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Clarence B. Strouse

Short Name: Clarence B. Strouse
Full Name: Strouse, Clarence B.
Birth Year: 1869
Death Year: 1918

Strouse, a minister, at one time edited The Religious Review of Reviews. Copyright records indicate he was living in Salem, Virginia, in 1901. As of February 1905, he was president of the Florida Winter Bible Conference in Gainesville, Florida.

(hymntime.com/tch)


Texts by Clarence B. Strouse (26)sort descendingAsInstances
Christian, show your sunshine, Your frowns and cares erasClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
Come with thy load of sinC. B. S. (Author)3
God of nations, now we raiseClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
He will take away your load of guiltClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
I remember well the dayC. B. S. (Author)2
I used to think sweet peace I'd findC. B. S. (Author)2
If I but trust thy precious bloodClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
If you are discouraged, in darkness or in doubtC. B. S. (Author)10
If you want to live above this world of sinClarence B. Strouse (Author)3
I'm a pilgrim on my journey, Up the narrow wayC. B. S. (Author)2
I'm tired, so tired of my strayingClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
Jesus' grace now makes us freeC. B. S. (Author)3
My heart was sad when I came tonightC. B. S. (Author)2
My Jesus wilt thou hear my humble cryClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
Of all the close friends that to me have been dearClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
Out upon the dreary mountainClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
Ring, for the world is dyingC. S. B. (Author)4
Some day I'll bid this world goodbyeClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
The Bible of our fathers is the blessed word of GodClarence B. Strouse (Author)6
The harvest is ripe, the laborers are fewClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
There's a glorious song of triumphClarence B. Strouse (Author)2
This old world will soon pass awayC. B. S. (Author)2
We'll work for Jesus todayC. B. S. (Author)3
What will the harvest beC. B. S. (Author)2
Win a soul to JesusC. B. S. (Author)2
Won't you come with us into the promised landC. B. S. (Author)2
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