Page 329
    WOODVILLE.
  
  
    8s.
  
    "The
  
  
    law
  
  
    is
  
  
    spiritual:
  
  
    but
  
  
    I
  
  
    am
  
  
    carnal,
  
  
    sold
  
  
    under
  
  
    sin."
  
  
    Rom.
  
  
    7-14.
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    B
  
  
    Minor.
  
    Rev.
  
  
    Mr.
  
  
    Thomas,
  
  
    1850.
  
    1. Sin-ners,
  
  
    perhaps
  
  
    this
  
  
    news
  
  
    with
  
  
    you
  
  
    May
  
  
    have
  
  
    no
  
  
    weight,
  
  
    altho'
  
  
    so
  
  
    true;
  
  
    The
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    ged
  
  
    sin
  
  
    -
  
  
    ner
  
  
    will
  
  
    not
  
  
    turn,
  
  
    His
  
  
    heart's
  
  
    so
  
  
    hard
  
  
    he
  
  
    cannot
  
    The
  
  
    car-nal
  
  
    pleasure
  
  
    of
  
  
    this
  
  
    earth
  
  
    Break
  
  
    off
  
  
    the
  
  
    thoughts
  
  
    and
  
  
    fears
  
  
    of
  
  
    death;
  
    2.
  
  
    See
  
  
    blooming
  
  
    youth,
  
  
    all
  
  
    in
  
  
    their
  
  
    prime,
  
  
    And
  
  
    counting
  
  
    up
  
  
    their
  
  
    length
  
  
    of
  
  
    time;
  
  
    But,
  
  
    Oh!
  
  
    the
  
  
    sad,
  
  
    the
  
  
    aw-fnlstate
  
  
    Of
  
  
    those
  
  
    who
  
  
    come,
  
  
    but
  
  
    come
  
  
    too
  
    They
  
  
    oft-times
  
  
    say
  
  
    'tis
  
  
    their
  
  
    in-tent,
  
  
    When
  
  
    they
  
  
    get
  
  
    old,
  
  
    they
  
  
    will
  
  
    re-pent:
  
    3.
  
  
    When
  
  
    Christ
  
  
    the
  
  
    Lord
  
  
    shall
  
  
    come
  
  
    to
  
  
    reign,
  
  
    In
  
  
    solemn
  
  
    pomp
  
  
    and
  
  
    burn-ing
  
  
    flame,
  
  
    Oh!
  
  
    how
  
  
    will
  
  
    pa-rents
  
  
    tremble
  
  
    there
  
  
    who've
  
  
    raised
  
  
    their
  
  
    children
  
  
    without
  
    See
  
  
    Ga-bri-el
  
  
    go
  
  
    pro-claim
  
  
    the
  
  
    sound,
  
  
    A
  
  
    -
  
  
    wake,
  
  
    ye
  
  
    na-tions
  
  
    un-der
  
  
    ground!
  
    mourn
  
  
    much
  
  
    harder
  
  
    than
  
  
    the
  
  
    flint-y
  
  
    rock,
  
  
    It
  
  
    will
  
  
    not
  
  
    break,
  
  
    though
  
  
    Je-sus
  
  
    knock!
  
  
    Arise!
  
  
    A
  
  
    -
  
  
    rise!
  
  
    we're
  
  
    go-ing
  
  
    home,
  
  
    A
  
  
    -
  
  
    way
  
  
    to
  
  
    new
  
  
    Je
  
  
    -
  
  
    ru
  
  
    -
  
  
    sa-lem!
  
    late!
  
  
    The
  
  
    foolish
  
  
    vir-gins
  
  
    did
  
  
    be-gin
  
  
    To
  
  
    knock;
  
  
    but
  
  
    could
  
  
    not
  
  
    en
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter
  
  
    in
  
  
    A
  
  
    -
  
  
    rise
  
  
    a-rise!
  
  
    we,re
  
  
    go
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing
  
  
    home,
  
  
    A
  
  
    -
  
  
    way
  
  
    to
  
  
    new
  
  
    Je
  
  
    - ru - sa - lem!
  
    prayer?
  
  
    methinks
  
  
    you'll
  
  
    hear
  
  
    some
  
  
    children
  
  
    say
  
  
    -I
  
  
    nev
  
  
    -
  
  
    er
  
  
    heard
  
  
    my
  
  
    parents
  
  
    pray
  
  
    !
  
  
    A-rise
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    rise!
  
  
    we're
  
  
    go
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing
  
  
    home,
  
  
    A
  
  
    -
  
  
    way
  
  
    to
  
  
    new
  
  
    Je
  
  
    -
  
  
    ru
  
  
    -
  
  
    sa
  
  
    -
  
  
    lem!
  
    We
  
  
    have
  
  
    been
  
  
    unable
  
  
    to
  
  
    find
  
  
    out
  
  
    anything
  
  
    definite
  
  
    from
  
  
    the
  
  
    oldest
  
  
    Sacret
  
  
    Harp
  
  
    singers
  
  
    about
  
  
    Rev.
  
  
    Mr.
  
  
    Thomas,
  
  
    author
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    tune.
  
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    a
  
  
    member
  
  
    of
  
    the
  
  
    Southern
  
  
    Musical
  
  
    Convontion
  
  
    before
  
  
    the
  
  
    Civil
  
  
    War,
  
  
    but
  
  
    no
  
  
    trace
  
  
    can
  
  
    be
  
  
    found
  
  
    of
  
  
    him
  
  
    since
  
  
    the
  
  
    war.
  
  
    Woodville
  
  
    is
  
  
    a
  
  
    peculiar
  
  
    old
  
  
    minor
  
  
    melody,
  
  
    stands
  
  
    alone
  
  
    in
  
  
    a
  
    great
  
  
    many
  
  
    of
  
  
    its
  
  
    chords.
  
  
    No
  
  
    trace
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    words
  
  
    can
  
  
    be
  
  
    found
  
  
    in
  
  
    any
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    books
  
  
    we
  
  
    have
  
  
    examined.