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W. B. Carnes

Short Name: W. B. Carnes
Full Name: Carnes, Wiley B., 1860-1910
Birth Year: 1860
Death Year: 1910

Born: Sep­tem­ber 23, 1860.
Died: 1910, Mc­Kin­ney, Tex­as.
Buried: Pe­can Grove Cem­e­te­ry, Mc­Kin­ney, Tex­as.

Carne grew up in Smith­ville, Ten­nes­see. He en­tered the min­is­try in 1882, and moved to Tex­as in 1888. He served as a Church of Christ min­ister at churche­s in Lan­cas­ter, Wea­ther­ford, Cis­co, Abi­lene, Ter­rell, Cle­burne, Me­lis­sa, and Den­i­son, Texas, and did con­sid­er­a­ble evan­gel­is­tic work.

--www.hymntime.com/tch/


Texts by W. B. Carnes (16)sort ascendingAsInstances
When the mists of darkness gatherW. B. Carnes (Author)2
We're a happy band of childrenW. B. Carnes (Author)5
Weary pilgrim, welcome homeW. B. Carnes (Author)2
We are beams of sunshine brightW. B. Carnes (Author)3
There is much we can do for the MasterW. B. Carnes (Author)2
Tell again the story of the Lord of gloryW. B. Carnes (Author)2
Peaceful be thy slumber everW. B. Carnes (Author)4
Life is oft beset with sorrowsW. B. Carnes (Author)3
Jesus, blessed Savior, guide me, Till I reach the golden shoreW. B. Carnes (Author)3
I love to sing of the wonderfulW. B. Carnes (Author)2
He careth for the lilies whiteW. B. Carnes (Author)2
Hark, I hear a cry ascendingW. B. Carnes (Author)2
Hark, I hear a cry ascending From the blind, the halt and lameW. B. Carnes (Author)2
Come to the Savior, he's pleading with you nowW. B. Carnes (Author)2
Cast your bread upon the waters, Sow the seedW. B. Carnes (Author)2
A happy band of childrenW. B. Carnes (Author)2
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