Frances Bevan

Short Name: Frances Bevan
Full Name: Bevan, Emma Frances, 1827-1909
Birth Year: 1827
Death Year: 1909

Bevan, Emma Frances, née Shuttleworth, daughter of the Rev. Philip Nicholas Shuttleworth, Warden of New Coll., Oxford, afterwards Bishop of Chichester, was born at Oxford, Sept. 25, 1827, and was married to Mr. R. C. L. Bevan, of the Lombard Street banking firm, in 1856.

Mrs. Bevan published in 1858 a series of translations from the German as Songs of Eternal Life (Lond., Hamilton, Adams, & Co.), in a volume which, from its unusual size and comparative costliness, has received less attention than it deserves, for the trs. are decidedly above the average in merit. A number have come into common use, but almost always without her name, the best known being those noted under “O Gott, O Geist, O Licht dea Lebens," and "Jedes Herz will etwas li ben." Most of these are annotated throughout this Dictionary under their authors' names, or German first lines. That at p. 630, "O past are the fast-days,—the Feast-day, the Feast-day is come," is a translation through the German from the Persian of Dschellaleddin Rumi 1207-1273. Mrs. Bevan also published Songs of Praise for Christian Pilgrims (London, Hamilton, Adams, 1859), the translations in which are also annotated throughout this Dictionary as far as possible.

[Rev. James Mearns, M.A.]

-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)


Texts by Frances Bevan (95)sort iconAsInstances
Al que en busca de la luzEmma Frances Suttleworth Bevan, 1827-1909 (Translator (English))2
All alone in the evening greyEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
All fair within those Children of the lightEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
All hail! O glorious Son of GodEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
All the world lay still and silent in the morning greyEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
All within are love and gladnessEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
As the bridegroom to his chosenEmma Frances Bevan (Author)6
Behold, My bride, how fair My mouth, Mine eyesFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Come forth in the fields and the gardensEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Dark lay the plain, a tangled wildernessEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Dew abundant from the depths divineEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Everywhere, everywhere, A tale is told to meEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
For God so loved the world that scorned himFrances Bevan (Author)2
God in heaven hath a treasureEmma F. Bevan (Translator)4
God made birds that flyEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
God made the sun to give me lightEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
God makes the sun to shineEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
He laid him down upon the breast of GodFrances Bevan (Translator)2
How pure the lily's petalsEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
I bring unto Thy grace a seven-fold praiseFrances Bevan (Translator)2
I go from grief and sighingFrances Bevan (Translator)3
I have seen the face of JesusFrances Bevan (Author)2
I know not the song of Thy praisesEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
I rejoice that I cannot but love HimFrances Bevan (Translator)2
I woke, and the night was passingEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
If I had the eyes of HeavenEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
If the world were mine and all its storeFrances Bevan (Translator)2
In faith we sing this song of thankfulnessEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
In the bosom of the FatherEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
In the distant land of famineEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
In the early, early morning, beyond the islands greenEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
In Thy tabernacle, Lord, I offerEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Is God for me? I fear not, though all against me riseEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
It is a wondrous and a lofty roadFrances Bevan (Translator)2
It is summer all over the meadowsEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
It thus befell me on a dayEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
It was as if upon His breastFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Jerusalem! thou glorious City-heightEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Jesus is our Savior, He isEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
Jesus, Lord, in Whom the FatherEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Jesus und faar syndareEmma Frances Bevan (Author)3
Lamb, Thy white-robed people feedingEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Like a little wandering lambEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Lo! a Hand amidst the darknessEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Long ago, in springs of oldEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Long ago, within a castleEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Lord Jesus, all my sin and guiltEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Many sorrows hard and bitterFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrowMrs. F. Bevan (Author)3
My fingers ten will helpEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
My soul hath found the steadfast groundEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)3
Not built with hands is that fair radiant chamberEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Now borne upon the still, the boundless deepEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
O Christ, in thee my soul hath foundEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
O glad the wilderness for meEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
O Holy and mighty and marvellous WordEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweetFrances Bevan (Translator)2
O Lord, I have loved the fair beautyEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
O Lord Jesus, high in HeavenFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Oh what can I do for my Lord? I am foolish, and small, and weakEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Oh what will be the day when won at lastEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
On the Lamb my soul is restingMrs. Bevan (Translator)1
One place have I in heaven aboveEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Rest from longing and desireFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Rich, our God, art Thou in mercyFrances Bevan (Translator)1
Rise, ye children of salvationE. F. Bevan, 1827-1909 (Translator)14
Saints amid this world are livingEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
Sinners Jesus will receiveEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)153
Something every heart is lovingEmma F. Bevan (Translator)11
Spirit of grace, thou Light of lifeEmma Frances Bevan (Author)2
Tale of tenderness unfathomedEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
The day is gone—my soul looks onEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
The mind saith to the soulFrances Bevan (Translator)2
The mouth of the Lord hath spokenFrances Bevan (Translator)2
The race of God’s anointed priestsFrances Bevan (Translator)2
The sky is dreary and rainyEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
There is a Day of rest before theeEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Thou Breath from still eternityEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealedEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Thou hast shone within this soul of mineFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Thou Life of my life, blessed JesusEmma Frances Bevan (Author)3
Thou sweet, beloved will of GodEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)5
Thus speaks the Bride whose feet have trodFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Twixt God and thee but love shall beFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Up the chalky path we wanderEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
We are come unto Mount ZionEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Wearily my spirit sinkethFrances Bevan (Translator)1
What dost thou bring me, O my Queen?Frances Bevan (Translator)2
When flowers are red and gold and whiteEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
When mine eyes are dim with weepingFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Who are like the lilies whiteFrances Bevan (Translator)2
Why dost Thou pass unheededEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servantEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Wilt thou, sinner, be converted?Frances Bevan (Translator)2
Wondrous joy, thy joy, Lord JesusEmma Frances Bevan (Translator)2

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