Salathiel Cleaver Kirk

Short Name: Salathiel Cleaver Kirk
Full Name: Kirk, Salathiel Cleaver, 1847-1917
Birth Year (est.): 1847
Death Year (est.): 1917

Born: Circa 1847, Near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Died: Circa 1917, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Kirk’s works include:
Musings Along the Way

Texts by Salathiel Cleaver Kirk (87)sort descendingAsInstances
إن عشت في الدنيا فقيرSalathiel Cleaver Kirk (Author)1
A band of happy children, we come to you todayS. C. Kirk (Author)2
A band of temperance boys are weS. C. Kirk (Author)2
A little seed at random castS. C. Kirk (Author)2
A little seed one evening fellS. C. Kirk (Author)2
A little stream in the EastS. C. Kirk (Author)2
All alone, O yes, to the outward eyeS. C. Kirk (Author)2
An acorn hung upon a treeS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Around the walls of JerichoS. C. Kirk (Author)3
As we gather today in our bright Sabbath homeS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Beautiful flowers in bright arrayS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Breezes soft and balmyS. C. Kirk (Author)3
Brighter than the stars aboveS. C. Kirk (Author)2
By the lip, the leaf, the penSalathial C. Kirk (Author)2
By Thy favor, Lord, we gatherSalathial C. Kirk (Author)2
Call the roll for workS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Can we see the flowers growS. C. Kirk (Author)4
Chase the ugly frown awayS. C. Kirk (Author)3
Clover white and clover redS. C. Kirk (Author)4
Death's kingdom is vanquishedS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Do you know the mighty armyS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Down came the King from palace of whiteSalathial C. Kirk (Author)2
Every little step I take, God aboveS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Falling, falling, softly falling, Little snowflakesS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Field of daisies, white as snowS. C. Kirk (Author)2
From earth to skyS. C. Kirk (Author)2
God made this world a placeS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Hallelujah to the Lord, O his holy nameS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Happy, happy morningS. C. Kirk (Author)2
He left a royal throneS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Hear the rippling, joyous strainsS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Hear ye the Master's call, "Give me thy best"S. C. Kirk (Author)66
Hearken, hearken, happy greetingS. C. Kirk (Author)2
How the little clover growsS. C. Kirk (Author)2
I am glad that so wellS. C. Kirk (Author)2
If we could array them, how many are theyS. C. Kirk (Author)2
I'm drinking at the gospel wellsS. C. Kirk (Author)3
I'm looking beyond to the city of lightS. C. Kirk (Author)5
In land or store I may be poorS. C. Kirk (Author)8
King Jesus' banner hoist todayS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Living with Jesus walkingS. C. Kirk (Author)3
No days like the days of happy youthS. C. Kirk (Author)3
O hear the call, the royal callS. C. Kirk (Author)2
O how sweet the morning airS. C. Kirk (Author)2
O Thou Lamb of CalvaryS. C. Kirk (Author)3
O we never, never wearyS. C. Kirk (Author)2
O what a happy chorusS. C. Kirk (Author)2
O would I think my blessingsS. C. Kirk (Author)4
O ye heralds, take good courageS. C. Kirk (Author)2
O the beautiful flag of our landS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Over the soul in the tempest of lifeS. C. Kirk (Author)2
"She hath done what she could," said the Master, "for me"S. C. Kirk (Author)2
So strange it seemed and wondrousS. C. Kirk (Author)5
Sunbeams, sunbeams shining all the dayS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Sweet are the flowers, but sweeter the loveS. C. Kirk (Author)2
Ten thousand bright celestial lightsS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The cause of Christ is marching nowS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The Christmas star is beamingS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The clouds will hide the brightestS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The little bird where'er it restsS. C. Kirk (Author)3
The long roll call is soundingS. C. Kirk (Author)4
The Lord hath declared and the Lord will performS. C. Kirk (Author)12
The Master is calling in some way to allS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The poet sings a mournful songSalathial C. Kirk (Author)2
The risen living Christ, let every heart adoreS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The silver notes are ringingS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The stars that shine from yonder heightS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The sunbeams glowS. C. Kirk (Author)2
The wondrous work the Lord has doneS. C. Kirk (Author)4
The works and ways of God on highS. C. Kirk (Author)5
The world is rich in human loreSalathial C. Kirk (Author)2
There's a manger Babe in a far off landS. C. Kirk (Author)5
Though only a line, just a line intervenesS. C. Kirk (Author)5
Through the meadow, round the hillS. C. Kirk (Author)2
'Tis in Jesus' name we gatherS. C. Kirk (Author)2
’Tis Thanksgiving morn again!Salathial C. Kirk (Author)2
Viewed only by the feeble raysSalathial C. Kirk (Author)2
We greet you allS. C. Kirk (Author)2
We hail thee KingS. C. Kirk (Author)2
We will hold aloftS. C. Kirk (Author)4
What shall we gatherS. C. Kirk (Author)2
When far astray in sin, one daySalathial C. Kirk (Author)2
When the bright summer days shallS. C. Kirk (Author)2
When the clouds of grief and sorrowS. C. Kirk (Author)2
When the Lord shall sit on his throne aboveS. C. Kirk (Author)2
When Thou didst with pitying eyeSalathial C. Kirk (Author)2
Whither go the beams of lightS. C. Kirk (Author)2
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