timdabap
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do you sing hymns ? not the choruses that some churches are wont to sing, accompanied by their crash-boom-bangs. But hymns that teach, hymns rich in doctrines. the hymns we sing (acapella) in PB churches are not always hymns that were written by Primitive Baptists, but, even by other children of God in other denominations. Here are two of the hymns we often sing in our current Primitive Baptist fellowship here in Bohol, Philippines:
How Sweet To Die
written by An Whitten
In Memory of Elder S.A. Paine and his last words: "Oh, how sweet to die"....
1. Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Savior bids me come,
Sweet angels beckon from on high, Then O how sweet to die;
2. I'm glad that I am born to die, From grief, my soul shall fly,
Sweet angels beckon from on high, Then O how sweet to die.
3. I'll praise my Savior while I've breath, I'll praise Him after death,
I'll praise His matchless Name on high, Then O how sweet to die.
O Sing To Me Of Heav'n
by Mary S.B. Dana (1810-1883)
1.O sing to me of heav'n, When I am called to die
Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To waft my soul on high.
2.When cold and sluggish drops, roll off my marble brow,
Break forth in songs of joyfulness, let heav'n begin below.
3. When the last moment comes, O watch my dying face,
To catch the briight seraphic gleam, which on each feature plays.
4. Then to my raptured ear, let one sweet song be giv'n,
Let music cheer me last on earth, And greet me first in heav'n.
Chorus:
There'll be no sorrow there, there'll be no sorrow there,
In heav'n above, where all is love, There'll be no sorrow there.
FWIW.
How Sweet To Die
written by An Whitten
In Memory of Elder S.A. Paine and his last words: "Oh, how sweet to die"....
1. Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Savior bids me come,
Sweet angels beckon from on high, Then O how sweet to die;
2. I'm glad that I am born to die, From grief, my soul shall fly,
Sweet angels beckon from on high, Then O how sweet to die.
3. I'll praise my Savior while I've breath, I'll praise Him after death,
I'll praise His matchless Name on high, Then O how sweet to die.
O Sing To Me Of Heav'n
by Mary S.B. Dana (1810-1883)
1.O sing to me of heav'n, When I am called to die
Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To waft my soul on high.
2.When cold and sluggish drops, roll off my marble brow,
Break forth in songs of joyfulness, let heav'n begin below.
3. When the last moment comes, O watch my dying face,
To catch the briight seraphic gleam, which on each feature plays.
4. Then to my raptured ear, let one sweet song be giv'n,
Let music cheer me last on earth, And greet me first in heav'n.
Chorus:
There'll be no sorrow there, there'll be no sorrow there,
In heav'n above, where all is love, There'll be no sorrow there.
FWIW.
