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Awake, awake to love and work

Author: Geoffrey A. Studdert-Kennedy Hymnal: Hymns of the Rural Spirit #37 (1947) Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE

Awake, Awake to Love and Work

Author: Geoffrey A. Studdert-Kennedy, 1833-1929 Hymnal: Christian Worship #323 (1941) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Topics: Aspiration and Vision Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE

Awake, awake to love and work

Author: Geoffrey Anketell Studdert-Kennedy, 1883-1929 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #588 (1933) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian Life Service and Influence Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE

Awake, awake to love and work

Hymnal: Hymns and Psalms #631 (1983) Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE

Thou Who Didst Teach Beside the Sea

Author: Burton C. Bastuscheck Hymnal: Fourteen New Rural Hymns #2 (1955) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
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The Prodigal Son (Guild)

Author: Marion P. Guild Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5681 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 First Line: Here feast I at my Father's board Lyrics: 1. Here feast I at my Father’s board Who starved among the swine; For me must every foot be fleet And every lamp must shine; For me the merry music sounds, The dancers dip and twine. 2. My heart beats fast against my robe, The best robe, soft and red; With sobbing breath and tightening throat And tears in rapture shed, I feel His ring upon my hand, His blessings on my head. 3. Ah, bitter was the way, and oft My blood my path would trace; And guilt and grief and stabbing shame With all my steps kept pace; And yet I famished not for bread So sore as for His face. 4. The road seemed endless. On I fared, Wresting each mile from death; Then such an awe upon me fell I scarce could draw my breath; My spirit felt His coming as Of one that succoreth. 5. Blind, fainting, to His mighty breast He caught and held me fast; I knew the fortress of His arms About my weakness cast; And, when He kissed my traitor cheek, I guessed His heart at last. 6. The piteous words I oft had conned I trembling strove to say; But sudden glory round me poured A brighter, richer day. In wonderment I lifted up My head that drooping lay. 7. The glory streamed from out His eyes, As from all Beauty’s throne. O depths of love unthinkable That in that splendor shone! O pain of love that travaileth And bleedeth for its own. 8. O gleam of wisdom hoar with eld Ere sang the stars of morn! O shifting, blending, dazzling lights That thrilled my hope forlorn To undreamed miracles of joy And surge of life reborn! 9. He brought me home, and here I sit, Even in my boyhood’s place; And on my very soul is stamped Each largess of His grace; But still transfiguring all I see That radiance of His face! Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
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Sheltered Vale

Hymnal: Sunday School Service Book and Hymnal #67 (1885) First Line: O little birds that all day long Languages: English Tune Title: [O little birds that all day long]
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Der Heiland ist gekommen

Hymnal: Kleiner Liederschatz #31 (1901) Languages: German Tune Title: [Der Heiland ist gekommen]
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Der Heiland ist gekommen

Author: K. Gerok Hymnal: Sonntagsschulharfe #33 (1909) Languages: German Tune Title: [Der Heiland ist gekommen]
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Dort unten in der Mühle

Hymnal: Kleines Gesang- und Gebetbuch #71 (1940) Lyrics: 1 Dort unten in der Mühle saß ich in süser Ruh, und sah dem Näderspiele und sah dem Wassern zu, und sah dem Näderspiele und sah dem Wassern zu. 2 Sah zu der blanken Säge Es war mir wie ein Traum, Die bahnte lange Wege In Einen Tannenbaum Die bahnte lange Wege In Einen Tannenbaum. 3 Die Tanne war wie lebend, In Trauermelodie, Durch alle Fasern bebend, Sang diese Worte sie: Durch alle Fasern bebend, Sang diese Worte sie. 4 Du kehrst zur rechten Stunde, O Wandrer bei mir ein; Du bist's, für den die Wunde Mir dringt ins Herz hinein, Du bist's, für den die Wunde Mir dringt ins Herz hinein. 5 Du bist's für den wird werden, Wenn kurz gewandert du, Dies Holz im Schooß der Erden Ein Schrein zu langer Ruh, Dies Holz im Schooß der Erden Ein Schrein zu langer Ruh. 6 Bier Bretter sah ich fallen, Wir ward's ums Herz so schwer, Ein Wörtlein wollt ich lallen, Da ging das Rad nicht mehr, Ein Wörtlein wollt ich lallen, Da ging das Rad nicht mehr. Languages: German Tune Title: [Dort unten in der Mühle]

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