Hosea Ballou

Hosea Ballou
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Short Name: Hosea Ballou
Full Name: Ballou, Hosea, 1771-1852
Birth Year: 1771
Death Year: 1852

Ballou, Hosea, a celebrated leader of the sect of Universalists, was born at Richmond, New Hampshire, April 30, 1771. He was entirely self-educated, and began to preach when about 21. In 1807 he settled at Portsmouth, New Hampshire, passing to Salem, Mass., in 1815, and to Boston in 1817. He died in 1852. To the Universalist Hymns composed by different Authors, published in 1808, he contributed 199 hymns. A few of these are still used by the Universalists, but one only, and that probably his best, has passed beyond their ranks. It is:—
When God descends with men to dwell. The Second Advent. Ballou also edited with Turner a second collection in 1821, and a third in his own name, 1837. [Rev. F. M. Bird, M.A.]

-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)

Wikipedia Biography

Hosea Ballou (April 30, 1771 – June 7, 1852) was an American Universalist clergyman and theological writer. He has been called one of the fathers of American Universalism.

Texts by Hosea Ballou (214)sort descendingAsAuthority LanguagesInstances
A crown of thorns the Savior woreH. Ballou (Author)
Accept this house, O LordH. Ballou (Author)
According to His holy willHosea Ballou (Author)
Adieu, all earthly thingsHosea Ballou (Author)
All earthly lovers, now adieuH. Ballou (Author)
All earthly pleasures I'll forsakeH. Ballou (Author)
All things shall work for good, To them who love their GodH. Ballou (Author)
And why do Christians thus contendH. Ballou (Author)
Another wonder now beholdH. Ballou (Author)
Arise, expand your wingsHosea Ballou (Author)
Be still, ye blustering windsH. Ballou (Author)
Behold, on Zion's heavenly shoreH. Ballou (Author)
Behold, on Zion's mystic wallsH. Ballou (Author)
Behold the light, now see it riseHosea Ballou (Author)
Behold the long expected lightH. Ballou (Author)
Behold the prodigal returnHosea Ballou (Author)
Behold, the visions brighter growH. Ballou (Author)
Behold, what poor imperfect thingsHosea Ballou (Author)
Blessed are they, in spirit poorH. Ballou (Author)
Blessed are they who suffer painH. Ballou (Author)
But few of all the human raceH. Ballou (Author)
By faith may Jesus dwellH. Ballou (Author)
By grace the great salvation comesH. Ballou (Author)
By men conditions are proposedHosea Ballou (Author)
Can wisdom infinite misjudgeHosea Ballou (Author)
Christ crucified we preachH. Ballou (Author)
Christ is our righteousnessH. Ballou (Author)
Christ is the Lord our righteousnessH. Ballou (Author)
Come, fellow sinners, come awayH. Ballou (Author)
Come from the wildernessHosea Ballou (Author)
Come, let us join in grateful songsH. Ballou (Author)
Come, let us join in sacred songsHosea Ballou (Author)
Come let us join in worship trueH. Ballou (Author)
Come let us raise our voices highH. Ballou (Author)
Come, pleasant youth, your voices raiseH. Ballou (Author)
Come, saints, and drop a tear or twoH. Ballou (Author)
Communion with our friends is sweetH. Ballou (Author)
Could I but raise my notes as highHosea Ballou (Author)
Dark unbelief, strange arrows flingsH. Ballou (Author)
Dear Lord, behold thy children hereH. Ballou (Author)
Dear Lord, behold thy servants hereH. Ballou (Author)
Dear Shepherd, didst thou lieHosea Ballou (Author)
Did heavenly wisdom give to manH. Ballou (Author)
Far better 'tis to go Hosea Ballou (Author)
From God the immortal spirit cameH. Ballou (Author)
From worldly noise I would retireH. Ballou (Author)
From worship now thy church dismissHosea Ballou (Author)
Go, saith a risen Savior, goH. Ballou (Author)
Go search the fields of nature throughHosea Ballou (Author)
God, in each attribute, is loveHosea Ballou (Author)
God's power and wisdom do agreeHosea Ballou (Author)
Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme (Ballou)H. Ballou (Author)
Grant unto us a visit, dearest LordH. Ballou (Author)
Had Jesus taught the ancient JewsH. Ballou (Author)
Hark! a glad voice, from yonder daleH. Ballou (Author)
Hark! hear the great Jehovah's wordH. Ballou (Author)
How bright is thy example, LordH. Ballou (Author)
How bright the sun that makes our dayH. Ballou (Author)
How charming is the graceful sightH. Ballou (Author)
How fast time's holy moments runH. Ballou (Author)
How glorious was the vision brightHosea Ballou (Author)
How good, how pleasant 'tis to seeHosea Ballou (Author)
How happy is the ground, On which the brethrenHosea Ballou (Author)
How many blessings we receiveH. Ballou (Author)
How pleasant is the sight, Where brethren all agreeH. Ballou (Author)
How pleasing is the lovely sightS. Ballou (Author)
How rich the blessings wereH. Ballou (Author)
How sweet is the union of souls in harmonyH. Ballou (Author)
How transient and how vainHosea Ballou (Author)
How vast the love of GodH. Ballou (Author)
I bid farewell to written creedsH. Ballou (Author)
I long my Savior's grace to seeH. Ballou (Author)
I shall no more in darkness roamH. Ballou (Author)
I sing the titles of my LordHosea Ballou (Author)
I will adhere no moreHosea Ballou (Author)
I would exalt the Lord my KingH. Ballou (Author)
If God be love, why should there beH. Ballou (Author)
If sun and moon and stars of lightHosea Ballou (Author)
In all thy work perfection shinesH. Ballou (Author)
In freedom's song let millions joinHosea Ballou (Author)
In God's eternityHosea Ballou (Author)
In heaven, behold the woudrous sightH. Ballou (Author)
In songs of highest praiseHosea Ballou (Author)
In the example, Jesus gaveHosea Ballou (Author)
In union let our voices join Hosea Ballou (Author)
Indulgent God, accept this youthHosea Ballou (Author)
Into thy temple, Lord, descendHosea Ballou (Author)
Is man more just than GodH. Ballou (Author)
Jesus his empire shall extendH. Ballou (Author)
Jesus is knocking at the door, His locks are wet with dewH. Ballou (Author)
Jesus, our King, his scepter swaysHosea Ballou (Author)
Joy to the world below, the Lord himselfH. Ballou (Author)
Let all the powers of music joinH. Ballou (Author)
Let the disciple of the LordHosea Ballou (Author)
Let these dear friends who mourn their lossHosea Ballou (Author)
Like grass of earth our bodies areHosea Ballou (Author)
Like Israel's tribes on Egypt's floodHosea Ballou (Author)
Lo from the heaven of the lawH. Ballou (Author)
Lord, from thy holy hill descendH. Ballou (Author)
Lord, may thy humble servants hereH. Ballou (Author)
Lord, what a rage thy foes are inH. Ballou (Author)
May all our powers of mindH. Ballou (Author)
May sacred heat inspire my tongueH. Ballou (Author)
May that kind wisdom, whose bright eyeHosea Ballou (Author)
May we thine armor, Lord, put onHosea Ballou (Author)
Must Christians pray for noughtHosea Ballou (Author)
My foes declare with awful frownHosea Ballou (Author)
My soul is fainting fastH. Ballou (Author)
My thoughts on heavenly subjects rollHosea Ballou (Author)
No peace my starving soul can findH. Ballou (Author)
Not here on earth are treasures sureH. Ballou (Author)
Not only of the Jew is Christ the living headH. Ballou (Author)
Now Baal's prophets cry aloudHosea Ballou (Author)
Now death shall conquered beH. Ballou (Author)
Now faith and hope abideH. Ballou (Author)
Now God I see in every thingHosea Ballou (Author)
Now let all nature join to praiseHosea Ballou (Author)
Now multitudes assembled areH. Ballou (Author)
Now on the wings of faith I'll riseHosea Ballou (Author)
Now the day is far advancedHosea Ballou (Author)
Now warring armies meet in heavenHosea Ballou (Author)
O cease, my soul, the search give o'erH. Ballou (Author)
O could I sing an equal songH. Ballou (Author)
O, could I strike some heavenly stringsH. Ballou (Author)
O could the scales fall from our eyesHosea Ballou (Author)
O is my heart of marble madeHosea Ballou (Author)
O sinner, turn thine eyesHosea Ballou (Author)
O thou whose power the mountains formedH. Ballou (Author)
O who that mystery deep can singHosea Ballou (Author)
O why should cares torment my mindHosea Ballou (Author)
On holy mount Moriah seeHosea Ballou (Author)
On Zion's heavenly hills they standH. Ballou (Author)
Our Lord shall be our hiding-placeH. Ballou (Author)
Rising from the bed of slumberH. Ballou (Author)
Rivers from Jesus flowH. Ballou (Author)
Rivers of grief and sorrows flowHosea Ballou (Author)
See antichrist arise Hosea Ballou (Author)
See Jesus stand with open armsHosea Ballou (Author)
Shall all the wicked kingsH. Ballou (Author)
Sin, like a cruel tyrant, reignsH. Ballou (Author)
Stay me with flagons, dearest LordH. Ballou (Author)
Strong is thine hand, Almighty KingH. Ballou (Author)
Sweet visions from the LordH. Ballou (Author)
Teach us to feel as Jesus prayedH. Ballou (Author)
The increasing joys, O who can tellH. Ballou (Author)
That some should perish, God ordainsH. Ballou (Author)
The depths of wisdom who can findH. Ballou (Author)
The exhortation let us hearH. Ballou (Author)
The first almighty Cause Hosea Ballou (Author)
The flowing rays from yonder sunHosea Ballou (Author)
The glorious covenant of graceH. Ballou (Author)
The heavenly gem of the sweet contentHosea Ballou (Author)
The house that's built upon the sandHosea Ballou (Author)
The Jews had eyes, and yet were blindH. Ballou (Author)
The Lord in Zion will prepareH. Ballou (Author)
The Lord in Zion will provideH. Ballou (Author)
The Lord is good and kindH. Ballou (Author)
The Lord of life was oft accusedHosea Ballou (Author)
The Lord to Abraham did sayHosea Ballou (Author)
The male and feamle, in the LordH. Ballou (Author)
The new Jerusalem I seeH. Ballou (Author)
The prophets came from hills of lightH. Ballou (Author)
The rose of Sharon we beholdH. Ballou (Author)
The Savior did our sorrows feelH. Ballou (Author)
The times and seasons God ordainedH. Ballou (Author)
The winter months are past awayH. Ballou (Author)
The winter of the law is goneH. Ballou (Author)
The word of revelation shinesH. Ballou (Author)
The word omnific spake in loveH. Ballou (Author)
The words which Jesus spake To his disciples dearH. Ballou (Author)
This is the fast the Lord doth chooseH. Ballou (Author)
This world, how full of labor 'tisHosea Ballou (Author)
Thy presence, Lord, gives pure delightHosea Ballou (Author)
Time's empty vapors, O, how vainH. Ballou (Author)
To Christ, the Son, the Father spakeH. Ballou (Author)
To me, what use are insects madeH. Ballou (Author)
To wanderers in the dismal roadH. Ballou (Author)
Various systems men have formedH. Ballou (Author)
We are the offspring of our GodHosea Ballou (Author)
What boundless wisdom is displayedH. Ballou (Author)
What can oppose the Lord my GodH. Ballou (Author)
What is this within me burningH. Ballou (Author)
What man of sorrow and of griefH. Ballou (Author)
What sudden glories did surpriseH. Ballou (Author)
What unknown love is thisH. Ballou (Author)
What was the wormwood and the gallH. Ballou (Author)
What wonders hath Jehovah wroughtH. Ballou (Author)
When autumn brings her golden storeH. Ballou (Author)
When God descends, with men to dwellBallou (Author)
When God in mercy gaveHosea Ballou (Author)
When God would on the Gentiles riseHosea Ballou (Author)
When my astonished eyes beholdH. Ballou (Author)
When nature's wonders I exploreH. Ballou (Author)
When our astonished eyes beholdHosea Ballou (Author)
When strangers meet me on the wayH. Ballou (Author)
When the blest light of day declinesHosea Ballou (Author)
When will the eyelids of that mornH. Ballou (Author)
Where mysteries are in Scripture foundH. Ballou (Author)
Who dare adjudge the sons of menHosea Ballou (Author)
Who dare attempt to singH. Ballou (Author)
Why all this speed, ye pilgrims sayH. Ballou (Author)
Why do not saints a union formH. Ballou (Author)
Why do Pharisees complainH. Ballou (Author)
Why is my heart so coldHosea Ballou (Author)
Why should I blush to ownH. Ballou (Author)
Why, thus dejected, O my soulH. Ballou (Author)
Will they who love the Lord repineHosea Ballou (Author)
Wisdom and power we seeH. Ballou (Author)
With joy we hail the morning lightH. Ballou (Author)
With sad surprise I seeH. Ballou (Author)
With strange surprise, the cross I viewHosea Ballou (Author)
Ye are God's building, saith the wordH. Ballou (Author)
Ye heavy ladened, come, reposeHosea Ballou (Author)
Ye prophets and apostles tooH. Ballou (Author)

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