{"id":9104,"date":"2023-01-03T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-01-03T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9104"},"modified":"2023-01-03T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-01-03T06:00:00","slug":"the-good-old-hymns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-good-old-hymns\/","title":{"rendered":"The Good Old Hymns"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1915-01-03\/ed-1\/seq-18\/\">Omaha Daily Bee, January 3, 1915<\/a>. By Frank L. Stanton.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s a lot of music in \u2018em\u2014the hymns of long ago,<br\/>And when some gray-haired brother sings the ones I used to know,<br\/>I sorter want to take a hand, I think of days gone by,<br\/>\u201cOn Jordan\u2019s stormy banks I stand and cast a wistful eye!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s lots of music in \u2018em\u2014those dear, sweet hymns of old,<br\/>With visions bright of lands of light and shining streets of gold;<br\/>And I hear \u2018em ringing\u2014singing, where mem\u2019ry, dreaming, stands,<br\/>\u201cFrom Greenland\u2019s icy mountains to India\u2019s coral strands.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>They seem to sing forever of holier, sweeter days,<br\/>When the lilies of the love of God bloomed white in all the ways;<br\/>And I want to hear their music from the old-time meetin\u2019s rise<br\/>Till \u201cI can read my title clear to mansions in the skies.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>We never needed singin\u2019 books in them old days\u2014we knew<br\/>The words, the tunes of every one\u2014the dear old hymn book through!<br\/>We didn\u2019t have no trumpets then, no organs built for show,<br\/>We only sang to praise the Lord, \u201cfrom whom all blessings flow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>An\u2019 so I love the good old hymns, and when my time shall come\u2014<br\/>Before my light has left me and my singing lips are dumb\u2014<br\/>If I can hear \u2018em sing them then, I\u2019ll pass without a sigh<br\/>To \u201cCanaan\u2019s fair and happy land, where my possessions lie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Omaha Daily Bee, January 3, 1915. By Frank L. Stanton. There\u2019s a lot of music in \u2018em\u2014the hymns of long ago,And when some gray-haired brother sings the ones I used to know,I sorter want to take a hand, I think of days gone by,\u201cOn Jordan\u2019s stormy banks I stand and cast a wistful [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[126],"class_list":["post-9104","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-frank-l-stanton"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9104","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9104"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9104\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9104"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9104"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9104"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}