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Arthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn

Arthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn
Arthur Booth-Clibborn
Short Name: Arthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn
Full Name: Booth-Clibborn, Arthur Sydney, 1855-1939
Birth Year: 1855
Death Year: 1939

Commissioner Arthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (née Clibborn) (1855 – 20 February 1939) was a pioneering early Salvation Army officer in France and Switzerland, and the husband of Kate Booth, the oldest daughter of General William and Catherine Booth.

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Texts by Arthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (20)sort iconAsInstances
Church of God, lift up thy voiceArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)2
Dawn in the east is streamingArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)2
God his mighty legions still is raisingArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3
Hark, 'tis the last trumpet callingArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)2
Hark, 'tis the last trumpet pealing through theArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)2
I heard a voice in earth's dark places cryingArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3
Is there song in your soulArthur Booth-Clibborn (Author)2
Lift to the Lord gladsome voicesArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)2
Lord, if thou seek and find meArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)2
Love grows but stronger when assailedArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)4
Make thyself ready, behold, I comeArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3
My Savior, I love thee, I know thou lovest meArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3
No mortal tongue can e'er describeArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3
O God of light, O God of loveArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)6
O have you heard the glorious newsArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3
O take my hand, my FatherArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)4
O woe is me, the prodigal sonArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3
Shine on ye sons of morningArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3
There is no gain but by a lossArthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)4
Today if ye will hear his voice (Booth-Clibborn)Arthur Sydney Booth-Clibborn (Author)3

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