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Nancy Ann Allen

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Nancy Ann Allen

Birth
Verona, Lawrence County, Missouri, USA
Death
8 Apr 1953 (aged 88)
Salina, Saline County, Kansas, USA
Burial
Hoberg, Lawrence County, Missouri, USA Add to Map
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Marriage:
February 18, 1886
William Lewis Allen

Children:
Frank R. (White Frank) Allen
Nola Jane Allen
Ira William Allen
Mary Allen
Infant Allen
James Levi Allen
Alice Allen


Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God's own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.


Words: Henry Alford, Psalms and Hymns, 1844.

Marriage:
February 18, 1886
William Lewis Allen

Children:
Frank R. (White Frank) Allen
Nola Jane Allen
Ira William Allen
Mary Allen
Infant Allen
James Levi Allen
Alice Allen


Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.

All the world is God's own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.


Words: Henry Alford, Psalms and Hymns, 1844.



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