Thomas Moore

Short Name: Thomas Moore
Full Name: Moore, Thomas, 1779-1852
Birth Year: 1779
Death Year: 1852

Moore, Thomas, son of John Moore, a small tradesman at Dublin, was born in that city, May 28, 1779, educated at a private school and Trinity College, Dublin; read at the Middle Temple for the Bar; held a post under the Government in Bermuda for a short time, and died Feb. 26, 1852. His Memoirs, Journal, and Correspondence were published by Lord John Russell in 1855. In that work every detail concerning himself and his numerous publications, most of them of high poetical merit, will be found. His connection with hymnody is confined to his Sacred Songs, which were published in 1816, and again in his Collected Works, 1866. These Songs were 32 in all, and were written to popular airs of various nations. Of these Songs the following have passed into a few hymnbooks, mainly in America:—

1. As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean. Private Prayer.
2. But who shall see the glorious day. The Final Bliss of Man.
3. Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish. Belief in Prayer. In American hymnbooks the text is sometimes as in T. Hastings and Lowell Mason's Spiritual Songs, 1831. This may be distinguished from the original by the third stanza, which reads, "Here see the Bread of life; see waters flowing," &c.
4. Fallen is thy throne, 0 Israel. Israel in Exile.
5. Like morning when her early breeze. Power of Divine Grace.
6. 0 Thou Who driest the mourner's tear. Lent.
7. Since first Thy word [grace] awaked my heart. God All and in All.
8. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea. Deliverance of Israel.
9. The bird [dove] let loose in eastern skies. Prayer for Constancy.
10. The turf shall be my fragrant shrine. The Temple of Nature. From this "There's nothing bright above, below" is taken.
11. Thou art, 0 God, the Life and Light. God, the Light and Life of Men.
12. Were not the sinful Mary's tears? Lent.
Of these hymns No. 11 has attained the greatest popularity.

--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)


Texts by Thomas Moore (48)sort iconAsInstances
Ven, afligidoThomas Moore, 1779-1852 (Author (v. 1-2))2
Angel of charity, who, from aboveT. Moore (Author)2
Arrayed in clouds of golden lightThomas Moore (Author)18
As, down in the sunless retreats of the oceanMoore (Author)9
Aus der Ferne hoer' ich's klingenThomas Moore (Author)2
Awaked from sin's delusive sleepMore (Author)16
Behold the sun how brightT. Moore (Author)9
Believe me, if all those endearing young charmsThomas Moore (Author)2
But who shall see that glorious dayThomas Moore (Author)19
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languishThomas Moore (Author (st. 1-2))809
Faintly as tolls the evening chimeThomas Moore (Author)8
Fallen is thy throne, O IsraelThomas Moore (Author)8
Guard us, O thou who never sleepestThomas Moore (Author)2
Hark, the vesper hymn is stealingThomas Moore (Author)35
I saw from the beach when the morning was shiningThomas Moore (Author)3
Is it not sweet to think, hereafterT. Moore (Author)2
Kom, du bedroefvadeThomas Moore (Author)2
Kom du troestloese Sj'lThomas Moore (Author)2
Komm, tief betruebte Seel'Thomas Moore (Author)3
Kommt, ihr BekümmertenThomas Moore (Author)2
Like morning, when her early breezeMoore (Author)20
O charity, who, from aboveThomas Moore (Author)1
O thou who driest the mourner's tearThomas Moore (Author)140
O who shall see the glorious dayThomas Moore (Author)6
Oft in the stilly nightThomas Moore (Author)14
See how, beneath the moon beam's smileMoore (Author)4
Since first thy word awoke my heartT. Moore (Author)4
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark seaThomas Moore (Author)26
Sweet evening bellsThomas Moore (Author)2
Sweet spirit, if thy airy sleepThomas Moore (Author)2
The bird, let loose in Eastern skiesThomas Moore (Author)42
The dove let loose in eastern skiesMoore (Author)22
The light, the dark, where'er I lookThomas Moore (Author)2
The scene was more beautiful far to my [the] eyeThomas Moore (Author)7
The turf shall be my fragrant shrineT. Moore (Author)21
The world is all a fleeting showThomas Moore (Author)2
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweetT. Moore (Author)4
There's nothing bright above, belowMoore (Author)36
This world is all a fleeting showThomas Moore (Author)63
This world is but a fleeting showThomas Moore (Author)6
Those evening bells, those evening bellsMoore (Author)10
Thou art, O God, the life and lightThomas Moore (Author)135
Thou who driest the mourner's tearThomas Moore (Author)2
'Tis the last rose of summerThomas Moore (Author)9
Venha, ó sofredor, venha agoraThomas Moore (Author)2
Were not the sinful Mary's tearsThomas Moore (Author)10
When evening shades are fallingThomas Moore (Author)11
Who shall behold the glorious dayMoore (Author)5



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