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Our Thought of Thee Is Glad   2 comments

Above:  Flag of the United States of America from 1877 to 1890

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnal (1935), of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ

Words (1883) by John Greenleaf Whittier


1.  Our thought of thee is glad with hope,

O Country of our love and pray’r;

Thy way is down no fatal slope,

But up to freer sun and air.

2.  Great, without seeking to be great

By fraud or conquest, rich in gold,

But richer in the large estate

Of virtue which thy children hold.

3.  With peace that comes of purity,

And strength to simple justice due:

So runs our loyal dream of thee,

God of our fathers, make it true.

4.  O land of lands! to thee we give

Our love, our trust, our service free;

For thee thy sons shall nobly live,

And at thy need shall die for thee.

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The Grave of John Greenleaf Whittier

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John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) was a great poet and a prominent abolitionist.


O Holy Father!  Just and True:

All Things Are Thine; No Gift Have We:

Immortal Love, Forever Full:

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind:

I Bow My Forehead to the Dust:

When On My Day of Life the Night is Falling:

Our Thought of Thee is Glad:


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When On My Day of Life the Night is Falling   1 comment


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Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1935), of the Methodist Episcopal Church, the Methodist Protestant Church, and the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, forebears of The Methodist Church (1939-1968) and The United Methodist Church (1968-)

Words by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)


1.  When on my day of life the night is falling,

And, in the wind from unsunned spaces blown,

I hear far voices out of darkness calling

My feet to paths unknown;

2.  Thou, who hast made my home of life so pleasant,

Leave not its tenant when its walls decay;

O Love Divine, O Helper ever present,

Be Thou my strength and stay.

3.  I have but Thee, my Father! let Thy Spirit

Be with me then to comfort and uphold;

No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit,

Nor street of shining gold.

4.  Suffice it if my good and ill unreckoned,

And both forgiven thro’ Thine abounding grace–

I find my self by hands familiar beckoned

Unto my fitting place,–

5.  Some humble door among Thy many mansions,

Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease,

And flows for ever through heaven’s green expansions

The river of thy peace.

6.  There, from the music round about me stealing,

I fain would learn the new and holy song,

And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing,

The life for which I long.

I Bow My Forehead to the Dust   1 comment

John Greenleaf Whittier

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

Words by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) in 1867


1.  I bow my forehead to the dust,

I veil mine eyes for shame,

And urge, in trembling distrust,

A prayer without a claim.

No offering of mine own I have,

No works my faith to prove;

I can but give the gifts He gave,

And plead His love for love.

2.  I know not what the future hath

Of marvel or surprise,

Assured alone that life and death

His mercy underlies.

And so beside the silent sea

I wait the muffled oar;

No harm from Him can come to me

On Ocean or on shore.

3.  I know not where His islands lift

Their fronded palms in air;

I only know I cannot drift

Beyond His love and care.

And Thou, O Lord, by whom are seen

Thy creatures as they be,

Forgive me if too close I lean

My human heart on Thee.

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind   1 comment

Sunrise on the Sea of Galilee

Image Source = U.S. Library of Congress


Words by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), a great American poet

Hymn Source = Hymnbook for Christian Worship (1970), of the American Baptist Convention and the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ)


1.  Dear Lord and Father of Mankind,

Forgive our foolish ways!

Reclothe us in our rightful mind,

In purer lives thy service find,

In deeper reverence, praise.

2.  In simple trust like theirs who heard,

Beside the Syrian sea,

The gracious calling of the Lord,

Let us, like them, without a word,

Rise up and follow thee.

3.  O Sabbath rest by Galilee!

O calm of hills above,

Where Jesus knelt to share with theee

The silence of eternity,

Interpreted by love!

4. Drop thy still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,

And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of thy peace.

5.  Breathe through the heats of our desire

Thy coolness and thy balm;

Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;

Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,

O still, small voice of calm.

Immortal Love, Forever Full   1 comment

Above:  John Greenleaf Whittier

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Words by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), U.S. Quaker and Poet

Hymn Source = Hymnbook for Christian Worship (1970), of the American Baptist Convention and the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ)


1.  Immortal Love, forever full,

Forever flowing free,

Forever shared, forever whole,

A never ebbing sea!

2.  We may not climb the heavenly steeps

To bring the Lord Christ down;

In vain we search the lowest deeps,

For him no depths can drown.

3.  But warm, sweet, tender, even yet

A present help is he;

And faith has still its Olivet,

And love its Galilee.

4.  The healing of his seamless dress

Is by our beds of pain;

We touch him in life’s throng and press

And we are whole again.

5.  O Lord and Master of us all,

What e’er our name or sign,

We own thy sway, we hear thy call,

We test our lives by thine.

All Things Are Thine; No Gift Have We, by John Greenleaf Whittier   1 comment

John Greenleaf Whittier

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Hymn Source = The Presbyterian Hymnal (1927), of the Presbyterian Church in the United States


1.  All things are Thine; no gift have we

Lord of all gifts, to offer Thee;

And hence with grateful hearts today,

Thine own before Thy feet we lay.

2.  Thy will was in the builders’ thought;

Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought;

Through mortal motive, scheme and plan,

Thy wise eternal purpose ran.

3.  In weakness and in want we call

On Thee for whom the heav’ns are small;

Thy glory is Thy children’s good,

Thy joy Thy tender Fatherhood.

4.  O Father, deign these walls to bless;

Fill with Thy love their emptiness;

And let their door a gateway be

To lead us from ourselves to Thee.

O Holy Father! Just and True, by John Greenleaf Whittier   1 comment

John Greenleaf Whittier

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An 1837 hymn Whittier wrote to commemorate the abolition of slavery within the British Empire


1.  O Holy Father!  just and true

Are all Thy works and words and ways,

And unto Thee alone are due

Thanksgiving and eternal praise!

As children of Thy gracious care,

We veil the eyes, we bend the knee,

With broken words of praise and prayer,

Father and God, we come to Thee.

2.  For Thou has heard, O God of Right,

The sighing of the island slave;

And stretched for him the arm of might,

Nor shortened that it could not save.

The laborer sits beneath his vine,

The shackled soul and hand are free;

Thanksgiving! for the work is Thine!

Praise! for the blessing is of Thee!

3.  And oh, we feel Thy presence here,

Thy awful arm in judgment bare!

Thine eye hath seen the bondman’s tear;

Thine ear hath heard the bondman’s prayer.

Praise!  for the pride of man is low,

The counsels of the wise are naught,

The fountains of repentance flow;

What hath our God in mercy wrought?

4.  Speed on Thy work, Lord God of Hosts!

And when the bondman’s chain is riven,

And swells from all our guilty coasts

The anthem of the free to Heaven,

Oh, not to those whom Thou has led,

As with Thy cloud and fire before,

But unto Thee, in fear and dread,

Be praise and glory evermore.

The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier (Boston, MA:  Houghton, Mifflin, and Company, 1892), pp. 345-346