Hallelujah : the poetry of classic hymns

Foreword: grandmothers and grand hymns

Preface: songs for the journey

Introduction: breathing towards heaven

The hymns

1529-1699: Still thine angels 'round me sing

A mighty fortress is our God

Now thank we all our God

The lord will come and not be slow

Now all the woods are sleeping

Give to the winds thy fears

Awake, my soul, and with the sun

Now from the altar of my heart

As pants the hart for cooling streams

1700-1799: Let every heart prepare Him room

There is a land of pure delight

When I survey the wond'rous cross

Joy to the world

Descend from heav'n, immortal dove

Who are these like stars appearing

Hark, the herald angels sing

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Peace be to this habitation

See how great a flame aspires

I want a principle within

Come, thou fount of every blessing

Thou lovely source of true delight

Amazing grace

Sometimes a light surprises

God moves in a mysterious way

Precious Bible! what a treasure

Tho' troubles assail

Blest be the tie that binds

City called heaven

1800-1899: 'Tis the gift to be free

When spring unlocks the flowers

I love to steal awhile away

Lord, teach us how to pray aright

Angels from the realms of glory

Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee

The perfect world / by Adam Trod

Go down, Moses

The hour-glass

O where are kings and empires now

Nearer, my God, to thee

Believe not those who say

A little kingdom I possess

Simple gifts

It came upon the midnight clear

Every time I feel the Spirit

Ring out the old, ring in the new

Good King Wenceslas

What a friend we have in Jesus

The voice that breathed o'er Eden

We three kings of orient are

Again, as evening's shadow fall

Eternal Father, strong to save

Even me

I heard the bells on Christmas Day

Shall we gather at the river?

'Tis winter now, the fallen snow

O little town of Bethlehem

Lord, speak to me

Saved by grace

America the beautiful

1900-present: All Christly souls are one in Him

Lift every voice and sing

I'll overcome some day

Be thou my vision

His eye is on the sparrow

O God of earth and altar

Joyful, joyful, we adore thee

In Christ there is no east or west

Will the circle be unbroken?

In the garden

O God, I cried, no dark disguise

The prodigal son

Precious Lord, take my hand

Now the silence

As we gather at your table

Prayer for creation