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Hallelujah : the poetry of classic hymns

Print Book, English, ©2005
Celestial Arts, Berkeley, Calif., ©2005
Criticism, interpretation, etc
xii, 115 pages : color illustrations ; 25 cm
9781587612268, 1587612267
Foreword: grandmothers and grand hymns
Preface: songs for the journey
Introduction: breathing towards heaven
The hymns
1529-1699: Still thine angels 'round me sing
A mighty fortress is our God
Now thank we all our God
The lord will come and not be slow
Now all the woods are sleeping
Give to the winds thy fears
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Now from the altar of my heart
As pants the hart for cooling streams
1700-1799: Let every heart prepare Him room
There is a land of pure delight
When I survey the wond'rous cross
Joy to the world
Descend from heav'n, immortal dove
Who are these like stars appearing
Hark, the herald angels sing
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
Peace be to this habitation
See how great a flame aspires
I want a principle within
Come, thou fount of every blessing
Thou lovely source of true delight
Amazing grace
Sometimes a light surprises
God moves in a mysterious way
Precious Bible! what a treasure
Tho' troubles assail
Blest be the tie that binds
City called heaven
1800-1899: 'Tis the gift to be free
When spring unlocks the flowers
I love to steal awhile away
Lord, teach us how to pray aright
Angels from the realms of glory
Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
The perfect world / by Adam Trod
Go down, Moses
The hour-glass
O where are kings and empires now
Nearer, my God, to thee
Believe not those who say
A little kingdom I possess
Simple gifts
It came upon the midnight clear
Every time I feel the Spirit
Ring out the old, ring in the new
Good King Wenceslas
What a friend we have in Jesus
The voice that breathed o'er Eden
We three kings of orient are
Again, as evening's shadow fall
Eternal Father, strong to save
Even me
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Shall we gather at the river?
'Tis winter now, the fallen snow
O little town of Bethlehem
Lord, speak to me
Saved by grace
America the beautiful
1900-present: All Christly souls are one in Him
Lift every voice and sing
I'll overcome some day
Be thou my vision
His eye is on the sparrow
O God of earth and altar
Joyful, joyful, we adore thee
In Christ there is no east or west
Will the circle be unbroken?
In the garden
O God, I cried, no dark disguise
The prodigal son
Precious Lord, take my hand
Now the silence
As we gather at your table
Prayer for creation