
| 56625 | said she,"O why sleep here three gentlemen without the leave of me?" |
| 56625 | supposing some fellow should stop me? |
| 56625 | well over- taken, do''y say?" |
| 56625 | what can poor lovers do? |
| 56625 | what can poor maidens do? |
| 56625 | what can poor maidens do? |
| 56625 | what can poor maidens do? |
| 56625 | what can poor maidens do? |
| 37538 | Is there any news of the war? |
| 37538 | O, does the pale face haunt her, dear friend, that looks on thee, Or is she laughing, singing, in careless, girlish glee? 37538 Say, stranger, is it true That Jackson has resigned?" |
| 37538 | Well, well, read on; is he wounded? 37538 Well,_ we_ are glad to hear it, And will tender them our thanks, But who was Jackson''s commissary?" |
| 37538 | What for? 37538 _ Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me, When the shells fly so thickly around? |
| 37538 | _ Hear ye not the sound of battle, Sabre clash and musket rattle? 37538 ); The richest viands flank her silver plate-- Coarse grub have I? 37538 A Texan''s name, who would not wear it? 37538 And battle for their country, and, if needs be, die? 37538 And the feet that wear them Speed thee onward-- where? 37538 And the red cross floats on high? 37538 And then we ca n''t enjoy a walk Since all the beaux have gone; For what''s the good( to use plain talk), If we must trudge alone? 37538 Bearing our flag o''er the billow''s foam, Shedding his blood for his Southern home? 37538 Behold her beautiful and broad domain, And say, if patriot hearts shall freely bleed To keep it sacred from invasion''s stain? 37538 But e''en if you drop down unheeded, What matter? 37538 But in my tent, that night, awake, I ask,If in the fray I fall, Can I the mystic answer make, When the angelic sentries call?" |
| 37538 | But were we favored? |
| 37538 | But what''s the use of talking thus? |
| 37538 | By the torch- light unsteady, The dead and the dying seem one; What? |
| 37538 | C. WASHINGTON, D. C. WOULD''ST THOU HAVE ME LOVE THEE? |
| 37538 | Can you then inactive be? |
| 37538 | Can you withstand their calling? |
| 37538 | Can''st tell who lose the battle, oft in the council- field? |
| 37538 | Crooning ancient ballads, Rocking to and fro, In your sage divining, Say where these shall go? |
| 37538 | Darkies has you seed my massa Wid de mustache on his face? |
| 37538 | Do they know that I''ve run down the hillside To hunt for my hole in the ground? |
| 37538 | Does a father home await you? |
| 37538 | Dost thou pause? |
| 37538 | Gained-- the infamy of fame? |
| 37538 | Have you counted up the cost? |
| 37538 | Hear the threats of that ruthless banditti, Who for"booty"and"beauty"would fight; Shall they sweep our loved South from creation? |
| 37538 | Hear ye not that stern thunder now bursting so nigh? |
| 37538 | Hear ye the booming adown the red valley? |
| 37538 | Hear ye the music that gladdens each comrade, Riding on wings through torrents of sounds? |
| 37538 | Homeward-- bearing garlands? |
| 37538 | How can I weep to leave thee? |
| 37538 | IS THE BATTLE OVER? |
| 37538 | If ever I consent to be married, And who would refuse a good mate? |
| 37538 | If you know, I pray you tell me-- will my father come again? |
| 37538 | Is he well, or is he wounded? |
| 37538 | Is he wounded?" |
| 37538 | Jaunty set of stockings, Neat from top to toe, March they with the victor? |
| 37538 | Lie with vanquished low? |
| 37538 | Mother, dear, you''re always sighing since you last the paper read-- Tell me why you now are crying-- why that cap is on your head? |
| 37538 | Mother, do you think he''s slain? |
| 37538 | My love her daily dinner takes in state-- And so do I(? |
| 37538 | Never such a golden light Lit the vaulted sky; Never sacrifice as bright Rose to God on high; Thousands oxen, what were they To the offering we pay? |
| 37538 | Now the stream of battle lowers-- Who before the tempest cowers? |
| 37538 | Oh, wo n''t you think of me, Willie boy, Willie boy; Oh, wo n''t you think of me when far away? |
| 37538 | Reduce our rations at all? |
| 37538 | Say, shall we suffer the ruthless invader O''er our fair valley to marshal his legions? |
| 37538 | See ye not those dark clouds which now threaten the sky? |
| 37538 | See ye the banners of proud Texan heroes, In front of her column, move steadily on? |
| 37538 | See ye the fires and flashes still leaping? |
| 37538 | See ye the tempest and jettings of storm? |
| 37538 | Shall a fanatic horde in power Send forth a base and hireling band To desolate our happy land And make our Southern freemen cower? |
| 37538 | Shall dastard tyrants march their legions To crush the land of Jackson-- Lee? |
| 37538 | Shall freedom fly to other regions, And sons of Yorktown bend the knee? |
| 37538 | Shall their tears be unavailing? |
| 37538 | Shall this boasting, mad invader, Trample Texas and degrade her? |
| 37538 | Shall tyrants desecrate the sod Our fathers hallowed with their blood, Or cowards tread where heroes trod? |
| 37538 | Sons of freedom, can you linger, When you hear the battle roar, Fondly dallying with your pleasures When the foe is at your door? |
| 37538 | Swear our country shall be free; Submit to subjugation? |
| 37538 | Then let the banner float the air, The fairest one of freedom''s types-- The stars are fading one by one-- What matter? |
| 37538 | Then let the banner float the air, The fairest ones of freedom''s types-- The stars are fading one by one-- What matter? |
| 37538 | These capital verses were found[ written?] |
| 37538 | Think you while astounded nations curse your malice, we will bear Foulest wrong? |
| 37538 | This glorious, golden morn I leave my life, my honor and my fame, To nobly die as fits a soldier brave-- Who asks of Southrons but an honor''d name? |
| 37538 | To the silent city, On their trackless way? |
| 37538 | Union with a race ignoring The charter of our Nation''s birth? |
| 37538 | Union with bastard slaves adoring The fiend that chains them to the earth? |
| 37538 | Vile despots, with their minions knavish, Would drag us back to their embrace; Will freemen brook a chain so slavish? |
| 37538 | WE KNOW THAT WE WERE REBELS; OR, WHY CAN WE NOT BE BROTHERS? |
| 37538 | Want a weapon? |
| 37538 | Want a weapon? |
| 37538 | Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? |
| 37538 | Was''t shell, half- buried, struck my foot? |
| 37538 | We like to see them brave,''tis true, And would not urge them stay; But what are we, poor girls, to do When they are all away? |
| 37538 | What ails the woman standing near? |
| 37538 | What is gained and what is lost-- When the foe your lines have crossed? |
| 37538 | What shall the Southron''s watchword be, Bearing the banner that proves him free? |
| 37538 | What shall the Southron''s watchword be, Fighting for us on land and sea? |
| 37538 | What shall the Southron''s watchword be, Fighting the battles of liberty? |
| 37538 | Who could hide in woman''s bowers? |
| 37538 | Who groan''d? |
| 37538 | Who of us shall say? |
| 37538 | Who on Palo Alto''s day,''Mid fire and hail at Monterey, At Buena Vista, led the way? |
| 37538 | Whose mien is ever proudest, When we hold the foe at bay? |
| 37538 | Whose war- cry cheers us loudest, As we rush to the bloody fray? |
| 37538 | Why can we not be brothers? |
| 37538 | Why heed the cannon in your streets, The bayonets that block your way? |
| 37538 | Why weep, your old warhorse? |
| 37538 | Will brave men take so low a place? |
| 37538 | Will you shrink from such a meeting? |
| 37538 | Woman''s heart is soft and tender, But''tis proud and faithful too: Shall she be her land''s defender? |
| 37538 | Young stranger, what land claims thy birth? |
| 37538 | [ Illustration] DO THEY MISS ME IN THE TRENCHES? |
| 37538 | _ Air--"Do They Miss Me At Home? |
| 37538 | a sister whom you love? |
| 37538 | above his head?" |
| 37538 | boys? |
| 37538 | can you suffer the sight Of your sisters insulted, your friends in the fight? |
| 37538 | is the battle over? |
| 37538 | is the battle over? |
| 37538 | say can you see, through the gloom and the storms, More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation? |
| 37538 | shall freemen strike in vain? |
| 37538 | the Doodles have broken loose, 14 Why can we not be brothers? |
| 37538 | thousands have been killed they say-- Is my father coming?--tell me, have the Southrons gain''d the day? |
| 37538 | to have none? |
| 37538 | trembling and paling already, Before your mission''s begun? |
| 37538 | was it the night- wind that rustled the leaves? |
| 37538 | what ca n''t we dare or do? |
| 37538 | what cannon roar is that? |
| 37538 | where is thy proud fame? |
| 37538 | who can view it unshaken? |
| 37538 | who could tell his fate? |
| 37538 | who goes there?" |
| 22089 | Can a woman forget her sucking child? |
| 22089 | I knew all this, and who can doubt, I felt a sad misgiving? 22089 Where are you from?" |
| 22089 | Who gave the sacrament to those Whose chains and handcuffs rattle? 22089 56 Am I not a Sister? 22089 57 Afric''s Dream 20 A Beacon has been lighted 74 A vision 142 Are ye truly Free? 22089 AM I NOT A MAN AND BROTHER? 22089 ARE YE TRULY FREE? 22089 Alas!--I fear me he is dead!-- Who will my trouble share? 22089 Am I not a Sister? 22089 Am I not a man and brother? 22089 Am I not a sister, say? 22089 Am I not a sister, say? 22089 Am I not a sister, say? 22089 And must we yield to Freedom''s God As offering meet, the negro''s blood? 22089 And shall the safeguard of the free, By valor won on gory plains, Become a solemn mockery While freemen breathe and virtue reigns? 22089 And shall we crouch above these graves, With craven soul and fettered lip? 22089 And we ARE free-- but is there not One blot upon our name? 22089 And who is not moved by music? 22089 And who through our nation is waging the fight? 22089 And wilt thou not arise ere long, To plead their cause, and break their chains? 22089 Are these the graves they slumber in? 22089 Are we the sons by whom are borne, The mantles which the dead have won? 22089 Are ye not base slaves indeed, Men unworthy to be freed? 22089 Are you from Carolina''s strand, Just west of the Atlantic? 22089 Are you that man of blood and birth, Devoid of human feeling? 22089 Bend to the earth our pliant knees, And speak-- but as our masters please? 22089 Boasts your vote no higher aim, Than between two blots of shame That would stain our country''s fame, Just to choose the least? 22089 Brothers from sisters, friend from friend, How dare you bid them part? 22089 But what were all their pride and state Should labor cease to heed them? 22089 But where is the beauty to see, Like the sun- brilliant brow of a nation when free? |
| 22089 | Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee, Or threats thy Heaven born spirit tame? |
| 22089 | Can overseers quench thy flame? |
| 22089 | Can such delights as these invest Foul slavery''s wretched thrall? |
| 22089 | Can those be blest, whose hope, whose life, Hang on a tyrant''s nod; To whom nor husband, child, nor wife Are known-- yea, scarcely God? |
| 22089 | Can those be happy in these ties Who wear her galling chain? |
| 22089 | Christian patriots, tried and true, Freedom''s eyes now turn to you; Foes are many-- are ye few? |
| 22089 | Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner''s plea? |
| 22089 | Do we remember still Old Plymouth rock, and Lexington, and glorious Bunker Hill? |
| 22089 | Does not thy word still fixed remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain? |
| 22089 | Does the land her banner wave, Most invitingly, to save; Wooing to her arms of love, Strangers who would freemen prove? |
| 22089 | Does the land, in native might, Pant for Liberty and Right? |
| 22089 | Dost thou not see the dreadful wrong, Which Afric''s injured race sustains? |
| 22089 | Freemen, is it God who wills You to choose, of foulest ills, That which only latest kills? |
| 22089 | From whom does it inherit The doom of slavery? |
| 22089 | Has he bid you buy and sell me, Speaking from his throne-- the sky? |
| 22089 | Hath home such charms for_ all_? |
| 22089 | Have I an immortal soul? |
| 22089 | Have I not a soul to save? |
| 22089 | He went where brighter flowrets grow Beneath the Southern skies; Oh who will show me on the map Where that far country lies? |
| 22089 | Hear ye not the earnest cry That peals o''er every wave? |
| 22089 | Heaven''s blessing can ye win If ye falter now? |
| 22089 | How long e''er the Christian will loosen the chain? |
| 22089 | How long will the friend of the slave plead in vain? |
| 22089 | If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother''s pain? |
| 22089 | Is HONOR but a name for GOLD, And PRINCIPLE A WITHERED FLOWER? |
| 22089 | Is our proud record written fair Upon the scroll of fame? |
| 22089 | Is there, as ye sometimes tell me, Is there one who reigns on high? |
| 22089 | Is this the soil whereon they moved? |
| 22089 | Is true freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts forget That we owe mankind a debt? |
| 22089 | Is water running in our veins? |
| 22089 | Is''t not enough that we have borne the sneer of all the world, And bent to those whose haughty lips in scorn of us are curled? |
| 22089 | Is''t not enough that we must bow to all that they decree,-- These cotton and tobacco lords, these pimps of slavery? |
| 22089 | Is''t not enough that we must hunt their living chattels back, And cheer the hungry bloodhounds on, that howl upon their track? |
| 22089 | Lord, break them Slavery powers-- will you go along with me? |
| 22089 | Ministers of God to men, Heed ye not the nation''s sin? |
| 22089 | Mother, hast thou ever known The pain of parting ties? |
| 22089 | Must nature''neath the whip- cord languish? |
| 22089 | Must not thine anger quickly rise Against the men whom lust controls, Who dare thy righteous laws despise And traffic in the blood of souls? |
| 22089 | Must their life in sorrow flow? |
| 22089 | Must we not only half the guilt and all the shame endure, But help to make our tyrant''s throne of flesh and blood secure? |
| 22089 | My friends, do they not often send, A wish or a thought after me? |
| 22089 | My vote? |
| 22089 | O where is our freedom? |
| 22089 | Of human skulls that shrine was made, Round which the priests of Mexico Before their loathsome idol prayed-- Is Freedom''s altar fashioned so? |
| 22089 | Oh, think ye that our fathers,( That noble patriot band,) Could now look down with kindling joy, And smile upon the land? |
| 22089 | Or taste the blessed charities That in the household reign? |
| 22089 | Or tell me where his form is laid, And let me travel there? |
| 22089 | Or threats thy Heaven born spirit tame? |
| 22089 | Or turns the rapid current? |
| 22089 | Ought I not, then, to be free? |
| 22089 | PAGE Am I not a Man and Brother? |
| 22089 | Right established, would you see? |
| 22089 | Say, O fond Zurima, Where dost thou stay? |
| 22089 | Say, doth another List to thy sweet lay? |
| 22089 | Say, doth the orange still Bloom near our cot? |
| 22089 | Say, would not grief_ thy_ bosom swell? |
| 22089 | See wives and husbands sold apart, The children''s screams!--it breaks my heart; There''s a better day a coming, will you go along with me? |
| 22089 | Send up the shout Emancipation-- From heaven let the echoes bound-- Soon will it bless this franchised nation,-- Come raise again the stirring sound? |
| 22089 | Shall Freedom look to us in vain? |
| 22089 | Shall Honor bleed?--Shall Truth succumb? |
| 22089 | Shall I live in lust''s control, To be chattled like a beast, By the Christian church and priest? |
| 22089 | Shall I then be bought and sold In the mart and by the way, For the white man''s lust and gold? |
| 22089 | Shall Manhood ever wear the chain? |
| 22089 | Shall Mercy''s bosom cease to swell? |
| 22089 | Shall Mercy''s tears no longer flow? |
| 22089 | Shall every flap of England''s flag Proclaim that all around are free, From"farthest Ind"to each blue crag That beetles o''er the Western Sea? |
| 22089 | Shall freeman''s sons be taunted, That freedom''s spirit''s fled; That what the fathers vaunted, With sordid sons is dead? |
| 22089 | Shall freemen lock th''indignant thought? |
| 22089 | Shall he a slave be bound, Whom God hath doubly crowned Creation''s lord? |
| 22089 | Shall it be told in story, Or troll''d in burning song, New England''s boasted glory Forgot the bondman''s wrong? |
| 22089 | Shall liberty be bought and sold By guilty creatures clothed with power? |
| 22089 | Shall men of Christian name, Without a blush of shame, Profess their tyrant claim From God''s own word? |
| 22089 | Shall men of whips and blood bear sway? |
| 22089 | Shall our own brethren drag the chain Which not even Russia''s menials wear? |
| 22089 | Shall our own glorious land retain That curse which Europe scorns to bear? |
| 22089 | Shall outraged Nature cease to feel? |
| 22089 | Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb? |
| 22089 | Shall the vile slavites win the day? |
| 22089 | Shall their grief no ending know? |
| 22089 | Shall their story mar our glory? |
| 22089 | Shall tongues be mute, when deeds are wrought Which well might shame extremest Hell? |
| 22089 | Should some rude ruffian seize and sell The child thou lovest so? |
| 22089 | Suns bless our harvests fair, With fervid smile serene, But a dark shade is gathering there, What can its blackness mean? |
| 22089 | That they in grovelling gain Have lost their ancient fire, And''neath the despot''s chain, Let liberty expire? |
| 22089 | That we must yield our conscience up to glut Oppression''s maw, And break our faith with God to keep the letter of Man''s law? |
| 22089 | The debt we owe our Father''s graves? |
| 22089 | The tyrant''s chains are only strong While slaves submit to wear them; And, who could bind them on the strong, Determined not to wear them? |
| 22089 | The wretch I saw, when last on earth, In human cattle dealing? |
| 22089 | The yoke, the fasces, and the chain, Say, are these emblems true? |
| 22089 | Then ask not why"my dismal look,"Nor why my"falling tears,"Such wrongs, what human heart can brook? |
| 22089 | Then, answer, is the spirit Less noble or less free? |
| 22089 | This is proud oppression''s hour; Storms are round us; shall we cower? |
| 22089 | Though I have been made a slave? |
| 22089 | Three million men in chains, Your friendly aid implore; Slight you the piteous strains That from their bosoms pour? |
| 22089 | To this none can answer, but echo cries, where? |
| 22089 | Was ever infant from thee torn And sold before thine eyes? |
| 22089 | We have a scutcheon bright, By our dead fathers bought; A fearful blot distains its white-- Who hath such evil wrought? |
| 22089 | We rush to battle-- bear our lot In every ill and danger-- And who shall make the peaceful cot To homely joy a stranger? |
| 22089 | We toil, we spin, we delve the mine, Sustaining each his neighbor; And who can hold a right divine To rob us of our labor? |
| 22089 | What Mean Ye? |
| 22089 | What deploring impedes his soaring? |
| 22089 | What host from the battle is flying? |
| 22089 | What mean ye that ye bruise and bind My people, saith the Lord, And starve your craving brother''s mind, Who asks to hear my word? |
| 22089 | What mean ye that ye make them toil; Through long and dreary years, And shed like rain upon your soil Their blood and bitter tears? |
| 22089 | What mean ye when God''s bounteous hand, To you so much has given, That from the slave who tills your land, Ye keep both earth and heaven? |
| 22089 | What mean ye, that ye dare to rend The tender mother''s heart? |
| 22089 | What moves the mighty torrent, And bids it flow abroad? |
| 22089 | What, but the voice of God? |
| 22089 | When at the judgment God shall call, Where is thy brother? |
| 22089 | Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer? |
| 22089 | Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? |
| 22089 | Where human law o''errules Divine, Beneath the sheriff''s hammer fell My wife and babes,--I call them mine,-- And where they suffer, who can tell? |
| 22089 | Where should I lodge my deep complaint? |
| 22089 | Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore, Say, shall I wander by thee never more? |
| 22089 | Where the sweet Joliba kisses the shore, Say, shall I wander by thee never more? |
| 22089 | While beneath a despot''s power Groans the suffering slave? |
| 22089 | While on every southern gale, Comes the helpless captive''s tale, And the voice of woman''s wail, And of man''s despair? |
| 22089 | While our homes and rights are dear, Guarded still with watchful fear, Shall we coldly turn our ear From the suppliant''s prayer? |
| 22089 | Who comes in his pride to that low cottage- door-- The haughty and rich to the humble and poor? |
| 22089 | Who for his country brave, Would fly from her invader? |
| 22089 | Who his base life to save Would traitor like degrade her? |
| 22089 | Who tore the infant from the breast, That you might sell its mother? |
| 22089 | Whose backs soon after felt the blows, More heavy than thy cattle?" |
| 22089 | Whose craving mind could never rest, Till you had sold a brother? |
| 22089 | Will ye despise the streamlets Upon the mountain side; Ye broad and mighty rivers, On sweeping to the tide? |
| 22089 | Will you not then for me pray, To the God whose power can save, High and low, and bond and free? |
| 22089 | Will you, sisters, tell me nay? |
| 22089 | Wilt thou despise the crescent, That trembles, newly born, Thou bright and peerless planet, Whose reign shall reach the morn? |
| 22089 | Yoke in with marked and branded slaves, And tremble at the driver''s whip? |
| 22089 | Zurima, Zurima, Am I forgot? |
| 22089 | [ Music] Am I not a man and brother? |
| 22089 | [ Music] Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? |
| 22089 | [ Music] Our Pilgrim Fathers-- where are they? |
| 22089 | [ Music] See these poor souls from Africa, Transported to America; We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me? |
| 22089 | [ Music] What means that sad and dismal look, And why those falling tears? |
| 22089 | [ Music] Why did ye wake me from my sleep? |
| 22089 | [ Music] Will ye despise the acorn, Just thrusting out its shoot, Ye giants of the forest, That strike the deepest root? |
| 22089 | _ Thy_ tears like rivers flow? |
| 22089 | and shall we calmly rest, The Christian''s scorn-- the Heathen''s mirth-- Content to live the lingering jest And by- word of a mocking Earth? |
| 22089 | and to the yet unborn, Whose heritage ourselves must make a thing of pride or scorn? |
| 22089 | are ye fit to be Mothers of the brave and free? |
| 22089 | can man e''er bind thee? |
| 22089 | equality where? |
| 22089 | gone, sold and gone 5 Get off the Track 144 Heard ye that Cry? |
| 22089 | how long? |
| 22089 | reflect; are_ all_ thus blest? |
| 22089 | say, What mean ye to the Judge of all To answer on that day? |
| 22089 | shall their agony of prayer Come thrilling to our hearts in vain? |
| 22089 | the fiend demands,"What makes you look so frantic? |
| 22089 | when Slavery''ll cease, Then we poor souls can have our peace; There''s a better day a coming, will you go along with me? |
| 22089 | when shall it be, That we poor souls shall all be free? |
| 22089 | whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free; If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? |
| 22089 | why do n''t you repent? |
| 22089 | why slumber ye on? |
| 22089 | will right Triumph o''er wrong? |
| 22089 | will you send me back? |
| 22089 | will you send me back? |
| 22089 | will you send me back? |
| 22089 | will you send me back? |
| 16455 | ''Tis the Spirit calling, why delay? |
| 16455 | 134 What Hast Thou Done for Me? |
| 16455 | 137 Saw Ye My Savior? |
| 16455 | 2 Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move? |
| 16455 | 2 Are you walking daily by the Savior''s side? |
| 16455 | 2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, The stubborn will subdue? |
| 16455 | 2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier? |
| 16455 | 2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? |
| 16455 | 2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? |
| 16455 | 2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? |
| 16455 | 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? |
| 16455 | 2 For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine? |
| 16455 | 2 Has thy night been long and mournful? |
| 16455 | 2 Have we trials and temptations? |
| 16455 | 2 How can a soul condemned to die, Escape the just decree? |
| 16455 | 2 If at the dawn of the early morning, He shall call us one by one, When to the Lord we restore our talents, Will he answer thee-- Well done? |
| 16455 | 2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise? |
| 16455 | 2 Is not e''en death a gain to those Whose life to God was given? |
| 16455 | 2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, To heal the anguish of the heart? |
| 16455 | 2 Is your heart warm glowing, With his love o''erflowing, And his goodness showing More and more each day? |
| 16455 | 2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary''s tree Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free; Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be? |
| 16455 | 2 Lord, turn thee to my soul; Bring thy salvation near; When will thy hand release my feet From sin''s destructive snare? |
| 16455 | 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flow''ry beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed thro''bloody seas? |
| 16455 | 2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne''er break up, And Sabbaths have no end? |
| 16455 | 2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus, Whilst he leads me by the hand, And to those around be saying, Come and join this happy band? |
| 16455 | 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Shall we to man benighted The light of life deny? |
| 16455 | 2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? |
| 16455 | 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud and magnify? |
| 16455 | 2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? |
| 16455 | 2 Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree? |
| 16455 | 2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give, Yea, life itself, that they may live, What hath your Savior done for you? |
| 16455 | 2 What do you hope, dear brother, To gain by a further delay? |
| 16455 | 2 What is faith''s foundation strong? |
| 16455 | 2 What is my being, but for thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? |
| 16455 | 2 What means this wondrous story The holy angels tell? |
| 16455 | 2 Where dost thou at noon- tide resort with thy sheep, To feed in the pastures of love? |
| 16455 | 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? |
| 16455 | 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast-- but numberless? |
| 16455 | 2 Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee? |
| 16455 | 2 Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus-- Follow his weary, bleeding feet? |
| 16455 | 2 Would you calmly walk the wave? |
| 16455 | 2"Sprinkled now with blood the throne-- Why beneath thy burdens groan? |
| 16455 | 2''Tis but in part I know thy will; I bless thee for the sight; When will thy love the rest reveal, In glory''s clearer light? |
| 16455 | 207 Why Do You Wait? |
| 16455 | 219 Who''ll Be the Next? |
| 16455 | 226 Are You Ready? |
| 16455 | 23._( 859) The Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be well supplied: Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside? |
| 16455 | 247 Is My Name Written There? |
| 16455 | 282 Are You Washed in the Blood? |
| 16455 | 3 All- seeing, powerful God, Who can with thee contend? |
| 16455 | 3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive; Oh, how can you question, if you will believe? |
| 16455 | 3 Are there no foes for me to face? |
| 16455 | 3 Burdened with guilt, would''st thou be blessed? |
| 16455 | 3 Burdened with sin''s oppressive chain, Oh, how can I get free? |
| 16455 | 3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? |
| 16455 | 3 But will he prove a friend indeed? |
| 16455 | 3 By these may I be warned betimes; Who knows the guile within? |
| 16455 | 3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier? |
| 16455 | 3 Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? |
| 16455 | 3 Do you fear the gath''ring clouds of sorrow? |
| 16455 | 3 Do you not feel, dear brother, His Spirit now striving within? |
| 16455 | 3 Have we been true to the trust he left us? |
| 16455 | 3 Hear you now his loving voice? |
| 16455 | 3 I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter''s power? |
| 16455 | 3 Is not thy name melodious still, To mine attentive ear? |
| 16455 | 3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee, Or cry in the desert for bread? |
| 16455 | 3 Oh, who, like thee, so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men before? |
| 16455 | 3 Our God in pity lingers still; And wilt thou thus his love requite? |
| 16455 | 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e''er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? |
| 16455 | 3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? |
| 16455 | 3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross with all its scorn? |
| 16455 | 3 We are his people, we his care-- Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name? |
| 16455 | 3 What, though thou rulest not? |
| 16455 | 3 When faith is weak, and courage fails, When grief or doubt our soul assails, Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer? |
| 16455 | 3 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest? |
| 16455 | 3 When shall the sov''reign grace Of my forgiving God Restore me from those dangerous ways My wand''ring feet have trod? |
| 16455 | 3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white, Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | 3 Who is life in life to me? |
| 16455 | 3 Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus? |
| 16455 | 3 Why bend these Eastern sages To one of lowly birth? |
| 16455 | 3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? |
| 16455 | 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? |
| 16455 | 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? |
| 16455 | 3 Would you have your cares grow light? |
| 16455 | 322 How Can I but Love Him? |
| 16455 | 4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care? |
| 16455 | 4 Are you troubled at the tho''t of dying? |
| 16455 | 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine? |
| 16455 | 4 Grieving, would you comfort know? |
| 16455 | 4 How far may we go on to sin? |
| 16455 | 4 Jesus, we look to thee;-- Where else can sinners go? |
| 16455 | 4 Lives again our glorious King: Where, O death, is now thy sting? |
| 16455 | 4 The graves of all the saints be blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head? |
| 16455 | 4 When will my pilgrimage be done, The world''s long week be o''er, That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more? |
| 16455 | 4 Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus, Down thro''the Jordan''s rolling tide? |
| 16455 | 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? |
| 16455 | 4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air? |
| 16455 | 421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning? |
| 16455 | 422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching? |
| 16455 | 5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, Long been slighting, grieving thee? |
| 16455 | 5 When I see, in spring- tide gay, Fields their varied tints display, Wakes the thrilling thought in me, What must their Creator be? |
| 16455 | 5 Would you strength in weakness have? |
| 16455 | 6 That blest moment I received him, Filled my soul with joy and peace: Love I much? |
| 16455 | A fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood? |
| 16455 | Ah, who that loves can love enough? |
| 16455 | And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | And did my Sovereign die? |
| 16455 | And does thy cup with love o''erflow? |
| 16455 | And drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love? |
| 16455 | And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? |
| 16455 | And what for him will ye not do? |
| 16455 | And why are my winters so long? |
| 16455 | And why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove? |
| 16455 | And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in? |
| 16455 | Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow''r? |
| 16455 | Are you anxious what shall be to- morrow? |
| 16455 | Are you ever waiting For your Lord''s returning? |
| 16455 | Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour? |
| 16455 | Are you grieving over joys departed? |
| 16455 | Are you pressing onward, With Christ''s faithful vanguard, In the safe and narrow way? |
| 16455 | Are you ready? |
| 16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | Are you watching day by day? |
| 16455 | Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? |
| 16455 | Art thou ready-- ready now? |
| 16455 | Before I drew my breath? |
| 16455 | But love him, but love him? |
| 16455 | By thy sighs and tears unmoved? |
| 16455 | Can my God his wrath forbear? |
| 16455 | Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? |
| 16455 | Cho.--Are you ready? |
| 16455 | Cho.--Are you washed in the blood, In the soul- cleansing blood of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | Cho.--Is my name written there? |
| 16455 | Cho.--Is not this land of Beulah, Blessed, blessed land of light? |
| 16455 | Cho.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning? |
| 16455 | Cho.--Why not? |
| 16455 | Crucify your Lord again? |
| 16455 | D._ Sinners, Turn!_ Sinners, turn; why will ye die? |
| 16455 | D._ The Future in God''s Hands._ Oh, I often sit and ponder, When the sun is sinking low, Where shall yonder future find me? |
| 16455 | D._ The Joyful Prospect._ Oh, when shall I see Jesus, And reign with him above? |
| 16455 | Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? |
| 16455 | Do we seek to do our best? |
| 16455 | Do you hear the accents falling? |
| 16455 | Do you note his rising pow''r, Growing bolder ev''ry hour? |
| 16455 | Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? |
| 16455 | Does but God in heaven know? |
| 16455 | Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill My Savior''s voice to hear? |
| 16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Humble be when blessings flow? |
| 16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; See a light beyond the grave? |
| 16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you know God''s peace within? |
| 16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you know his pow''r to save? |
| 16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you songs have in the night? |
| 16455 | Follow Jesus now? |
| 16455 | For Christ''s coming kingdom are you sighing? |
| 16455 | Francis Baker(? |
| 16455 | God, your Maker, asks you why? |
| 16455 | God, your Savior, asks you why? |
| 16455 | God; the Spirit, asks you why? |
| 16455 | Has the world my heart been keeping? |
| 16455 | Hast thou received them all? |
| 16455 | Have thy foes been proud and scornful? |
| 16455 | Have thy friends unfaithful proved? |
| 16455 | Have you sins that to man''s eye are hidden? |
| 16455 | He will-- the very friend you need; The Friend of sinners? |
| 16455 | He, whose word can not be broken, Formed thee for his own abode; On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? |
| 16455 | Hear you not the children''s cry? |
| 16455 | How can I, Lord, the anguish see, Beneath which thou didst fall? |
| 16455 | How long will God forbear? |
| 16455 | How will it fare with thee and me When the King comes in? |
| 16455 | If sin is your burden, why will you not come? |
| 16455 | In the book of thy kingdom, Is my name written there? |
| 16455 | In the book of thy kingdom, With its pages so fair, Tell me, Jesus, my Savior, Is my name written there? |
| 16455 | Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray? |
| 16455 | Is there trouble anywhere? |
| 16455 | Is this dark world fairer For your cheering ray? |
| 16455 | Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? |
| 16455 | Is your beacon lighted, Guiding souls benighted To the land of perfect day? |
| 16455 | Love I much? |
| 16455 | Mark you not the mother''s sigh? |
| 16455 | Martin Madan(? |
| 16455 | May not a sinner trust in thee? |
| 16455 | Me, the chief of sinners, spare? |
| 16455 | Must I not stem the flood? |
| 16455 | My Redeemer''s tenderness; Love I much? |
| 16455 | O ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye forever die? |
| 16455 | Of his joy a sharer? |
| 16455 | Of one who reigned in heaven, And now on earth would dwell? |
| 16455 | Oh, who, like thee, did ever go So patient through a world of woe? |
| 16455 | Oh, why not accept his salvation, And throw off thy burden of sin? |
| 16455 | On the page white and fair? |
| 16455 | Once he died our souls to save: Where''s thy victory, boasting grave? |
| 16455 | Or feel at death dismay? |
| 16455 | Or love a faithless, evil world That wreathed his brow with thorn? |
| 16455 | Or who that tries the unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end? |
| 16455 | Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? |
| 16455 | P.M._ Christ''s Crucifixion._ Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior, Saw ye my Savior and God? |
| 16455 | P.M._ Delay Deplored._ Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus? |
| 16455 | P.M._ Immediate Decision._ Why do you wait, dear brother, Oh, why do you tarry so long? |
| 16455 | P.M._ Moral Reforms._ Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier, While the foe is spreading woe thro''the land? |
| 16455 | P.M._ Resting in Christ''s Merits._ Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow''r? |
| 16455 | P.M._ The Source of Peace._ Would you lose your load of sin? |
| 16455 | P.M._ The Sympathizing Friend._ Are you weary, are you heavy- hearted? |
| 16455 | P.M._ Waiting His Coming._ Are you Christ''s light bearer? |
| 16455 | Ready for the soul''s bright home? |
| 16455 | Ready should Death''s icy finger Lay its chill upon thy brow? |
| 16455 | Ref.--How can I but love him? |
| 16455 | Ref.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother? |
| 16455 | Ref.--Who''ll be the next? |
| 16455 | Renounce at length thy stubborn will; Thou would''st be saved, why not to- night? |
| 16455 | Say, will he find you and me still watching, Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come? |
| 16455 | See you not their loved ones die ev''ry hour? |
| 16455 | Shall I be among the free? |
| 16455 | Shall I be among the living? |
| 16455 | Shall I e''er see thy face? |
| 16455 | Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand? |
| 16455 | So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? |
| 16455 | Someone is ready, someone is waiting; Who''ll be the next a crown to wear? |
| 16455 | Those white- winged angels singing In such exultant strain? |
| 16455 | Thou would''st be saved, why not to- night? |
| 16455 | Thousands perish while you wait, While you counsel and debate; Heed you not their awful fate as they stray? |
| 16455 | Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? |
| 16455 | To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive? |
| 16455 | What art thou not to me? |
| 16455 | What awakes my lips to song? |
| 16455 | What means this heav''nly message Of love and peace on earth? |
| 16455 | What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise? |
| 16455 | What mortal verse can reach the theme? |
| 16455 | What need I now to fear? |
| 16455 | What the high reward I win? |
| 16455 | What this burst of strange delight? |
| 16455 | When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin? |
| 16455 | When shall I see my Father''s face, And in his bosom rest? |
| 16455 | When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? |
| 16455 | When shall these eyes thy heaven- built walls And pearly gates behold? |
| 16455 | When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven? |
| 16455 | Where does hope end, and where begin The confines of despair? |
| 16455 | Where is the soul- refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? |
| 16455 | Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? |
| 16455 | Who the death of death will be? |
| 16455 | Who will place me on his right With the countless hosts of light? |
| 16455 | Who''ll be the next the cross to bear? |
| 16455 | Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus now? |
| 16455 | Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus? |
| 16455 | Who''ll be the next to join with the ransomed, Singing upon the other side? |
| 16455 | Who''ll be the next to lay ev''ry burden Down at the Father''s mercy- seat? |
| 16455 | Who''ll be the next to praise his name? |
| 16455 | Who''ll be the next? |
| 16455 | Whose the name I glory in? |
| 16455 | Why not come to him now? |
| 16455 | Why not come to him now? |
| 16455 | Why not? |
| 16455 | Why, ye ransomed sinners, why Will ye slight his grace and die? |
| 16455 | Will he not our land devour while you stand? |
| 16455 | Will ye let him die in vain? |
| 16455 | Will ye not his grace receive? |
| 16455 | Will ye still refuse to live? |
| 16455 | Will you make the precious choice? |
| 16455 | Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright? |
| 16455 | Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? |
| 16455 | Ye wand''rers, come, Oh, ye benighted souls, Why longer roam? |
| 16455 | _ All Things Ready._( 469) Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh? |
| 16455 | _ Assurance._ Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? |
| 16455 | _ Decision._( 506) And can I yet delay My little all to give? |
| 16455 | _ For Me He Died._( 300) Are there no wounds for me? |
| 16455 | _ God''s Salvation Morning._ What means this glorious radiance Across Judea''s plain? |
| 16455 | _ Jesus a Joy._ Ask ye what great thing I know That delights and stirs me so? |
| 16455 | _ Meeting After Absence._( 996) And are we yet alive, And see each other''s face? |
| 16455 | _ Mourning with Hope._( 1066) Why should our tears in sorrow flow When God recalls his own, And bids them leave a world of woe, For an immortal crown? |
| 16455 | _ Pardon Penitently Implored._( 493) Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? |
| 16455 | _ Pleading for Acceptance._( 1114) When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, To take thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? |
| 16455 | _ Psalm 119._( 158) How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? |
| 16455 | _ Psalm 27._( 772) God is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear? |
| 16455 | _ Supreme Love to Christ._( 545) Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord? |
| 16455 | _ The Call Answered._ Do you hear the Savior calling, By the wooings of his voice? |
| 16455 | _ The Cross and the Crown._( 835) Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? |
| 16455 | _ The Judgment Day._( 1106) And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say? |
| 16455 | _ The Sacrifices of Warfare._( 751) Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? |
| 16455 | _ The Savior''s Tears._( 298) Did Christ o''er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? |
| 16455 | _ The Second Death._( 504) Oh, where shall rest be found-- Rest for the weary soul? |
| 16455 | _ We Are Confident._( 1067) Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death''s alarms? |
| 16455 | _"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me? |
| 16455 | and did my Savior bleed? |
| 16455 | and is thy table spread? |
| 16455 | and shall we ever live, At this poor dying rate? |
| 16455 | are you ready? |
| 16455 | are you ready? |
| 16455 | ask what thou wilt; Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee he spilt, What else can he withhold? |
| 16455 | can there be Mercy still reserved for me? |
| 16455 | how shall fallen man Be just before his God? |
| 16455 | how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? |
| 16455 | is not my case amazing? |
| 16455 | is there aught, from pole to pole, One moment to compare with this? |
| 16455 | praise the Lamb? |
| 16455 | thy church, with longing eyes For thine expected coming waits; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion''s gates? |
| 16455 | we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow; Oh, do not our suit disdain; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? |
| 16455 | what tongue can speak his fame? |
| 16455 | what touch is this that thrills me? |
| 16455 | what, if we are Christ''s, Is earthly shame or loss? |
| 16455 | where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? |
| 16455 | where is this mysterious bourne By which our path is crossed; Beyond which God himself hath sworn That he who goes is lost? |
| 16455 | whither shall I go? |
| 16455 | who Can tell what thou art worth? |
| 16455 | who against thy charms is proof? |
| 16455 | who then shall dare Resist his will, distrust his care, Or murmur at his wise decrees, Or doubt his royal promises? |
| 16455 | why not? |
| 16455 | why not? |
| 16455 | why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? |
| 16455 | will ye fold your Faith- clad arms in lazy lock? |