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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Wikipedia Biography

Albert Edward Brumley (October 29, 1905 – November 15, 1977) was an American shape note gospel music composer and publisher. Brumley was born near Spiro, Oklahoma on October 29, 1905. Pre-Dustbowl Oklahoma was primarily made up of sparse agricultural communities; Brumley's family was no different. He spent much of his early life chopping and picking cotton on his family's farm. In 1926, he enrolled in the Hartford Musical Institute of Hartford, Arkansas, and studied there through 1931. The Institute was led by Eugene Monroe Bartlett (1884–1941), owner of the Hartford Music Company and composer of the well-known gospel song "Victory in Jesus". Brumley purchased Hartford Music Company in 1948.

Texts by Albert E. Brumley (228)AsInstancessort descending
When the storms of life are raging all around youA. E. B. (Author)1
To the flaming field of battle! We are marching to warAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
Amid the shadows of life I wend my wayA. E. B. (Author)1
If you want to be a ChristianAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
When I reach that golden shoreAlbert E. Brumley (Author)1
The world's greatest story in the BibleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I was listening in to a radio stationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
We've answered to the battle cry to conquer over sinA. E. B. (Author)2
Give me a life filled with old fashionedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here so often I'm lonely, here so often I'm blueA. E. B. (Author)2
The world's greatest story in the Bible is toldAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
No matter how dark the nightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've a friend close by my sideA. E. B. (Author)2
Give me back the old time powerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
On that eternal morning in yonder landAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There are mansions high, there are mansions wideAlbert 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 have fondest recollection of the days that used to beA. E. B. (Author)2
Gone is all my weight of sinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Once I was sighingA. E. B. (Author)2
There is a city, bright eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
They crucified my Savior (Brumley)Albert E. Brumley (Author)2
Hello, I'm just a strangerA. E. B. (Author)2
I'll meet you in the morningAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Often times I sit sown in my parlorAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
One day I met an old fashioned motherA. E. B. (Author)2
Often when the evening shadowsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Listen to the voices sweetly callingA. E. B. (Author)2
There is gladness all aroundAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
So oft I dream of heavenAlbert 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
Here so oft we are turned fromAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here we move from place to placeAlbert E. 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
Honest and truly, Lord,Albert E. Brumley (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 plenty of sunshineAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've a smile of gladnessAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
One by one, the Savior calls his childrenAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
How sweet the memory of daysAlbert 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
There's a certain feelingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've been reading my BibleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In sin I once was straying, no thought of ever prayingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am laying my treasures up in the skyAlbert 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's a city over there, a city bright and fairAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've heard them sing of home sweet homeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Seems that I can see a little chapelAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I'm waiting by the river sideAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When you have reached the end of your journeyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a little old church in a valleyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Since I have turned from sinful pleasureAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Once I wandered out in sin Far, far awayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When you're feeling discouraged and lonelyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I've just about tarried long enough hereAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Since I reached life's goal I'd like to strollAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am thinking about the day when our Savior knelt down to prayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
As I go traveling day by dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Singing, singing every dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am telling the grand old storyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
It was springtime, the flowers were gayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Sometimes when sorrow overcomes us and the darkness hovers lowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
So many years I wandered, precious momentsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I am thinking of a celebrationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Wonderful the praise that is coming from heaven, over on the bright eternal shoreA. E. B. (Author)2
Why am I weepingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Many the time I am torn with disappointmentA. E. B. (Author)2
As you wend your way to the soul's abodeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Why must the world be tornAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
They're having a big revivalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you are burdened, weary and oppressedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Just beyond death's rolling riverAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
O listen to the voice of JesusAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Back through the years I'd like to wendAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Every evening when I count my blessingsA. E. B. (Author)2
Some mother's boy has gone astrayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I don't know exactly how sweetAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a valley where the mocking birds are singingA. E. B. (Author)2
You may not feel the gentle handAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Far beyond this land of sorrowA. E. B. (Author)2
If you have never heard the storyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have been redeemed, I haveAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If I owned all the gold and the silverAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Honest and truly, Lord, Sometimes my feet would strayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
We are a band of Christians marchingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Well, who could it be that tenderly holds my trembling handA. E. B. (Author)2
If you travel sin's uncertain wayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Lily white hands will lead meAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Sometimes when my pathway I hardly can seeA. E. B. (Author)2
May we all walk closer to Thy sideAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you wander all alone in sinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Long ago in old Judea by the GalileanAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Some delightful morning we shall have a better lifeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There's a heavenly land of peace and joy eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
What a happy day of jubilationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have read about that city gransAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Look to the western horizonA. E. B. (Author)2
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing throughAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
What makes the flowersAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you would be a true discipleAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Somehow tonight I'm lonesomeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have started for a city on that bright eternalAlbert Brumley (Author)2
Here you pass me on the highways in this unfriendly landA. E. B. (Author)2
One glad day Jesus cameAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
When heavy burdens oppress meAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If you've never known the glory ofAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Somewhere deep in the hillsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Though you wander in the bywaysAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Cual ave triste en su prisiónAlbert Brumley (Author)2
When I have reached myAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In a little while this fleeting lifeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
There are mothers with beautiful featuresAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Every time I feel the least bit unworthyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
El mundo no es mi hogarAlbert Brumley (Author)2
In the long ago the precious Savior'sAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
No place to hide when days are long and drearyA. E. B. (Author)2
Many have loads to bearAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Here I plod along on life's uneven journeyAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I went on a visit, On a heavenly visitAlbert E. brumley (Author)2
Many years I roamed, many years I trodAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
In a land far away is a soldier todayA. E. B. (Author)2
Far beyond the clouds a home is waitingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If I had all the words in our languageA. E. B. (Author)2
In the new found way, the gospel highway Leading to the home eternalAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I was turning through my mother's dear BibleA. E. B. (Author)2
Mine has been a life of sorrowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Jesus gave His life to pardon every nationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
If the Savior came to your house unexpectedA. E. B. (Author)2
I want to be an example for the turthAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
Many are wanedring out in darknessAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
For the truth and the rightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)2
I have started for a city in a land of fadeless dayA. E. B. (Author)2
I hear a mighty chorus sweetly singing over on that bright, eternal shoreAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
My race is nearly run, my workAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I was once lost in sin, despairingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There is a most wondrous cityAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Have you ever been down to community singAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There is an old fashioned cabinAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I'm only an orphanAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I'm pressing on through this world of careAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There is many a cross to carryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I am just another wayworn pilgrimAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I've had the blood appliedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
In this busy life with its changing scenesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I am on my journey To that city foursquareAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Adown that lonesome road to heaven's blest abodeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I've heard them sing He paid the priceAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
It seemed I had traveled for agesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There's a way that leads to joys of everlasting lifeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I've read about a city foursquare, a city of eternal lightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
There's an old ramshackle shackAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
It was the blood of the crucified OneAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
They killed my Lord on CalvaryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I believe that Jesus died on the crossAlbert 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
By the crystal river we shall live forever over in a land where comes no nightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Some people often ask me where I goAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Life's few allotted years is but a trailAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Come and listen in to a radio stationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Dear Lord of Calvary, again I come to theeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Dreamin' in the glimerin' twilight, dreamin' of a flickerin' firelightAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Somebody's blue, weary and blueAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Looking back through the years to a mangerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Lord, how well do I know I'll have little to showAlbert 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
Lord, I would not ask a special blessingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
I used to be a sinner, an erring childAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Everybody it seems has a cabin of dreamsAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
All the world is bright and cheeryA. E. B. (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
If you would ever do your very bestAlbert E. Brumley (Author)3
Often the burdens of life seem hardAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I am on the way to mansions in the sweetAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Is there anybody here todayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I am so glad I heard my Savior gently pleadingAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
While traveling upon the sands of timeAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
If the Love of God has saved youAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I cannot touch the hem of his garmentAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I have just enlisted in the service of the KingAlbert 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
I know there is a land of beautiful flowersAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
Sure, there's a God who is ruling on highAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
When my spirits are low and my footsteps are slowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
On the cross of Calvary our blessed Savior diedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)4
I'm going to a celebrationAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
I'm traveling on to the new JerusalemAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Press along weary pilgrim through the strugglesAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Ride on, God's children, to that beautiful landAlbert E. 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
Every time I do a deedAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
In the new found way, the gospel highwayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Thank God! I truly can say that I've been born againAlbert E. Brumley (Author)5
Here so many are breaking traditionsAlbert Brumley (Author)6
Out in this cold worldAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Won't it be a happy, happy dayA. E. B. (Author)6
There's a city of light, where there cometh no nightAlbert Brumley (Author)6
You better get acquainted with your Lord a little betterA. E. B. (Author)6
Jesus gave his life a ransom yonder on CalvaryAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Won't it be a happy morning over the seaAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
Lord, I sometimes feel Just like a strangerAlbert E. Brumley (Author)6
I was wandering far from Jesus in the paths of sin and shameAlbert E. Brumley (Author)7
Though a pilgrim, a stranger, a beggar I beAlbert E. Brumley (Author)7
Ever since Jesus saved and pardoned I have been singing every dayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)7
Here I stand beside death's chilly waters waiting for my final callAlbert E. Brumley (Author)9
If you are burdened down with careAlbert E. Brumley (Author)9
If working and praying has any rewardAlbert E. Brumley (Author)11
As I journey through this vale of sorrowAlbert E. Brumley (Author)12
Over on the bright elysian shoreA. E. B. (Author)12
Once like a bird in prison I dweltAlbert E. Brumley (Author)13
In this world I've tried most everything And I'm happy now to sayAlbert E. Brumley (Author)13
On the rugged cross of Calvary, Jesus gave His life for youAlbert E. Brumley (Author)20
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)28
As I travel through this pilgrim landAlbert E. Brumley (Author)33
Some glad morning when this life is o'erAlbert E. Brumley (Author)43

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