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| Song Book.
The Seeman Printery,
Durhan, N. C.
This Book of SONGS AND HYMNS
has been arranged by Miss Inez Wooten,
Supervisor of Music in the Durham City
Schools, for use in the Devotional Exer-
cises of these Schools.
W. D. CARMICHAEL,
Superintendent.
Durham, N. C.,
December 21, 1908.
Durham City School Song Book.
DOXOLOGY.
Thos. Ken.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him, above, ye heavenly hosts;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
ALL HAIL THE POWER.
HE. Perronet. Oliver Holden, 1792.
All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all;
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Oh, that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.
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THERE SHALL BE SHOWERS OF BLESSING.
Hl. Nathan. James McGranahan.
“There shall be showers of blessing”:
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Saviour above.
CHORUS:
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need;
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.
“There shall be showers of blessing :”
Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance of rain.
WHITER THAN SNOW.
James Nicholson. Wm. G. Fisher.
Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever to live in my soul;
Break down every idol, cast out every foe;
Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow,
CHORUS:
Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;
Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.
Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies
And help us to make a complete sacrifice,
I give up myself and whatever I know,
Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.
WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED.
N. Tate. G. F. Handel.
While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around,
And glory shone around.
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“Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread,
Had seized their troubled mind,
“Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
To you and all mankind,
To you and all mankind.”
“To you, in David’s town, this day,
Is born of David’s line,
The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord,
And this shall be the sign;
And this shall be the sign.”
WILL JESUS FIND US WATCHING?
Fanny J. Crosby. W. H. Doane.
When Jesus comes to reward His servants,
Whether it be noon or night,
Faithful to Him will He find us watching,
- With our lamps all trimmed and bright?
REFRAIN :
Oh, can we say we are ready, brother?
Ready for the soul’s bright home?
Say, will He find you and me still watching,
Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come?
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?”
CHRISTMAS CAROL.
Herbert Griggs.
Away in a manger,
No erib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus,
Lay down His sweet head,
The stars in the sky,
Looked down where He lay.
The little Lord Jesus,
Asleep in the hay.
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The cattle are lowing,
The poor baby wakes;
But little Lord Jesus,
No erying He makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus,
Look down from the sky,
And stay by my Side,
Till the daylight is nigh.
FOLSOM.
. Johann C. W. A. Mozart.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid;
Star of the Past, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall,
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Chosen of God, the redeemer of all.
GOTTSCHALK.
Lord, before Thy presence come,
Bow we down with holy fear:
Call our erring footsteps home,
Let us feel that Thou art near.
Wand’ring thoughts and languid powers,
Come not where devotion kneels;
Let the soul expound her stores,
Glowing with the joy she feels.
HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING.
Charles Wesley. Mendelssohn,
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.”
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Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With the angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem.”
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored;
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see;
Hail the incarnate Diety:
Pleased, as man, with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King!
THE PRECIOUS NAME.
Mrs. Lydia Baster. W. H. Doane, by Per.
Take the name of Jesus with you,
Child of sorrow and of woe,
It will joy and comfort give you,
Take it then where’er you go.
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Precious name, O how sweet.
Hope of earth and joy of heaven,
Precious name, O how sweet,
Hope of earth and joy of ‘heaven.
Take the name of Jesus ever,
As a shield from every snare,
If temptations round you gather,
Breathe that holy name in prayer.
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ONLY AN ARMOUR-BEARER.
POP BUSS: P. P. Bliss, by Per:
Only an armour-bearer, proudly I stand,
Waiting to follow at the King’s command;
Marching if “onward” shall the order be,
Standing by my Captain, serving faithfully.
CHORUS:
Hear ye the battle cry! “Forward,” the call!
See! see the falt’ring ones! backward they fall.
Surely the Captain may depend on me,
Though but an armour-bearer I may be,
Surely the Captain may depend on me,
Though but an armour-bearer I may be.
Only an armour-bearer, now in the field,
Guarding a shining helmet, Sword and shield,
Waiting to hear the thrilling battle cry,
Ready then to answer, “Master, here am I.”
HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION.
G. Keith. M. Portogallo.
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord!
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge hath fled?
“Fear not, I am with Thee, oh be not dismayed,
For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid;
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to
stand
Upheld by My gracious, omnipotent hand.”
JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL.
Charles Wesley. Joseph P. Holbrook, by Per.
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters rolls,
While the tempest still is high;
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Hide me, oh my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my thelpless soul on Thee;
Leave, oh, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring,
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
COME THOU ALMIGHTY KING.
Charles Wesley. Felice Glardini.
Come, Thou Almighty King,
Help us Thy name to sing;
Help us to praise:
Father all glorious,
O’er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of Days!
Come, Thou incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword;
Our prayers attend:
Come and Thy people bless,
And give Thy word success:
Spirit of Holiness,
On us descend.
JESUS LOVES ME!
Anna B. Warner. William B. Bradbury.
Jesus loves me this I know,
For the Bible tells me so:
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak, but He is strong.
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CHORUS:
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.
Jesus from His home on high,
Came into this world to die;
That I might from sin be free,
Bled and died upon the tree.
I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY.
Miss Kate Hankey, 1867. W. G. Fischer, by Per.
I love to tell the Story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love!
I love to tell the Story;
Because I know it’s true;
It satisfies my longing,
As nothing else would do.
CHORUS:
I love to tell the Story!
"Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the Old, Old Story
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the Story!
More wonderful it seems,
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the Story!
It did so much for me!
And that is just the reason,
I tell it now to thee.
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WORK, FOR THE NIGHT IS COMING.
Annie L. Walker. Dr. Lowell Mason.
Rev.
Work, for the night is coming,
Work thro’ the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work mid springing flowers;
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man’s work is done.
Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon,
Give every flying minute,
Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.
SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER.
W. W. Walford. Wm. B. Bradbury.
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at the Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known:
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
: And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. :||
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness,
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word, and trust His grace,
:Vll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!:||
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MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE.
Ray Palmer, D. D. Dr. Lowell Mason.
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour Divine!
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
Oh, let me from this day
Be wholly Thine!
May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm and changeless be
A living fire!
FADING, STILL FADING.
Fading, still fading the last beam is shining,
Father in heaven the day is declining,
Thine is the darkness, as Thine is the light,
We trust Thee by day as we trust Thee by night,
From the fall of the shade till the morning bells
chime,
Shield us from danger and guard us from crime.
Father of Mercy, Father of Mercy,
Father of Mercy, O hear Thou our prayer.
Father in Heaven, O hear when we call,
Thou the Protector and Saviour of all,
Fainting and feeble we trust in Thy might,
In doubting and darkness Thy love be our light;
Let us sleep on Thy breast while the night taper
burns
And wake in Thine arms when the morning returns,
Father of Mercy, Father of Mercy,
Father of Mercy, O hear Thou our prayer.
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CREATION.
Hadyn.
The spacious firmament on ‘high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim,
The unwearied sun from day to day,
Does his Creator’s power display,
And publishes to every land,
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth,
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from poll to poll.
JOY TO THE WORLD.
I. Watts. Geo. F. Handel.
Joy to the world! the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And ‘heaven and nature sing,
And heaven and nature sing,
And heaven, and heaven and nature sing.
Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns;
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.
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IS MY NAME WRITTEN THERE?
Mrs. Mary A. Kidder. Frank M. Davis, by Per.
Lord, I care not for riches,
Neither silver nor gold;
I would make sure of heaven,
I would enter the fold.
In the book of Thy Kingdom,
With its pages so fair,
Tell me, Jesus, my Saviour,
Is my name written there?
CHORUS:
Is my name written there,
On the page white and fair?
In the book of Thy Kingdom,
Is my name written there?
Lord, my Sins they are many,
Like the sands of the sea,
But Thy blood, oh, my Saviour,
Is sufficient for me;
For Thy promise is written,
In bright letters that glow,
“Tho’ your sins be as scarlet,
I will make them like snow.”
LET THE SAVIOUR IN!
J. B. Atchison. _ H. O. Haeell, by Per.
There’s a stranger at the door;
Let Him in!
He has been there oft before;
Let Him in!
Let Him in ere He is gone;
Let Him in, the Holy One,
Jesus Christ, the Father’s Son:
Let Him in!
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Open now to Him your theart;
Let Him in!
If you wait He will depart;
Let Him in!
Let Him in; He is your Friend;
And your soul He will defend,
He will keep you to the end;
Let Him in!
Hear you now His loving voice?
Let Him in!
Now, oh, now make Him your choice;
Let Him in!
He is standing at your door,
Joy to you He will restore,
And His name you will adore,
Let Him in!
TAKE ME AS I AM.
Hliza H. Hamilton. Ira D. Sankey.
Jesus, my Lord, to Thee I cry;
Unless Thou help me I must die:
Oh, bring Thy free salvation nigh,
And take me as I am.
CHORUS:
And take me as I am.
And take me as I am.
My only plea—Christ died for me!
Oh, take me as I am.
Helpless I am, and full of guilt;
But yet for me Thy blood was spilt,
And Thou canst make me what Thou wilt,
And take me as I am.
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WHEN THE MISTS HAVE ROLLED AWAY.
Annie Herbert. Arr. Ira D. Sankey.
When the mists have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills,
And the sunlight fall in gladness
On the river and the rills,
We recall our Father’s promise
In the rainbow of the spray:
We shall know each other better :
When the mists have rolled away.
CHORUS:
We shall know as we are known,
Never more to walk alone,
In the dawning of the morning,
Of that bright and happy day:
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away.
Oft we tread the path before us
Wtih a weary burdened heart;
Oft we toil amid the shadows,
And our fields are far apart:
But the Saviour’s “Come, ye blessed”
All our labor will repay,
When we gather in the morning
Where the mists have rolled away.
HIDE ME.
F. J. Crosby. W. H. Doane.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide me
In Thy holy place;
Resting there beneath Thy glory,
O let me see Thy face.
REFRAIN :
Hide me, hide me,
O blessed Saviour, hide me;
O Saviour keep me
Safely, O Lord, with Thee.
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Hide me when the storm is raging
O’er life’s troubled sea;
Like a dove on ocean’s billows,
O let me fly to Thee.
VICTORY THROUGH GRACE.
S. Martin. John R. Sweney.
Conquering now and still to conquer,
Rideth a King in His might,
Leading the host of all the faithful
Into the midst of the fight;
See them with courage advancing,
Clad in their brilliant array
Shouting the name of their leader,
Hear them exultingly say:
CHORUS:
“Not to the strong is the battle,
Not to the swift is the race,
But to the true and the faithful
Victory is promised through grace.”
Conquering now and still to conquer:
Who is this wonderful King?
Whence all the armies which He leadeth,
While of His glory they sing?
He is our Lord and Redeemer,
Saviour and Monarch divine,
They are the stars that forever
Bright in His kingdom will shine.
LEAD MBE, SAVIOUR.
F. D. M. Frank M. Davis.
Saviour, lead me, lest I stray,
Gently lead me all the way;
I am safe when by Thy side,
I would in Thy love abide.
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CHORUS:
Lead me, lead me,
Saviour, lead me lest I stray;
Gently down the stream of time,
Lead me, Saviour, all the way.
Thou, the refuge of my soul,
When life’s stormy billows roll,
JT am safe when Thou art nigh,.
On Thy mercy I rely.
KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE.
Kind words can never die,
Cherished and blest;
God knows how deep they lie
Stored in the breast:
Like childhood’s simple rhymes,
Said o’er a thousand times,
Ay, in all years and climes,
Distant and near.
Kind words can never die,
Never die, never die,
Kind words can never die,
No never die.
Sweet tho’ts can never die,
Tho’ like the flow’rs,
Their brightest hues may fly,
In wintry hours; —
But when the gentle dew
Gives them their charms anew,
With many an added hue
They bloom again.
Sweet tho’ts can never die,
Never die, never die,
Sweet tho’ts can never die,
No never die.
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THE CHILD OF A KING!
Hattie E. Buell. John B. Sumner, Arr.
My Father is rich in houses and lands,
He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands!
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full—He has riches untold.
CHORUS:
Vm the child of a King!
The child of a King!
With Jesus my Saviour,
I’m the child of a King!
My Father’s own Son, the Saviour of men,
Once wandered o’er earth as the poorest of them;
But now He is reigning forever on high,
And will give me a/home in Heaven by and by.
PRAISE HIM! PRAISE HIM!
Fanny J. Crosby. Chester G. Allen.
Praise Him! praise Him!
Jesus, our blessed Redeemer !
Sing, O earth—His wonderful love proclaim!
Hail Him! hail Him! highest arch-angels in glory;
Strength and honor give to His holy name!
Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children,
In ‘this arms He carries them all day long;
Praise Him! praise Him! tell of His excellent great-
ness,
Praise Him! praise Him! Ever in joyful song!
Praise Him! praise Him!
Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!
For our sins He suffered, and bled and died;
He our rock, our hope of eternal salvation,
Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus, the crucified.
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Sound His praises, Jesus, who bore our sorrows,
Love unbounded, wonderful deep and strong;
Praise Him! praise Him! tell of His excellent great-
ness,
Praise Him! praise Him! Ever in joyful song!
ARE YOU COMING HOME TONIGHT?
James McGranahan, by Per.
Are you coming home, ye wand’rers,
Whom Jesus died to win,
All foostore, lame and weary,
Your garments stained with sin;
Will you.seek the blood of Jesus
To wash your garments white;
Will you trust His precious promise,
Are you coming home tonight?
CHORUS:
Are you coming Home tonight?
Are you coming Home tonight?
Are you coming Home to Jesus,
Out of Darkness into light?
Are you coming Home tonight?
Are you coming Home tonight?
To your loving heav’nly Father,
Are you coming Home tonight?
Are you coming Home, ye lost ones?
Behold your Lord doth wait:
Come, then no longer linger,
Come ere it be too late;
Will you come and let Him save you,
O trust His love and might;
Will you come while He is calling,
Are you coming Home tonight?
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HOLY! HOLY! LORD GOD ALMIGHTY!
Reginald Heber, D. D. Rev. John B. Dykes.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty!
Harly in the morning our song shall rise to Thee!
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!
Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy
Sea;
Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before Thee,
Which wert and art, and evermore shall be.
SCATTER SEEDS OF KINDNESS.
Mrs. Albert Smith. S. J. Vail, by Per.
Let us gather up the sunbeams,
Lying all around our path;
Let us keep the ‘wheat and roses,
Casting out the thorns and chaff,
Let us find our sweetest comfort,
In the blessings of today,
With a patient hand removing
All the briers from the way.
CHORUS:
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
For our reaping by and by.
Strange we never prize the music
Till the sweet-voiced bird has flown!
Strange that we should slight the violets
Till the lovely flowers are gone!
Strange that summer skies and sunshine
Never seem one-half so fair,
As when winter’s snowy pinions
Shake the white down in the air.
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TRUE-HEARTED, WHOLE-HHEARTED.
Frances R. Havergal. George C. Stebbins.
True-hearted, whole-hearted, faithful and loyal,
King of our lives, by Thy grace we will be;
Under the standard exalted and royal,
Strong in Thy strength we will battle for Thee. —
CHORUS:
Peal out the watchword! silence it never! —
Song of our spirits, rejoicing and free;
Peal out the watchword! loyal forever!
King of our lives by Thy grace we will be.
True-hearted, whole-hearted, fullest allegiance
Yielding henceforth to our glorious King;
Valiant endeavor and loving obedience,
Freely and joyously now would we bring.
HAPPY DAY.
P. Doddridge. From EE. F. Rimbault.
O happy day that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.
CHORUS:
Happy day, happy day,
~ When Jesus washed my sins away;
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And live rejoicing every day,
Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus washed my sins away.
O happy bond that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my love;
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.
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I AM THINHE, O LORD.
F. J. Crosby. W. H. Doane.
I am Thine, O Lord, I have ‘heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith,
And be closer drawn to Thee.
CHORUS:
Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,
To Thy precious bleeding side.
Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By Thy power of grace divine,
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.
WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS.
Joseph Scriven, Alt. Charles C. Converse, by Per.
What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear;
What a privilege to carry
Hverything to God in prayer.
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in Prayer.
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
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CRADLE HYMN.
J. J. Rousseau.
Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed,
Heav’nly blessings without number,
Gently falling on thy head,
How much better thou’rt attended,
Than the Son of God could be;
When from heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee.
Soft and easy is thy cradle,
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay:
When His birth-place was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay,
Oh, to tell the wondrous story,
How to earth came our great King;
How became the Lord of glory,
Makes me love Him while I sing.
SAVIOUR, LIKE A SHEPHERD.
Dorothy A. Thrupp. Wm. B. Bradbury.
Saviour, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tenderest care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy folds prepare.
Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast bought us Thine we are;
Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast bought us Thine we are.
We are Thine, do Thou befriend us,
Be the Guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray.
Blessed Jesus, Blesed Jesus,
Hear, O hear us when we pray.
Blessed Jesus, Blesed Jesus,
Hear, O hear us when we pray.
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STAND UP FOR JESUS.
G. Duffield. C. J. Webb.
Stand up! Stand up for Jesus!
Ye soldiers of the cross;
Lift high His royal banner,
It must not suffer loss:
From victory unto victory
His army shall He lead,
Till every foe is vanquished,
And Christ is Lord indeed.
Stand up! Stand up for Jesus!
The trumpet call obey;
Forth to the mighty conflict,
In this His glorious day:
“Ye that are men, now serve Him”
Against unnumbered foes;
Let courage rise with danger,
And strength to strength oppose.
I NEED THEPH EVERY HOUR.
Annie S. Hawks. Robert Lowry.
I need Thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine
Can peace afford.
CHORUS:
I need Thee, Oh! I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour!
I come to Thee.
I need Thee every hour;
Stay Thou near by;
Temptations lose their power,
When Thou art nigh.
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NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE.
Sarah F. Adams. ° Dr. Lowell Mason.
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee;
H’en tnough it be a Cross
That raiseth me.
Still all my songs shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Tho’ like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I’d be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
MY COUNTRY, ’TIS OF THEE!
Smith. Carey
My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing. |
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim’s pride;
From every mountain side,
Let Freedom ring.
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
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Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees,
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake.
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our father’s God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.
CAROLINA! CAROLINA!
Carolina! Carolina! Heaven’s blessings attend her!
While we live we will cherish, protect and defend
‘her ;
Tho’ the scorner may sneer at and witlings defame
her,
Our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name
her.
CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! The Old North State forever ;
Hurrah! Hurrah! The good Old North State.
Tho’ she envies not others their merited glory!
Say, whose name stands the foremost in Liberty’s
story!
Tho’ too true to herself e’er to crouch to oppression,
None can yield to just rule a more loyal submission.
Then let all those who love us, love the land that we
live in, .
As happy a region as on this side of Heaven,
When plenty and freedom, love and peace smile be-
fore us,
Raise aloud, raise together, the heart-thrilling chorus!
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HO! FOR CAROLINA!
Let no heart in sorrow weep for other days,
Let no idle dreamer tell in melting lays,
Of the merry meetings in the leafy bowers ;
For there is no land on earth like this fair land of
ours!
CHORUS:
Ho! for Carolina! that’s the land for me,
In her happy borders roam the brave and free,
And her bright-eyed daughters, none can fairer be;
Oh, it is the land of love and sweet liberty !
Come to Carolina in the summer time,
When her lucious fruits are hanging in their prime
And the maidens singing in their leafy bowers;
Oh! there is no land on earth like this fair land of
ours!
Down in Carolina grows the lofty pine,
And her groves and forests bear the scented vine;
Here are peaceful homes, too, nestling ’mid. the
flowers.
Oh! there is no land on earth like this fair land of
ours.
MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND!
The despot’s heel is on thy shore,
Maryland, my Maryland!
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Avenge the patriotic gore
That fieck’d the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle queen of yore,
Maryland, my Maryland!
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Hark to a wandering son’s appeal,
Maryland, my Maryland!
My Mother State, to thee I kneel,
Maryland, my Maryland!
For life and death for woe and weal,
Thy peerless chivalry reveal,
And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel,
Maryland, my Maryland!
THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG.
We are a band of brothers and native to the soil,
Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil;
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose
near and far,
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single
star!
CHORUS:
Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single
star!
Then here’s to our Confederacy, strong we are and
brave,
Like patriots of old we’ll fight, our heritage to save;
And rather than submit to shame, to die we would
prefer ;
So cheer for the Bonnie Blue Fag that bears a single
star!
HAIL, COLUMBIA.
Hail, Columbia, happy land,
Hail! ye heroes, heaven-born band,
Who fought and bled in freedom’s cause,
Who fought and bled in freedom’s cause,
And when the storm of war was gone
Hnjoyed the peace your valor won.
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Let independence be our boast
Ever mindful what it cost,
Ever grateful for the prize;
Let its altar reach the skies.
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Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round our liberty.
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Immortal patriots, rise once more,
Defend your rights, defend your shore,
Let no rude foe with impious hands,
Let no rude foe with impious hands,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies
Of toil and blood the well-earned prize.
While offering peace sincere and just
In heaven we place a manly trust
That truth and justice will prevail
And every scheme of bondage fail.
THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.
Francis Scott Key. Samuel Arnold.
Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last
gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro’ the perilous
fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly
streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still
there;
Oh! say, does the ates Spangled Banner still wave
O’er the land of the free and the ‘home of the brave?
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On the shore, dimly seen thro’ the mist of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence
reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream ;
‘Tis the Star-Spangled Banner, Oh! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave,
COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN.
D. T. Shaw.
O Columbia! the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patroit’s devotion,
A world offers homage to thee;
Thy mandates make heroes assemble,
When Liberty’s form stands in view;
The banners make tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white, and blue,
When borne by the red, white, and blue,
When borne by the red, white, and blue,
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,
When borne by the red, white, and blue.
When war winged its wide desolation,
And threatened the land to deform,
The ark then of freedom’s foundation,
Columbia rode safe thro’ the storm,
With her garlands of victory around her,
When so proudly she bore her brave crew;
With her flag proudly floating before her,
The boast of the red, white, and blue,
The boast of the red, white, and blue,
The boast of the red, white, and blue,
With her flag proudly floating before her,
The boast of the red, white, and blue.
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DIXIE LAND.
Dan D. Emmett.
I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Old time dar am not forgotten,
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.
In Dixie land whar I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin’,
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.
CHORUS:
Den—lI wish I was in Dixie,
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I’ll take my stand,
To lib an’ die in Dixie,
Away! Away! Away down South in Dixie.
Away! Away! Away down South in Dixie.
Old Missus marry Will de weaber,
William was a gay deceaber,
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.
But when he put this arm around her,
He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder,
Look away! Look away!
Look away! Dixie Land.
TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP!
Gah Geo. F. Roots
In the prison cell I sit,
Thinking, Mother, dear, of you,
And our bright and happy home so far away;
And the tears they fill my eyes,
Spite of all that I can do,
Though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.
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CHORUS:
Tramp! tramp! tramp! the boys are marching,
Cheer up, comrades, they will come,
And beneath the starry flag
We shall breathe the air again
Of the freedom in our own beloved home.
In the battle front we stood
When their fiercest charge they made,
And they swept us off, a hundred men or more;
And before we reached their line
They were beaten back, dismayed,
And we heard the cry of victory o’er and o’er!
THE WATCH ON THE RHINE.
Max Schneckenberger. Wilhelm.
A peal like thunder calls the brave,
With clash of sword and sound of wave,
The Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine!
Who will now guard the river’s line?
CHORUS:
Dear Fatherland, no fear be thine,
Dear Fatherland, no fear be thine,
Firm stands the guard along, along the Rhine,
Firm stands the guard along the German Rhine!
A hundred thousand hearts beat high,
The answer flames from every eye;
The German youth devoted stand
To shield the holy border land.
RUSSIAN NATIONAL AIR.
Alexia Lvoff, 1799-1780.
God, the All-terrible!
King, who ordainest,
Great winds Thy clarions, the lightnings Thy sword;
Show forth Thy pity on high where Thou reignest;
Give to us peace in our time, O Lord! :
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God the All-merciful!
HKarth hath forsaken
The way of blessedness, slighted Thy word ;
Bid not Thy wrath in its terrors awaken;
Give to us peace in our time, O Lord!
AUSTRIAN NATIONAL HYMN.
A. J. Foxeill. Francis Joseph Haydn.
Land of greatness!
Home of Glory!
Mighty birthplace of the free!
Famed alike in song and story!
All thy sons shall honor thee.
North and South are firmly banded,
East and West as one unite;
All by honor well commanded,
Strong in striving for the right.
Noble deeds of old inspiring,
Every heart with lofty aim,
Now our emulations firing,
Lead us on to greater fame.
So shall love and truth unshaken,
Sturdy courage honest worth,
Mighty echoes still awaken,
To the farthest bounds of earth,
Mighty echoes still awaken
To the farthest bounds of earth.
THE BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND.
O where, and O where is your Highland laddie gone?
O where, and O where is your Highland laddie gone?
He’s gone to fight the foe for King George upon the
throne ;
And it’s oh! in my heart, how I wish him safe at
home!
Sone Book. 35
O where, and O where does your Highland laddie
dwell?
O where, and O where does your Highland laddie
dwell?
He dwelt in merry Scotland at the sign of the Blue
Bell ;
And it’s oh! in my heart that I love my laddie well.
What clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie
What ant in what clothes is your Highland laddie
His pret Saxon green, and his waist-coat is of
Feet seat th my heart that I love my Highland lad,
MARSEILLAISE HYMN.
Rouget De Lisle.
Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark, hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary:
Behold their tears, and hear their cries,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants mischief breeding,
With hireling ‘hosts, a ruffian band,
Afright and desolate the land,
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
The avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On victory or death!
With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile, insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst for power and gold unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air,
To mete and vend the light and air,
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Like beasts of burden they would load us,
Like gods would bid their slaves adore;
But man is man, and who is more?
Then shall they no longer lash and goad us?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND.
Walter Kittredge.
We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home,
And friends we love so dear.
CHORUS:
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
Wishing for the war to cease,
Many are the hearts looking for the right,
To see the dawn of peace,
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight,
Tenting on the old camp ground.
We've been tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
Thinking of the days gone by,
Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand,
And the tear that said “good-bye!”
SWEET AND LOW.
Alfred Tennyson. J. Barnby.
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea;
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea;
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon and blow,
Blow him again to me,
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.
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Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to you soon;
Rest, rest, on mother’s breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest.
Silver sails out of the west,
Under the silver moon,
Sleep my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep.
THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET.
Samuel Woodworth.
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew:
The wide spreading pond, and the mill that stood by
The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it,
And e’en the rude bucket that hung in the well.
CHORUS:
The old oaken bucket,
The iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket,
That hung in the well.
AULD LANG SYNE.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot.
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne;
We'll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
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We twa th’e run aboot the braes
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wandered mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne.
HOME AGAIN,
Marshall 8. Pike.
Home again, home again,
From a foreign shore!
And oh, it fills my soul with joy,
To meet my friends once more.
Here I dropped the parting tear,
To cross the ocean’s foam,
But now I’m once again with those
Who kindly greet me home.
Happy hearts, happy hearts,
With mine have laughed in glee,
And oh, the friends I loved-in youth,
Seem happier to me;
And if my guide should be the fate,
‘Which bids me longer roam,
But death alone can break the tie
That binds my heart to home.
FLOW GENTLY, SWHET AFTON.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
Sweet Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds from the hill,
Ye wild wistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell,
Thou green-crested lap-wing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills!
There daily I wander as morn rises high.
My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye.
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How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow!
There oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
JUANITA.
Soft o’er the fountain,
Ling’ring falls the Southern moon;.
Far o’er the mountain
Breaks the day too soon!
In thy dark eye’s splendor,
Where the warm light loves to dwell,
Weary looks, yet tender,
Speak their fond farewell.
CHORUS:
Nita! Juanita!
Ask thy soul if we should part!
Nita! Juanita!
Lean thou on my heart.
When in thy dreaming,
Moons like these shall shine again,
And daylight beaming,
Proves thy dreams are vain,
Wilt thou not, relenting,
For thine absent lover sigh,
In thy heart consenting
To a pray’r gone by?
OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
Stephen C. Foster.
"Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far, far away,
Dere’s wha my heart is turning ever,
Dere’s wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.
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CHORUS:
All de world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam,
Oh! Darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.
All roun’ de little farm I wandered,
When I was young,
Den many happy days I squander’d,
Many de songs I sung.
When I was playing with my brother,
Happy was I,
Oh! take me to my kind old mother,
There let me live and die.
MASSA’S IN DE COLD GROUND.
Words and Music by Stephen Foster.
Round de meadows am a ringing
De darkey’s mournful song,
While de mocking-birds am singing,
Happy as de day am long;
Where de ivory am a creeping
O’er de grassy mound
Dere old massa am a Sleeping,
Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.
CHORUS:
Down in de cornfield,
Hear dat mournful sound,
All de darkies am a weeping,
Massa’s in de cold, cold ground.
When the autmn leaves were falling,
When de days were cold,
’Twas hard to hear old massa calling,
Cayse he was so weak and old;
Now de orange tree am blooming
On de sandy shore,
Now de summer days am coming,
Massa nebber calls no more.
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OLD BLACK JOE.
Stephen C. Foster.
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friend from the cotton fields away,
Gone from the earth to a better land, I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling, “Old Black Joe.’
I’m coming, I’m coming,
For my head is bending low;
I hear those gentle voices calling, “Old Black Joe!”
Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,
Grieving for the forms now departed long ago?
I hear their gentle voices calling, “O'd Black Joe!’
MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME, GOOD-NIGHT.
Stephen C. Foster.
~The sun shines bright in my old Kentucky home,
"Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
The corn-top’s ripe and the meadow’s in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day;
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright,
By nby Hard Times comes a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good-night!
CHORUS:
Weep no more, my: lady,
Oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucky Home far away.
They hunt no more for the ’possum and the coon,
. On the meadow, the hill, and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
: On the bench by the little cabin door:
The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight ;
“The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good-night!
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ANNIE LAURIE.
Scotch Folk Song. Arr. by Edward J. A. Zeiner.
Maxwelton’s banks are bonnie,
Where early fa’s the dew,
And ’twas there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true,
Gave me her promise true,
Which ne’e forgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I’d lay me down and dee.
Her brow is like the snow-drift,
Her throat is like the swan;
Her face it is the fairest
That e’er the sun shone on,
That e’er the sun shone on,
And dark blue is her e’e,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I’d lay me down and dee.
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