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| Short Name: | Francis Anson Evans |
| Full Name: | Evans, Francis Anson |
Texts by Francis Anson Evans (13) | As | Authority Languages | Instances |
|---|---|---|---|
| Come to me, the Father sayeth | Francis A. Evans (Author (vs. 1-2)) | English | 4 |
| Father, lead me, gently lead me | Francis Anson Evans (Author) | English | 6 |
| God bless the old hearthstone tonight | Francis Anson Evans (Author) | English | 2 |
| Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Hear their echoes loud and clear | Francis Anson Evans (Author) | 6 | |
| How dark were life, with naught to cheer | Francis A. Evans (Author) | English | 1 |
| I'm told there's a land 'mid the far away stars | F. A. E. (Author) | English | 3 |
| Look not far away my brother | Francis Anson Evans (Author) | English | 8 |
| O fragrant plains of Galilee | Francis Anson Evans (Author) | English | 1 |
| On the breast of the mighty Jehovah | F. A. Evans (Author) | English | 4 |
| See the light is breaking o'er the hills away | Francis Anson Evans (Author) | 2 | |
| The pearly gates will open wide | Francis Anson Evans (Author) | English | 2 |
| There are grasses greenly growing | Francis Anson Evans (Author) | English | 2 |
| We will rest, sweetly rest, by and by | F. A. Evans (Author) | English | 2 |
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