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My Days are gliding swiftly by

Appears in 596 hymnals Refrain First Line: For now we stand on Jordan's strand Used With Tune: [My days are gliding swiftly by]

That Night of Deepest Woe

Author: James G. Deck Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: 'Twas on that night of deepest woe Used With Tune: MARYLAND

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree

Appears in 6 hymnals Used With Tune: O TANNENBAUM

The despot's at our very door

Author: E. G. Coleman Appears in 2 hymnals Used With Tune: [The despot's at our very door]

Ich möchte Heim

Author: E. Gebhardt Appears in 6 hymnals First Line: Im Himmel ist mein Heim so schön Used With Tune: [Im Himmel ist mein Heim so schön]

Author: J. E. Rankin, D. D. Appears in 8 hymnals First Line: Sweet Sabbath day, Sweet Sabbath day Lyrics: 1 Sweet Sabbath day, Sweet Sabbath day! Thou gift from God, I love thee; I hail thy dawning in the east, Thou bringest rest to man and beast. Sweet Sabbath day, Sweet Sabbath day! Earth has no gift above thee. 2 Sweet Sabbath day, Sweet Sabbath day! Thy bells betimes are ringing, And happy faces throng the street, The Lord within his house to meet. Sweet Sabbath day, Sweet Sabbath day! God’s peace o’er all earth flinging. 3 Sweet Sabbath day, Sweet Sabbath day! Care’s burdens thou unbindest; Grief hides her head on Jesus’ breast, He whispers of his tearless rest. Sweet Sabbath day, Sweet Sabbath day! Man’s truest friend and kindest. Used With Tune: [Sweet Sabbath day, Sweet Sabbath day]

O Christmas Tree

Author: E. G. Anschuetz Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree! Used With Tune: O TANNENBAUM

Thou wilt not cower in the dust

Author: J. R. Randall Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! my Maryland! Thy gleaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! my Maryland! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard's warlike thrust, And all thy slumb'rers with the just, Maryland! my Maryland! 2 Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland! my Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! my Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland! my Maryland! 3 I see no blush upon thy cheek, Maryland! my Maryland! Tho' thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland! my Maryland! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland! my Maryland! 4 I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! my Maryland! The Old Line bugle, fife, and drum, Maryland! my Maryland! Come to thine own heroic throng, That stalks with Liberty along, And ring thy dauntless slogan song, Maryland! my Maryland! Used With Tune: [Thou wilt not cower in the dust]