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The Snow-Bird: A Collection

Editor: G. F. Root, B. R. Hanby
Publisher: John Church, Cincinnati, Oh., 1865
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d1A voice that I hear, across the sea
d2Another little form asleep
d3Are all your matches sold yet
d4At dewy dawn, in misty morn
d5Be not swift to take offense
d6Charlie wants a piece of bread
d7Come and join us in our pleasures
d8Come, O come, and gaily go
d9Down from the skies bending low
d10Draw nigh to us, our Father
d11Drummer boy, drummer boy, where are you speeding
d12Fly, birdie sweet, fly far
d13Hark, how your leader's bugle is sounding
d14Holy Father, grant thy blessing to us children
d15How it marches, the flag of the union
d16How strange it seems that I could
d17I missed dear little Mabel from her class and school one
d18Let me kiss you, father
d19Little sunbeams we'll away
d20Long ago when little children
d21Mid the pastures green of the blessed isles
d22No sounding battle-cry we ring
d23Our Father, teach us how to pray
d24Praise the Lord, who reigns above
d25Round the temperance standard rally
d26School is done, school is done
d27Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing
d28Thank God for our country
d29The angel death has borne away
d30The ground was all covered with snow one day
d31There are unseen bands of angels
d32There were ringing notes
d33Thou, who in thy church of old
d34Up the steeps the morn is bounding
d35We are little sunbeams, Shining
d36We come to thy temple, O Savior of love
d37We praise thee, we bless thee, our Father and Friend
d38When light o'er the mountain rill
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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