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E. Bert Riddles

Short Name: E. Bert Riddles
Full Name: Riddles, E. Bert (Edwin Bert)
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Texts by E. Bert Riddles (27)sort descendingAsAuthority LanguagesInstances
Are you discouraged on the journey of lifeRev. E. B. Riddles (Author)English1
Are you waiting at the poolE. Bert Riddles (Author)1
Bear the gospel message everywhere you goE. Bert Riddles (Author)English2
Brother I'm looking for a crossing, ever this dark cold stream of deathRev. E. Burt Riddles (Author)English1
By clouds my sky was overcastE. Bert Riddles (Author)English2
Ere you turn away from JesusE. Bert Riddles (Author)1
How I love to tell the wondrous story of the mighty loveE. Bert Riddle (Author)English1
In this age of strife, beware, there's confusion everywhereE. Bert Riddles (Author)English1
Many stories are written of hope and loveE. Bert Riddles (Author)1
O the days of childhood, O my youth's happy hoursE. B. R. (Author)English1
O troubled soul by sin cast downRev. E. Bert Riddle (Author)English1
Once Jesus was weary and longing for restE. B. R. (Author)English1
Once my feet roamed awayE. B. R. (Author)English1
Someone will knock at heaven's gateE. B. R. (Author)English2
Somewhere beyond this land of turmoil and strifeE. Bert Riddles (Author)English1
The harvest is white, but the laborers are fewRev. E. B. R. (Author)English2
The harvest is white, O Christian brotherRev. E. B. Riddle (Author)English1
The shades of evening softly fall, the shadows eastward turnRev. E. B. R. (Author)English1
There's a gathering tear in a fond Mother's eyeE. B. R. (Author)English1
There's a train that's bound for heaven, running on the glory lineRev. E. B. Riddles (Author)English1
They were all of one accord, they were waiting on the LordE. B. R. (Author)English1
Through the darkness, there comes a sorrowful cryE. B. R. (Author)English4
We are traveling to our home, Never from its abode to roamB. R. (Author)English1
When the night was dark, And the sin clouds rolledE. Bert Riddles (Author)English1
When the sheepfold door was shut and the sheep were safely shelteredE. B. R. (Author)English1
When the Shepherd went seeking His straying sheepE. Bert Riddles (Author)English1
While walking down life's winding roadE. Bert Riddles (Author)English1
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