Works
Besides his many hymns, Schreiner wrote a book entitled Organ Voluntaries.
Schreiner wrote the music to the following hymns in the 1985 English edition of the Latter-day Saint hymnal:
- Truth Eternal (#4)
- Lead Me Into Life Eternal (#45)
- Thy Spirit, Lord, Has Stirred Our Souls (#157)
- While of These Emblems We Partake (Aeolian) (#174)
- God Loved Us, So He Sent His Son (#187)
- In Memory of the Crucified (#190)
- Lord, Accept into thy Kingdom (#236)
- Behold Thy Sons and Daughters Lord (#238)
- Holy Temples on Mount Zion (#289)
Some of his writings refer specifically to his association with the Tabernacle organ such as the following:
- Schreiner, Alexander. Alexander Schreiner Reminisces (Salt Lake City, 1984).
- Schreiner, Alexander. "100 Years of Organs in the Mormon Tabernacle." The Diapason (November 1967)
- Schreiner, Alexander. "The Tabernacle Organ in Salt Lake City." Organ Institute Quarterly, Vol. 7, No. 1 (1957)
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