Sassie Sings Christian Hymns

Must Jesus Bear The Cross Alone, is one of my favorite church hymns all my life. Sassie Raye-Joplin Hill loves it too. And you can tell in the fantastic "dog intrepretation" of the hymn! Public Domain. Now, remember, I do not even try to play them as slow as they should be played. Why? Sassie's voice gives out, and she starts coughing. And something else, it is fun to play the tune, either in the second or first position, and these are in 2nd position; it is lot more fun to play behind a singer or in a band, where your adding incredible harp RIFFs. You gotta love it.

Words: Stanza 1: Thom­as Shep­herd, Pen­i­ten­tial Cries, 1693, alt. Stanza 2: ap­par­ent­ly from a miss­ion­ary col­lect­ion pub­lished in Nor­wich, Eng­land, ear­ly 19th Cen­tu­ry. Stan­za 3: The Ober­lin So­cial and Sab­bath School Hymn Book, by George N. Al­len, 1844. Stan­zas 4-5: From the Ply­mouth Col­lection of Hymns and Tunes, by Hen­ry W. Beech­er (New York: AMS. Barnes and Burr, 1855).
Music: Mait­land, George N. Al­len, in The Ob­er­lin So­cial and Sab­bath Hymn Book, 1844 (MI­DI, score).

Sweet Hour Of Prayer. What can I say, that hasn't been said about this hymn in the past. It is an incredible song. Public Domain, means I don't have to pay a dime for using it. If you notice that I am holding Sassie up close to my face. I think on the rest of these hymns, I will have Marcella take a picure of both of us, with Sassie singing right by my face. Sassie has an astounding rang, but, the most incredible thing she does with her vocals, are the moaning blues, even better than Hank Williams, Ray Charles, and Janice Joplin.
Sweet Hour of Prayer

Words: W. W. Walford, 1845; appeared in The New York Observer, September 13, 1845, accompanied by the following, written by Thomas Salmon:

During my residence at Coleshill, Warwickshire, England, I became acquainted with W. W. Walford, the blind preacher, a man of obscure birth and connections and no education, but of strong mind and most retentive memory. In the pulpit he never failed to select a lesson well adapted to his subject, giving chapter and verse with unerring precision and scarcely ever misplacing a word in his repetition of the Psalms, every part of the New Testament, the prophecies, and some of the histories, so as to have the reputation of “knowing the whole Bible by heart.” He actually sat in the chimney corner, employing his mind in composing a sermon or two for Sabbath delivery, and his hands in cutting, shaping and polishing bones for shoe horns and other little useful implements. At intervals he attempted poetry. On one occasion, paying him a visit, he repeated two or three pieces which he had composed, and having no friend at home to commit them to paper, he had laid them up in the storehouse within. “How will this do?” asked he, as he repeated the following lines, with a complacent smile touched with some light lines of fear lest he subject himself to criticism. I rapidly copied the lines with my pencil, as he uttered them, and sent them for insertion in the Observer, if you should think them worthy of preservation.