BEER & HYMNS

SAINT PATRICK’S

MERCY LOUNGE

FRIDAY MARCH 17 2017

NASHVILLE TENNESSEE

Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye The Wild Rover

Guide Me O Thou Great Jehovah Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee Up From The Grave He Arose For The Beauty Of The Earth

Danny Boy

When The Saints Go Marching In Molly Malone (Cockles & Mussels)

Will The Circle Be Unbroken? I Need Thee Every Hour

Be Thou My Vision It Is Well (With My Soul)

Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God Almighty! A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

The King of Love My Shepherd Is Nearer My God To Thee!

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing Amazing Grace

BEER & HYMNS

SAINT PATRICK’S

MARCH 17 2017

MERCY LOUNGE

NASHVILLE TENNESSEE

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1. Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye Irish Traditional, Late 18th Century

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy A stick in me hand, a drop in me eye A doleful damsel I heard cry Johnny I hardly knew ye

With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye

Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild When my poor heart you first beguiled Why did ye skidaddle from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home All from the island of Saloam So low in flesh, so high in bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye

2. The Wild Rover Irish Traditional, Late 16th Century I've been a wild rover for many a year And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never No nay never no more Will I play the wild rover No never no more

I went into an ale-house I used to frequent And I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay!” “Such a custom as yours I could have any day!" And out of me pocket I took sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best” “—And the words that I said, sure were only in jest!” I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son And if they forgive me as oft’times before Then I never will play the wild rover no more

3. Guide Me O Thou Great Jehovah William Williams, 1791

Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, pilgrim through this barren land I am weak, but Thou art mighty; hold me with Thy powerful hand Bread of heaven, bread of heaven Feed me till I want no more Feed me till I want no more

Open now the crystal fountain, where the living waters flow Let the river of salvation, follow all the desert through Strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer Be Thou still my Strength and Shield Be Thou still my Strength and Shield

When I tread the verge of Jordan, bid my anxious fears subside Death of death and hell's destruction, land me safe on Canaan's side Songs of praises, songs of praises I will ever give to Thee I will ever give to Thee

4. Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee Ludwig van Beethoven, 1824; van Dyke, 1907

Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as the sun above Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day! All Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heaven reflect Thy rays Stars and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea Chanting bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in Thee Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blessed Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest! Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, all who live in love are Thine Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine Mortals, join the happy chorus, which the morning stars began Love divine is reigning o'er us, brother love binds man to man Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife Joyful music leads us Sunward in the triumph song of life

5. Up From The Grave He Arose Robert Lowry, 1874

Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave he arose With a mighty triumph o'er his foes He arose a victor from the dark domain And he lives forever, with his saints to reign He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch his bed, Jesus my Savior Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!

Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

6. For The Beauty of The Earth Conrad Kocher, 1838

For the beauty of the earth; for the beauty of the skies For the love which from our birth over and around us lies Lord of all, to thee we raise: this, our hymn of grateful of praise

For the beauty of each hour of the day and of the night Hill and vale and tree and flower, sun and moon and stars of light Lord of all, to thee we raise: this, our hymn of grateful of praise For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child Friends of earth, and friends above, for all gentle thoughts and mild Lord of all to thee we raise: this, our hymn of grateful of praise

7. Danny Boy Irish Traditional Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling ‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow ‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You’ll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me

And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me

8. When the Saints Go Marching In New Orleans Jazz Traditional, ca. 1900

Oh, when the saints go marching in Oh, when the saints go marching in Lord, how I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in And when the sun refuse to shine And when the sun refuse to shine Lord, how I want to be in that number When the sun refuse to shine

Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call Lord, how I want to be in that number When the trumpet sounds its call Oh When the new world is revealed Oh When the new world is revealed Lord, how I want to be in that number When the new world is revealed

9. Molly Malone (Cockles and Mussels) Irish Traditional, mid-19th Century

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheels her wheelbarrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying, “Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!”

Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! Crying, “Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!”

She was a fishmonger but sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they both wheeled their barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying, “Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!” She died of a fever and no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone But her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying, “Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!”

10. Will The Circle Be Unbroken? Charles H. Gabriel and Ada R. Habershon, 1907 There are loved ones in the glory Whose dear forms you often miss When you close your earthly story Will you join them in their bliss?

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by? Is a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky?

You remember songs of heaven Which you sang with childish voice Do you love the hymns they taught you Or are songs of earth your choice?

One by one their seats were emptied One by one they went away Now the family is parted Will it be complete one day?

11. I Need Thee Every Hour Annie S. Hawks, 1872

I need Thee ev'ry hour, most gracious Lord; no tender voice like Thine Can peace afford

I need Thee, O I need Thee! Ev'ry hour I need Thee O bless me now, my Savior! I come to Thee

I need Thee ev'ry hour; stay Thou nearby; temptations lose their power When Thou art nigh

I need Thee ev'ry hour; teach me thy will, and Thy rich promises in me fulfill

12. Be Thou My Vision Irish Traditional

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart Nought be all else to me, save that Thou Art Thou my best thought, by day or by night Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light Riches I heed not, nor vain, empty praise Thou mine inheritance, now and always Thou and Thou only, first in my heart Great God of heaven, my Treasure Thou art Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true word I ever with thee and Thou with me Lord Heart of my own heart whatever befall Still be my vision, O Ruler of all

13. It Is Well With My Soul Horatio Spafford, 1873

When peace like a river, attendeth my way When sorrows like sea billows roll Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say It is well, it is well, with my soul

It is well, (it is well), with my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well, with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come Let this bless’d assurance control That Christ has regarded my helpless estate And hath shed His own blood for my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought My sin, not in part but the whole Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight The clouds be rolled back as a scroll The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend Even so, it is well, with my soul

14. Holy Holy Holy! Lord God Almighty! Reginald Heber, 1827

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty God in three persons, blessed Trinity Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee Perfect in power, in love, and purity Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty God in three persons, blessed Trinity

15. A Mighty Fortress Is Our God Martin Luther, 1529

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing Our helper he, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe His craft and power are great and armed with cruel hate On earth is not his equal

Did we in our own strength confide our striving would be losing Were not the right man on our side, the man of God’s own choosing Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is he Lord Sabaoth his name, from age to age the same And he must win the battle

And though this world with devils filled, should threaten to undo us We will not fear, for God hath willed his truth to triumph through us The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure One little word shall fell him

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth The Spirit and the gifts are ours through him who with us sideth Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also The body they may kill; God’s truth abideth still His kingdom is forever

16. The King of Love My Shepherd Is H.W. Baker, 1868

The King of love my shepherd is whose goodness faileth never I nothing lack if I am his, and he is mine forever

Where streams of living water flow, my ransomed soul he leadeth And where the verdant pastures grow, with food celestial feedeth

Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed, but yet in love he sought me And on his shoulder gently laid, and home, rejoicing, brought me

In death's dark vale I fear no ill, with thee, dear Lord, beside me Thy rod and staff my comfort still, thy cross before to guide me

And so through all the length of days, thy goodness faileth never Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise, within thy house forever

17. Nearer My God to Thee! Sarah Flower Edwards, 1841

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me Still all my song shall be nearer, my God, to Thee

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down Darkness be over me, my rest a stone Yet in my dreams I'd be nearer, my God, to Thee

There let the way appear steps unto heav'n All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv'n Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee

Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee

18. Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing Robert Robinson, 1758

Come Thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above Praise the Mount! I’m fixed upon it, mount of God’s unchanging love Here I raise my Ebenezer, hither by Thy help I’m come And I hope by Thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God He to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be! Let that grace now, like a fetter, bind my wand’ring heart to Thee Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above

19. Amazing Grace John Newton, 1779

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 ’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed! Through many dangers toils and snares, I have already come ’Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, and grace will bring me home The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures He will my shield and portion be as long as life endures When we’ve been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise than when we’d first begun