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Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow

Meter: 8.7 Appears in 53 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow, Learn from me your certain doom; Learn from me your fate tomorrow, Dead--perhaps laid in your tomb! See all nature fading, dying! Silent all things seem to pine; Life from vegetation flying, Brings to mind "the mouldering vine." 2. See! in yonder forest standing, Lofty cedars, how they nod! Scenes of nature how surprising, Read in nature nature's God. Whilst the annual frosts are cropping, Leaves and tendrils from the trees, So our friends are early drooping, We are like to one of these. 3. Hollow winds about me roaring, Noisy waters round me rise; Whilst I sit my fate deploring, Tears fast streaming from my eyes What to me is autumns's treasure Since I know no earthly joy, Long I've lost all youthful pleasure, Time must youth and health destroy. Used With Tune: THE MOULDERING VINE

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THE MOULDERING VINE

Meter: 8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Tune Key: f minor Incipit: 52171 1234 Used With Text: Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow

SONS OF SORROW

Appears in 3 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: Wm. Houser Incipit: 54521 71123 45654 Used With Text: SONS OF SORROW

HAIL YE SONS

Appears in 1 hymnal Composer and/or Arranger: John G. McCurry Used With Text: HAIL YE SONS

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Hail, ye sighing sons of sorrow

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #520 Lyrics: 1. Hail, ye sighing sons of sorrow, View with me th’ autumnal gloom, Learn from thence your fate tomorrow; Dead perhaps, laid in the tomb. See all nature fading, dying, Silent, all things seem to mourn, Life, from vegetation flying, Brings to mind the mould’ring urn. 2. Oft when autumn’s tempest rising Makes the lofty forest nod, Scenes of nature how surprising: Read in nature nature’s God. See, the sov’reign, sole Creator Lives eternal in the skies, Whilst we mortals yield to nature, Bloom awhile, then fade and die. 3. Lo! I hear the air resounding, With expiring insects’ cries; Ah! their moans to me how wounding, Emblems of my age and sighs. Hollow winds around me roaring, Noisy waters round me rise, Whilst I sit my fate deploring, Tears fast streaming from my eyes. 4. What to me is autumn’s treasure, Since I know no earthly joy? Long I’ve lost all youthful pleasure, Time must youth and health destroy. Pleasures once I fondly courted, Shared each bliss that health bestows, But to see where then I sported Now embitters all my woes. 5. Age and sorrow since have blasted Ev’ry youthful, pleasing dream; Quiv’ring age with youth contrasted, O, how short their glories seem! As the annual frosts are cropping Leaves and tendrils from the trees, So my friends are yearly dropping, Through old age and dire disease. 6. Former friends, O, how I’ve sought them! Just to cheer my drooping mind; But they’re gone like leaves in autumn, Driv’n before a dreary wind. Spring and summer, fall and winter, Each in swift succession roll, So my friends in death do enter, Bringing sadness to my soul. 7. Death has laid them down to slumber; Solemn thought, to think that I Soon must be one of that number! Soon — ah, soon, with them to lie! When a few more years are wasted, When a few more scenes are o’er, When a few more griefs are tasted, I shall fall to rise no more. 8. Fast my sun of life declining, Soon will set in endless night: But my hope, pure and refining, Rests in future life and light. Cease this fearing, trembling, sighing, Death will break the sudden gloom; Soon my spirit, flutt’ring, flying, Must be borne beyond the tomb. Tune Title: HOLY MANNA

Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #87 (1854) Meter: 8.7 Lyrics: 1. Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow, Learn from me your certain doom; Learn from me your fate tomorrow, Dead--perhaps laid in your tomb! See all nature fading, dying! Silent all things seem to pine; Life from vegetation flying, Brings to mind "the mouldering vine." 2. See! in yonder forest standing, Lofty cedars, how they nod! Scenes of nature how surprising, Read in nature nature's God. Whilst the annual frosts are cropping, Leaves and tendrils from the trees, So our friends are early drooping, We are like to one of these. 3. Hollow winds about me roaring, Noisy waters round me rise; Whilst I sit my fate deploring, Tears fast streaming from my eyes What to me is autumns's treasure Since I know no earthly joy, Long I've lost all youthful pleasure, Time must youth and health destroy. Languages: English Tune Title: THE MOULDERING VINE

Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow

Hymnal: The American Vocalist #285b (1849) Lyrics: 1 Hail, ye sighing sons of sorrow, View with me th’autumnal gloom, Learn from thence your fate, to-morrow Dead, perhaps laid in the tomb! See all nature fading, dying, Silent, all things seem to mourn, Life from vegetation flying, Brings to mind the mould’ring urn. 2 Oft autumnal tempests rising Makes the lofty forest nod, Scenes of nature, how surprising! Read in nature, nature’s God. See the God, the great Creator, Lives eternal in the sky, While we mortals yield to nature, Bloom awhile, then fade and die. 3 Sorrow now my mind depresses, Autumn shows me my decay; Brings to mind my past distresses, Warns me of a dying day. Autumn makes me melancholy, Strikes dejection through my soul, While I mourn my former folly, Waves of sorrow o'er me roll. 4 What to me are autumn's treasures, Since I know no earthly joy? Long I've lost all youthful pleasures, Time must youth and health destroy. Age and sorrow now have blasted Every youthful, pleasing dream; Quivering age with youth contrasted, Oh how short life's glories seem! 5 Former friends, how oft I’ve sought them! Just to cheer my drooping mind, But they’re gone like leaves in autumn, Driven before the dreary wind. As the annual frosts are cropping Leaves and tendrils from the trees, So my friends are yearly dropping, Through old age and dire disease. 6 Fast my sun of life's declining, I must sleep in death's dark night: But my hope, pure and refining, Rests in future life and light. When a few more years I've wasted, When a few more springs are o'er, When a few more griefs I've tasted, I shall live to die no more. Tune Title: GLOOM OF AUTUMN

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Anonymous

Author of "Hail, ye sighing sons of sorrow" in TTT-Himnaro Cigneta In some hymnals, the editors noted that a hymn's author is unknown to them, and so this artificial "person" entry is used to reflect that fact. Obviously, the hymns attributed to "Author Unknown" "Unknown" or "Anonymous" could have been written by many people over a span of many centuries.

William Moore

1790 - 1850 Composer of "HOLY MANNA" in TTT-Himnaro Cigneta William B Moore USA 1790-1850. He was born, possibly in TN. He was a composer, having contributed tunes to” Wyeth’s Repository” (1810) and known for his tunebook “Columbian Harmony” (1825) in TN. He also composed and arranged several tunes in William Walker’s “Southern Harmony” (1835). John Perry