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I love to sing

Author: Bethune Hymnal: LM1867 #105 (1867) First Line: I love to sing when I am glad Lyrics: 1 I love to sing when I am glad, Song is the echo of my gladness; I love to sing when I am sad, Till song makes sweet my very sadness; 'Tis pleasant time, when voices shine, To some sweet rhyme, in concert only; And song to me is company, Good company when I am lonely. 2 Whene'er I greet the morning light, My song goes forth in thankful numbers, And 'mid the shadows of the night, I sing me to my welcome slumbers, My heart is stirred by each glad bird, Whose notes are heard in summer bowers; And song gives birth to friendly mirth, Around the hearth in wintry hours. 3 Man first learned song in Paradise From the bright angels o'er him singing; And in our home above the skies, Glad anthems are forever ringing. God lends his ear, well pleased to hear The songs that cheer his children's sorrow; Till day shall break, and we shall wake Where love will make unfading morrow. Languages: English Tune Title: [I love to sing when I am glad]

Work away

Hymnal: LM1867 #106 (1867) First Line: I remember a lesson, which was not thrown away Refrain First Line: Work away while your able Lyrics: 1 I remember a lesson, which was not thrown away, Always strive to do your duty, don't spend too much time in play; Work away while your able, Work away, work away. 2 Hands were made to be useful, if you teach them the way; Therefore, for yourself, or neighbor, make them useful every day; Work away while your able, Work away, work away. 3 And to speed with your labor, make the most of to-day, What may hinder you to-morrow is impossible to say; Work away while your able, Work away, work away. 4 As for grief and vexation, let them come when they may, When your heart is in your labor, all is easy as your play; Work away while your able, Work away, work away. 5 In the world would you prosper, then this counsel obey, Out of debt is out of danger, and no creditors to pay; Work away while your able, Work away, work away. 6 Let your own hands support you till your strength shall decay, And your heart should never fail you, even when your hair is gray: Work away while your able, Work away, work away. Languages: English Tune Title: [I remember a lesson, which was not thrown away]

Song of home

Hymnal: LM1867 #107 (1867) First Line: Why, ah! why, my heart, this sadness? Lyrics: 1 Why, ah! why, my heart, this sadness? Why, 'mid scenes like these decline? Where all, tho' strange, is joy and gladness, O, say, what wish can yet be thine, O, say, what wish can yet be thine? 2 All that's dear to me is wanting; Lone and cheerless here I roam, For strangers' joys, howe'er enchanting, Can never be to me like home, Can never be to me like home. 3 Give me those I ask no other; Those that bless the humble dome, Where dwell my father and my mother, O, give me back my native home, O, give me back my native home. Languages: English Tune Title: [Why, ah! why, my heart, this sadness?]

The Singing school

Hymnal: LM1867 #108 (1867) First Line: O what a lovely thing Lyrics: 1 O what a lovely thing It is to learn to sing, And chant our Maker's praise; Our sweet enjoyment here, Makes every moment dear, While learning these loved lays. 2 Come, join our singing school, And learn to sing by rule, Each joyful song of praise; Come, every cheerful heart, And bear an active part, In sweet melodious lays. 3 Our hearts do here aspire, With ardent, warm desire, To be like saints above; Where every heart and voice, In sweetest songs rejoice, And praise God's glorious love. 4 Our souls within do burn, While we true virtue learn, And tender feelings gain; Then what a lovely thing It is to learn to sing, Where love and friendship reign. Languages: English Tune Title: [O what a lovely thing]

Golden Throne

Hymnal: LM1867 #109 (1867) First Line: It takes a very humble soul Refrain First Line: Then haste away to the Sunday-school Lyrics: 1 It takes a very humble soul, It takes a very humble soul, It take a very humble soul, To stand by the Golden Throne. Chorus: Then haste away to the Sunday-school, Then haste away to the Sunday-school, Then haste away to the Sunday-school, And learn the Golden rule. 2 We'll mingle with the angels there, We'll mingle with the angels there, We'll mingle with the angels there, Who stand by the Golden Throne. [Chorus] 3 The tree of life grows bright and fair, The tree of life grows bright and fair, The tree of life grows bright and fair, Grows near by the Golden Throne. [Chorus] 4 The river of life flows sweetly there, The river of life flows sweetly there, The river of life flows sweetly there, It flows from the Golden Throne. [Chorus] 5 We'll meet our friends and teachers there, We'll meet our friends and teachers there, We'll meet our friends and teachers there, And dwell near the Golden throne. [Chorus] 6 We'll see our blessed Savior there, We'll see our blessed Savior there, We'll see our blessed Savior there, Who sits on the Golden Throne. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [It takes a very humble soul]

Little Minstrel Band

Author: Mrs. M. M. B. Goodwin Hymnal: LM1867 #110 (1867) First Line: With joy we meet, With love we greet Refrain First Line: O happy band Lyrics: 1 With joy we meet, With love we greet "The Little Minstrel" bright; With songs of glee, Bid sadness flee- We're glad and gay to-night. Chorus: O happy band, Joined heart and hand, Together we will sing, Together we will sing. Bring the Little Minstrel, The Little Minstrel, Little Minstrel bring. 2 Come children all, On you we call, To join our minstrel band; Come let us sing Of Christ our King, And of the heavenly land. [Chorus] 3 As here we meet, at Jesus' feet, To learn his high command, Our voices ring, our songs we sing, A happy Minstrel band. [Chorus] 4 We're marching still, up Zion's hill, A little Minstrel band; The way's not long, when cheered by song, From the young Minstrel band. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [With joy we meet, With love we greet]

Patience

Author: A. D. Fillmore Hymnal: LM1867 #111 (1867) First Line: Patience is an angel spirit Refrain First Line: Sweet Patience be our guide and director Lyrics: 1 Patience is an angel spirit Sent from heaven to bless mankind: Happy those who bid her welcome; Blessed company they find. Chorus: Sweet Patience be our guide and director, And from Despair be thou our protector, Till a home of peace and love, We shall find in heaven above. 2 She will help us in our journey, All the ills of life to bear; Though our path be rough and thorny, Patience drives away all care. [Chorus] 3 Though we sow in tears and sorrow, With an almost hopeless view, From the bud so brown and bitter, She brings flowers of beauteous hue. [Chorus] 3 'Mid the storms and dashing billows, As we sail o'er life's rough sea, Patience at the helm says calmly, "Soon a shining heaven we'll see." [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [Patience is an angel spirit]

The Wandering Boy

Author: H. K. White Hymnal: LM1867 #112 (1867) First Line: When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor Lyrics: 1 When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor, And the cottager shuts on the beggar his door; When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye, O how hard is the lot of the wandering boy, O how hard is the lot of the wandering boy. 2 The wind it is cold, and I have no vest, And my heart it is cold as it beats in my breast; No father, no mother, no kindred have I, For I am a parentless, wandering boy, For I am a parentless, wandering boy. 3 Yet I once had a home, and I once had a sire, A mother who granted each infant desire; Our cottage it stood in a wood-embowered vale, Where the ring-dove would warble its sorrowful tale, Where the ring-dove would warble its sorrowful tale. 4 But my father and mother were summoned away, And left me to hard-hearted strangers a prey; I fled from their rigor with many a sigh, And now I'm a poor little wandering boy, And now I'm a poor little wandering boy. 5 The winter is cold, and the snow loads the gain, And no one will list to my innocent tale; Then I'll go to the grave where my parents both lie, And death shall befriend the poor wandering boy, And death shall befriend the poor wandering boy. Languages: English Tune Title: [When the winter wind whistles along the wild moore]

Lord's day morning

Hymnal: LM1867 #113 (1867) First Line: Lovely Lord's day morning Lyrics: 1 Lovely Lord's day morning, Woods and fields adorning With thy rosy beam, Chasing every shadow From the hill and meadow, And the dimpled stream. 2 Now with ardent feeling, Music gently stealing On the balmy air, Holy thoughts awaking, Still the chorus breaking, Calls the soul to prayer. 3 To that world of gladness, Where no thought of sadness Wrings the heart with pain, Faith and hope ascending, With the angels blending, Join their happy strain. Languages: English Tune Title: [Lovely Lord's day morning]

Spring Rains

Hymnal: LM1867 #114 (1867) First Line: The Lark sits high on the walnut tree Lyrics: 1 The Lark sits high on the walnut tree, While it rains, it rains, it rains; A jolly philosopher sure is he, While it rains, it rains, it rains; How blithely he looks at the meadows below, Where the nest will be, when the grassblades grow, And he pours our his song in a liquid flow, While it rains, it rains, it rains. 2 All nature seems happy as happy can be While it rains, it rains, it rains; But restless mortals like you and me, While it rains, it rains, it rains, Look out of the windows in discontent, And wonder why showers to-day are sent, Our measures, and pleasures, and plans to prevent, While it rains, it rains, it rains. 3 The lark feels assured that God knows best The need of the spring-time rains: That bright summer sunshine will warm his nest After the spring-time rains. The grass in the meadows will greenly grow, And the corn-blades wave in the valley below, And the vigorous west winds gaily blow After these spring-time ruins. 4 Let us, like the lark, look cheerily on, While it rains, it rains, it rains; Waiting with faith, till the storm is gone, While it rains, it rains, it rains. Tho' misty obscurity hinders the sight, We know that above the dark cloud there is light, And the heavens in beauty are shining bright, While it rains, it rains, it rains. Languages: English Tune Title: [The Lark sits high on the walnut tree]