AMAZING GRACE

"Amazing Grace" is an Early American melody from around 1779
Words by John Newton, 1725-1807
Music -- anonymous
In this writer's opinion, this would be a song that the Workman Families would most likely be singing. This was chosen for my mother, Ola Blankenship McCardell's funeral as ONE of her favorites. [Source: Carrel & Clayton's "Virginia Harmony"]
1. Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
2. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed!
3. Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come;
'Tis grace hath bro't me safe this far, And grace will lead me home.
4. The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secure;
He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures.
Amen.
[optional verses]
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear.
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Mus Jesus bear the cross alone And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for everyone And there's a cross for me.


Sittin' at my own OWN CABIN DOOR


To J. Frank Austin Esq.
"Sitting by My Own Cabin Door" (1864) Ballad.
Written & Composed by Stephen Collins Foster, 1826-1864

1.
Through varied scenes of ease and strife,
I've roam'd the whole world o'er,
But now I calmly glide through life,
While I'm sitting by my own cabin door.
I feel as happy as a king;
And free as the birds that soar,
No sounds of battle round me sing,
While I'm sitting by my own cabin door.

Sitting by my own cabin door, Sitting by my own cabin door.
2.
My time of life is waning fast
Upon this troubles shore,
But still I smile on days gone past,
While I'm sitting by my own cabin door;
The waves of trouble on the sea,
The whirlwinds on the moor,
Can bring no sorrow now to me,
For I'm sitting by my own cabin door.

Sitting by my own cabin door, Sitting by my own cabin door.

OPEN THY LATTICE

To Miss Susan E. Pentland, of Pittsburg, PA
"Open Thy Lattice Love" (1844)
Words by George Pope Morris [Lines from the New Mirror]
Music by Stephen Collins Foster, 1826-1864
1.
Open thy lattice, love listen to me!
The cool balmy breeze is abroad on the sea!
The moon like a queen, roams here realms of blue,
And the stars keep their vigils in heaven for you
Ere morn's gushing light tips the hills with its ray,
Away o'er the waters away and away!
Then open thy lattice, love listen to me!
While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea!
2.
Open thy lattice, love listen to me!
In the voyage of life, love our pilot will be!
He will sit at the helm wherever we rove,
And steer by the load-star he kindled above
His shell for a shallop will cut the bright spray,
Or skim like a bird o'er the waters away;
Then open thy lattice, love listen to me! While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea!
To Miss Susan E. Pentland, of Pittsburg, PA
"Open Thy Lattice Love" (1844)
Words by George Pope Morris [Lines from the New Mirror]
Music by Stephen Collins Foster, 1826-1864
1.
Open thy lattice, love listen to me!
The cool balmy breeze is abroad on the sea!
The moon like a queen, roams here realms of blue,
And the stars keep their vigils in heaven for you
Ere morn's gushing light tips the hills with its ray,
Away o'er the waters away and away!
Then open thy lattice, love listen to me!
While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea!
2.
Open thy lattice, love listen to me!
In the voyage of life, love our pilot will be!
He will sit at the helm wherever we rove,
And steer by the load-star he kindled above
His shell for a shallop will cut the bright spray,
Or skim like a bird o'er the waters away;
Then open thy lattice, love listen to me! While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea!
To Miss Susan E. Pentland, of Pittsburg, PA
"Open Thy Lattice Love" (1844)
Words by George Pope Morris [Lines from the New Mirror]
Music by Stephen Collins Foster, 1826-1864
1.
Open thy lattice, love listen to me!
The cool balmy breeze is abroad on the sea!
The moon like a queen, roams here realms of blue,
And the stars keep their vigils in heaven for you
Ere morn's gushing light tips the hills with its ray,
Away o'er the waters away and away!
Then open thy lattice, love listen to me!
While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea!
2.
Open thy lattice, love listen to me!
In the voyage of life, love our pilot will be!
He will sit at the helm wherever we rove,
And steer by the load-star he kindled above
His shell for a shallop will cut the bright spray,
Or skim like a bird o'er the waters away;
Then open thy lattice, love listen to me! While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea!
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