Shout and Go Round

by Wheeler & Sablosky

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Come, fathers and mothers, Come, sisters and brothers, Come, join us in singing the praises of Jesus; O, fathers, don't you feel determined, To meet within the walls of Zion. We'll shout and go round, We'll shout and go round, We'll shout and go round the walls of Zion. Hosanna to Jesus! I'm filled with his praises! Come, O my dear brethren and join me in singing; O, mothers, don't you feel determined, To meet within the walls of Zion. We'll shout and go round, We'll shout and go round, We'll shout and go round the walls of Zion.
I'm tired of visits, modes, and forms, And flatt'ries paid to fellow worms; Their conversation cloys. Their vain amours and empty stuff; But I can ne'er enjoy enough Of thy best company, my Lord, Thou life of all my joys. When he begins to tell his love, Thro' ev'ry vein my passions move, The captives of his tongue; In midnight shades, on frosty ground, I could attend the pleasing sound; Nor should I feel December cold, Nor think the seasons long. Fly from my thoughts, all human things And sporting swains, and fighting kings, And tales of wanton love; My soul disdains that little snare, The tangles of Amira's hair; Thine arms, my God, are sweeter bands, Nor can my heart remove.
Ye golden lamps of heav'n farewell, With all your feeble light; Farewell thou ever changing moon, Pale empress of the night. And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames array'd; My soul which springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid. And when this heart and flesh shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess beyond the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth will soon dissolve like snow, The sun forebear to shine; But you, who called me here below, Shall be forever mine.
Here in the vineyard of my Lord I love to live and labor, And be obedient to my God Until my dying hour. I love to see the lilies grow And view them all a-standing In the right place while here below, Just as the Lord commanded We ofttimes meet both night and day: A faithful band of pilgrims; We read, we sing, we preach and pray And find the Lord most precious. But, while we sing this song of love, Our hearts are deeply wounded; Perhaps we all may meet no more Here in a congregation. But, if on earth we meet no more, We hope to meet in heaven, Where congregations ne'er break up, But dwell in sweet communion; Where all the ransomed church of God Shall meet no more to sever, With not a sorrow, pain or tear: Sing one sweet chord forever.
The time is swiftly rolling on When I must faint and die, My body to the dust return And there forgotten lie. My loving wife, my bosom friend, The object of my love, The time's been sweet I've spent with thee, My sweet and harmless dove. Though I must now depart from you Let not this grieve your heart, For you will shortly come to me Where we shall never part.
Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell, Since you and I must part; I go away, and here you stay, But still we're join'd at heart. Your love to me has been most free, Your conversation sweet; How can I bear to journey where With you I cannot meet? If I'm call'd home whilst I am gone Indulge no tears for me; I hope to sing and praise my King, To all eternity. Millions of years over the spheres Shall pass in sweet repose, While beauty bright unto my sight Thy sacred sweets disclose. If you die first, anon you must, The will of God be done; I hope the Lord will you reward, With an immortal crown.
And am I born to die? To lay this body down! And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot! Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be!
I know that my Redeemer lives, I have a home in glory, What comfort this sweet sentence gives, I have a home in glory, O glory, O glory, There's room enough in Paradise, To have a home in glory. Come on my partners in distress, We have a home in glory, My comrades through the wilderness, We have a home in glory, O glory, O glory, There's room enough in Paradise, To have a home in glory.


Traditional tunes from the Original Sacred Harp and the Shenandoah Harmony arranged and sung in duet by Linnea Sablosky and Stuart Wheeler.


released February 28, 2020

Recorded and mixed by Colin Lindenfield.
Mastered by Michael Kieffer.
Art by Julie Fraenkel.
Graphic design by Jasmine Stack.
Special thanks to Brandon Armstrong, Allison Blake Steel, Tim Eriksen, the Lee family and Village Harmony.


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