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Albert E. Brumley

Albert E. Brumley
Albert E. Brumley
Short Name: Albert E. Brumley
Full Name: Brumley, Albert Edward, 1905-1977
Birth Year: 1905
Death Year: 1977

Born: October 29, 1905, near Spiro, Oklahoma. Died: November 15, 1977, Springfield, Missouri. Buried: Fox Cemetery, Powell, Missouri.

Brumley attended the Hartford Musical Institute in Hartford, Arkansas, and sang with the Hartford Quartet. He went on to teach at singing schools in the Ozarks, and lived most of his life in Powell, Missouri. He worked for 34 years a staff writer for the Hartford and Stamps/Baxter publishing companies, then founded the Albert E. Brumley & Sons Music Company and Country Gentlemen Music, and bought the Hartford Music Company. He wrote over 800 Gospel and other songs during his life; the Country Song Writers Hall of Fame inducted him in 1970.

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Texts by Albert E. Brumley (209)AsInstancessort descending
O listen to the voice of JesusAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
When I reach that golden shoreAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
If you want to be a ChristianAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
So oft I dream of heavenAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
I am thinking about the day when our Savior knelt down to prayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
Sometimes when sorrow overcomes us and the darkness hovers lowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
Wonderful the praise that is coming from heaven, over on the bright eternal shoreA. E. B. (Author)1
Many the time I am torn with disappointmentA. E. B. (Author)1
I'm waiting by the river sideA. E. B. (Author)1
One glad day Jesus cameAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
Why must the world be tornAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a city over there, a city bright and fairAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I'll meet you in the morningAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In this busy life with its changing scenesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a little old church in a valleyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Seems that I can see a little chapelAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
You may not feel the gentle handAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Since I have turned from sinful pleasureAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
It seemed I had traveled for agesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here so oft we are turned fromAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Honest and truly, Lord, Sometimes my feet would strayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a way that leads to joysAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Since I reached life's goal I'd like to strollAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I'm pressing on though this world of careAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
It was springtime, the flowers were gayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here we move from place to placeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
May we all walk closer to Thy sideAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Singing, singing every dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
It was the blood of the crucifiedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Honest and truly, Lord,Albert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a heavenly land of peace and joy eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
So many years I wandered, precious momentsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've a smile of gladnessAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
How sweet the memory of daysAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing throughAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
They're having a big revivalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've been reading my BibleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Just beyond death's rolling riverAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am just another wayworn pilgrimAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Cual ave triste en su prisiónAlbert Brumley (Author)2
I've heard them sing of home sweet homeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am laying my treasures up in the skyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
El mundo no es mi hogarAlbert Brumley (Author)2
Far beyond this land of sorrowA. E. B. (Author)2
Some mother's boy has gone astrayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've heard them sing we paid the priceAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Adown that lonesome road to heaven's blestAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
All the world is bright and cheeryA. E. B. (Author)2
We are a band of Christians marchingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've just about tarried long enough hereAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Lily white hands will lead meAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If I had all the words in our languageA. E. B. (Author)2
Well, who could it be that tenderly holds my trembling handA. E. B. (Author)2
Long ago in old Judea by the GalileanAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
As I go traveling day by dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you would ever do your very bestAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am telling the grand old storyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have started for a city in a land of fadeless dayA. E. B. (Author)2
What a happy day of jubilationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Somehow tonight I'm lonesomeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am thinking of a celebrationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I hear a mighty chorus sweetly singing over on that bright, eternal shoreAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
What makes the flowersAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Somewhere deep in the hillsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
As you wend your way to the soul's abodeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here so often I'm lonely, here so often I'm blueA. E. B. (Author)2
When heavy burdens oppress meAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you are burdened, weary and oppressedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Back through the years I'd like to wendAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
On that eternal morning in yonder landAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When I have reached myAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
No place to hide when days are long and drearyA. E. B. (Author)2
Every evening when I count my blessingsA. E. B. (Author)2
Many have loads to bearAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I don't know exactly how sweetAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Once I was sighingA. E. B. (Author)2
If you have never heard the storyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Many years I roamed, many years I trodAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have been redeemed, I haveAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Come and listen in to a radio stationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Hello, I'm just a strangerA. E. B. (Author)2
I went on a visit, On a heavenly visitAlbert E. brumley (Author)2
I was turning through my mother's dear BibleA. E. B. (Author)2
If you travel sin's uncertain wayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Mine has been a life of sorrowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
One day I met an old fashioned motherA. E. B. (Author)2
If the Savior came to your house unexpectedA. E. B. (Author)2
If you wander all alone in sinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Listen to the voices sweetly callingA. E. B. (Author)2
The world's greatest story in the BibleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have read about that city gransAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
The world's greatest story in the Bible is toldAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you would be a true discipleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
No matter how dark the nightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have started for a city on that bright eternalAlbert Brumley (Author)2
I have read about the beauties of the South SeasA. E. B. (Author)2
When my time comes to cross o'er the riverAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There are mansions high, there are mansions wideAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you've never known the glory ofAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Do you live a life that's true for the One who died for you?A. E. B. (Author)2
I wandered again to my home in the mountainsA. E. B. (Author)2
When the Savior gave hisAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There is a city, bright eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In a little while this fleeting lifeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Every time I feel the least bit unworthyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
We love the Red, White and BlueA. E. B. (Author)2
When the world would try to leadAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In the long ago the precious Savior'sAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Often times I sit sown in my parlorAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Everybody it seems has a cabinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In sin I once was straying, no thought of ever prayingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Often when the evening shadowsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Far beyond the clouds a home is waitingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Sometimes the roses bloom and every thing is gayA. E. B. (Author)2
When you by sorrow are distressedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There is gladness all aroundAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In the new found way, the gospel highway Leading to the home eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When you have reached the end of your journeyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you will give to me your undivided attentionA. E. B. (Author)2
Once from God I wanderedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I want to be an example for the turthAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
For the truth and the rightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Give me a life filled with old fashionedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When you're feeling discouraged and lonelyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There is many a cross to carryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I was listening in to a radio stationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Give me back the old time powerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There is plenty of sunshineAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
One by one, the Savior calls his childrenAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Gone is all my weight of sinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a certain feelingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
They crucified my Savior (Brumley)Albert E. Brumley (Author)2
Why am I weepingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Have you ever been down to community singAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I'm only an orphanAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There's an old ramshackle shackAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
They killed my Lord on CalvaryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I've had the blood appliedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Some day our last goodbyes on earthAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Let me go down to the banks of the riverAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Life's few allotted years is but a trailAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I am on my journey To that city foursquareAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Some people often ask me where I goAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I've read about a city foursquare, a city of eternal lightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Looking back through the years to a mangerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Somebody's blue, weary and blueAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Lord, how well do I know I'll have little to showAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I believe that Jesus died on the crossAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Lord, I would not ask a special blessingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
By the crystal river we shall live forever over in a land where comes no nightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I have just enlisted in the service of the KingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Dear Lord of Calvary, again I come to theeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
On the cross of Calvary our blessed Savior diedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Dreamin' in the glimerin' twilight, dreamin' of a flickerin' firelightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
My race is nearly run, my workAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Every springtime gayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Hark, I hear the voice of Jesus To the harvest fields awayA. E. B. (Arranger)3
There is a most wondrous cityAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I used to be a sinner, an erring childAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There is an old fashioned cabinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I used to be a sinner and my load was hard to bearAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I wandered again to my old cabin homeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Flowers blooming in the wild woodAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I was once lost in sin, despairingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Is there anybody here todayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I'm traveling on to the new JerusalemAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I am on the way to mansions in the sweetAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I am so glad I heard my Savior gently pleadingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Well, I went down to the big camp meetin'Albert E. Brumley (Author)4
Somebody's been a friend indeedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
If the Love of God has saved youAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Sure, there's a God who is ruling on highAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I cannot touch the hem of his garmentAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
When my spirits are low and my footsteps are slowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I know there is a land of beautiful flowersAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Often the burdens of life seem hardAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
While traveling upon the sands of timeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Ride on, God's children, to that beautiful landAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
I'm going to a celebrationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Here so many are breaking traditionsAlbert Brumley (Author)5
There's a little pine log cabinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Some day I shall stand in God's cityAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Somebody ought to go and work for JesusAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Thank God! I truly can say that I've been born againAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Every time I do a deedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Won't it be a happy, happy dayA. E. B. (Author)5
In the new found way, the gospel highwayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
You better get acquainted with your Lord a little betterA. E. B. (Author)5
Press along weary pilgrim through the strugglesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Won't it be a happy morning over the seaAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Jesus gave his life a ransom yonder on CalvaryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Though a pilgrim, a stranger, a beggar I beAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Lord, I sometimes feel Just like a strangerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Ever since Jesus saved and pardoned I have been singing every dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Out in this cold worldAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
There's a city of light, where there cometh no nightAlbert Brumley (Author)6
I was wandering far from Jesus in the paths of sin and shameAlbert E. Brumley (Author)7
Here I stand beside death's chilly waters waiting for my final callAlbert E. Brumley (Author)8
If you are burdened down with careAlbert E. Brumley (Author)9
If working and praying has any rewardAlbert E. Brumley (Author)11
Over on the bright elysian shoreA. E. B. (Author)11
As I journey through this vale of sorrowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)12
In this world I've tried most everything And I'm happy now to sayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)13
Once like a bird in prison I dweltAlbert E. Brumley (Author)13
On the rugged cross of Calvary, Jesus gave His life for youAlbert E. Brumley (Author)19
Soon we'll come to the end of life's journeyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)26
I will meet you in the morning by the bright river sideAlbert E. Brumley (Author)27
As I travel through this pilgrim landAlbert E. Brumley (Author)32
Some glad morning when this life is o'erAlbert E. Brumley (Author)43

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