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Author: Anderson E. Baten, 1855-1924 Appears in 6 hymnals First Line: The hearse was driven to our door Lyrics: 1. The hearse was driven to our door, It brought a coffin, white as snow; Such coffins we had seen before, But never one, concerned us so. They took the cover from the casque, And placed a snow white form inside; We looked once more—it was the last— On him who once had been our pride. 2. Our precious child! O is it true That we shall see his face no more? His life was like the morning dew— ’Tis gone; our hearts are bleeding sore! A voice then whispered from above; I gave, I also took away. It was our Father’s voice of love! Our consolation, hope and stay. 3. Our babe has only gone before, He’s safe at home on Jesus’ breast, Released from sorrow evermore, And soon with him we’ll sweetly rest; We by the empty cradle knelt, Poured out our chastened souls in prayer. A stronger tie to Heav’n we felt, Because we knew our babe was there. Used With Tune: [The hearse was driven to our door]

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[The hearse was driven to our door]

Appears in 3 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: H. N. Lincoln Incipit: 53121 61534 32122 Used With Text: The White Coffin

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The White Coffin

Author: Anderson E. Baten, 1855-1924 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7406 First Line: The hearse was driven to our door Lyrics: 1. The hearse was driven to our door, It brought a coffin, white as snow; Such coffins we had seen before, But never one, concerned us so. They took the cover from the casque, And placed a snow white form inside; We looked once more—it was the last— On him who once had been our pride. 2. Our precious child! O is it true That we shall see his face no more? His life was like the morning dew— ’Tis gone; our hearts are bleeding sore! A voice then whispered from above; I gave, I also took away. It was our Father’s voice of love! Our consolation, hope and stay. 3. Our babe has only gone before, He’s safe at home on Jesus’ breast, Released from sorrow evermore, And soon with him we’ll sweetly rest; We by the empty cradle knelt, Poured out our chastened souls in prayer. A stronger tie to Heav’n we felt, Because we knew our babe was there. Languages: English Tune Title: [The hearse was driven to our door]

The White Coffin

Author: Rev. A. E. Baten Hymnal: Radiant Joy #80 (1944) First Line: The hearse was driven to our door Languages: English Tune Title: [The hearse was driven to our door]

The White Coffin

Author: Rev. A. E. Baten Hymnal: Song-Land Messenger Complete #204 (1894) First Line: The hearse was driven to our door Languages: English Tune Title: [The hearse was driven to our door]

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A. E. Baten

1855 - 1924 Person Name: Anderson E. Baten, 1855-1924 Author of "The White Coffin" in The Cyber Hymnal Baten was born on October 5, 1855 in Haw Ridge, Coffee County, Alabama. He pastored at the First Baptist Church, Navasota, Texas, and the Broadway Baptist Church, Fort Worth, Texas. Baten died on November 3, 1924 in Arlington, Texas. © The Cyber Hymnal™

H. N. Lincoln

1859 - 1948 Person Name: Horace Neely Lincoln Composer of "[The hearse was driven to our door]" in The Cyber Hymnal Horace Neely Lincoln, 1859-1948. Horace was the son of James Lincoln and Emaline King, and husband of Etta Lee Thurmand (married 1887). He moved with his family to Texas when he was seven years old. At age 10, he began attending a singing school conducted by James M. Jolley of Mississippi. In 1880, he taught his first singing class in his old neighborhood school house. Later that year, he attended his first normal music school, taught at Mountain Home (now Holland), Texas. Lincoln had other musical training under L. B. Shook (a former student of Philip Bliss) and John McPherson of Illinois. In 1898, he graduated from the Chicago National College of Music, and in 1906 took a post-graduate course under Horatio Palmer. Lincoln eventually became president of the Songland Music Company, and the World’s Normal Musical College. © The Cyber Hymnal™ (hymntime/tch)