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James Russell Woodford   1 comment

Above:  James Russell Woodford

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James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), writer and translator of hymns, was an Anglo-Catholic priest and, from 1873 to 1885, the Bishop of Ely, England.



Not By Thy Mighty Hand:

Within the Father’s House:


Christ, Above All Glory Seated:

God from On High Hath Heard:

Lord of the Hearts of Men:

Thee We Adore, O Hidden Saviour:


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Lord of the Hearts of Men   2 comments

Above:  All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, May 14, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Original Text (1736) by Charles Coffin (1676-1749)

English Translation (1863) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1911), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.


Lord of the hearts of men,

Thou hast vouchsafed to bless,

From age to age, Thy chosen saints

With fruits of holiness.


Here faith and hope and love

Reign in sweet bond allied;

There, when this little day is o’er,

Shall love alone abide.


O love, O truth, O light!

Light never to decay!

O rest from thousand labors past!

O endless Sabbath day!


Here, amid cares and tears,

Bearing the seed we come;

There, with rejoicing hearts, we bring

Our harvest burdens home.


Give, mighty Lord Divine,

The fruits Thyself dost love;

Soon shalt Thou, from Thy judgment-seat,

Crown Thine own gifts above.

Christ, Above All Glory Seated   3 comments

Above:  Christ in Majesty

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Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1911), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Anonymous Latin Text (500s or 600s)

English Translation (1852) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)


Christ, above all glory seated,

King triumphant, strong to save,

Dying, Thou hast death defeated,

Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave.


Thou art gone where now is given

What no mortal might could gain,

On the eternal throne of heaven

In Thy Father’s power to reign.


There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee,

Heaven above and earth below;

While the depths of hell before Thee

Trembling and amazed bow.


We, O Lord, with hearts adoring,

Follow Thee beyond the sky:

Hear our prayers Thy grace imploring,

Lift our souls to Thee on high;


So when Thou again in glory

On the clouds of heaven shalt shine,

We Thy flock may stand before Thee,

Owned for evermore as Thine.


Hail!  all hail!  In Thee confiding,

Jesus, Thee shall all adore,

In Thy Father’s might abiding

With one Spirit evermore.

Within the Father’s House   1 comment

Above:  Young Jesus in the Temple

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Text (1863) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1941), Evangelical and Reformed Church


Within the Father’s house

The Son hath found His home;

And to His temple suddenly

The Lord of life hath come.


The doctors of the law

Gaze on the wondrous Child,

And marvel at His gracious words

Of wisdom undefiled.


Yet not to them is given

The mighty truth to know,

To lift the fleshly veil which hides

Incarnate God below.


The secret of the Lord

Escapes each human eye,

And faithful pondering hearts await

The full epiphany.


Lord, visit Thou our souls,

And teach us by Thy grace

Each dim revealing of Thyself

With loving awe to trace;


Till from our darkened sight

The cloud shall pass away,

And on the cleansed soul shall burst

The everlasting day.

Not By Thy Mighty Hand   1 comment

Above:  Parable of the Sower

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Text (1863) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal 1916 (1918), The Episcopal Church


Not by Thy Mighty hand,

Thy wondrous works alone,

But by the marvels of Thy Word,

Thy glory, Lord, is known.


Forth from the eternal gates,

Thine everlasting home,

To sow the seed of truth below,

Thou didst vouchsafe to come.


And still from age to age,

Thou, gracious Lord, hast been

The Bearer forth of goodly seed,

The Sower still unseen.


And Thou wilt come again,

And heaven beneath Thee bow,

To reap the harvest Thou has sown,

Sower and Reaper Thou.


Watch, Lord, Thy harvest field,

With Thine unsleeping eye,

The children of the Kingdom keep

To Thy Epiphany;


That when, in Thy great day,

The tares shall severed be,

We may be surely gathered in

With all Thy saints to Thee.

Thee We Adore, O Hidden Saviour   2 comments

Above:  St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, May 21, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

Original Latin Text by Saint Thomas Aquinas (1227-1274)

English Translation by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)


Thee we adore, O hidden Saviour, thee

Who in thy sacrament art pleased to be;

Both flesh and spirit in thy presence fail,

Yet here thy Presence we devoutly hail.


O blest Memorial of our dying Lord,

Who living bread to men doth here afford!

O may our souls feed for ever on thee,

And thou, O Christ, for ever precious be.


Fountain of goodness, Jesu, Lord and God,

Cleanse us, unclean, with thy most cleansing Blood!

Increase our faith and love, that we may know

The hope and peace which from thy Presence flow.


O Christ, whom now beneath a veil we see,

May what we thirst for soon our portion be,

To gaze on thee unveiled, and see thy face,

The vision of thy glory and thy grace.

God From On High Hath Heard   3 comments

God From On High Hath Heard

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = Pilgrim Hymnal (1935), Congregational Christian Churches

Original Latin Words by Father Charles Coffin (1676-1749)

English Translation by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885)


1. God from on high hath heard:

Let sighs and sorrows cease;

The skies unfold, and lo!

Descends the gift of peace.

2. Hark! On the midnight air

Celestial voices swell;

The hosts of heav’n proclaim

“God comes on earth to dwell!”

3. Haste with the shepherds; see

The mystery of grace:

A manger bed, a child,

Is all the eye can trace.

4. O child, thy silence speaks,

And bids us not refuse

To bear what flesh would shun,

To spurn what flesh would choose.

5. Fill us with holy love;

Heal thou our earthly pride;

Be born within our hearts,

And ever there abide.