|Short Name:||George F. Root|
|Full Name:||Root, George F. (George Frederick), 1820-1895|
Root, George F., MUS. DOC, born in Sheffield, Berkshire County, Mass., Aug. 30, 1820. He is much more widely known as a composer of popular music than as a hymn writer. Four of his hymns are in I. D. Sankey's Sacred Songs & Solos, 1878. Nos. 16, 100, 293, and 297. A sympathetic biographical sketch, with portrait, is in The Tonic Sol-Fa Reporter, Sep. 1886. He died Aug. 6, 1895.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)
George Frederick Root was born in Sheffield, Mass., August 30, 1820. His father moved to North Reading, near Boston, when the boy was six years old, and there his youth was spent.
He was always fond of music— not singing at all as a boy, but played upon every kind of instrument that came in his way. At thirteen it was his pride that he could "play a tune" on as many instruments as he was years old. His dream of life was to be a musician, although such an ambition was looked down upon by all his relatives and friends, excepting a fond mother. In the fall of 1838 he went to Boston and made an engagement to work for Mr. A. N. Johnson and take lessons on the piano.
His father and one of the brothers were at the time in South America, and the mother, with six younger children, was at home on the farm. When he secured the engagement with Mr. Johnson to receive three dollars a week and board and lessons, the neighbors became interested and encouraged him to go ahead, they promising to help look after the farm and see that the family got along. The young man's happiness over these events can better be imagined than described.
On the second day of October, 1838, he entered upon his duties in his new heaven on earth located at Harmony Hall, Mr. Johnson's music-room, in Boston. His duties were to see to the fires, care for the room, answer callers, give information about Mr. Johnson when he was out, and practice his lessons when not otherwise engaged. He worked industriously and made steady progress. It was but a few weeks till Mr. Johnson had him playing for the prayer-meeting, and but a few more till he began turning over pupils to him. In about seven weeks' time Mr. Johnson encouraged him by a considerable increase of salary. A most important event to him was meeting Dr. Lowell Mason and being accepted as a bass singer in the celebrated Bowdoin Street choir. Also, on Mr. Johnson's recommendation, he began taking private voice lessons of Mr. Geo. Jas. Webb, the then celebrated voice teacher of Boston. He continued at least a year with Mr. Webb.
His first real singing class was taught the following fall, 1839, at the North End. It lasted nearly through the winter, and on the closing night his class made him a present of a silver goblet, suitably engraved, which he kept among his treasures.
Before the first year was up Mr. Johnson proposed a five year partnership, by which Mr. Root was to receive one-third of their earnings, and the former was to have the privilege of visiting Germany part of the time if he chose. They then changed their quarters to three rooms in the basement of Park Street Church. The annual rental was six hundred dollars. They were kept quite busy.
At this time Dr. Mason's music teaching in the public schools was a growing success, and Messrs. Johnson and Root were employed to assist him. Drs. Mason and Webb had introduced what is now called Musical Conventions a year or two previous to this. They called them "The Teachers' Class." Teachers and singers were called to Boston from surrounding territory to study and practice pretty much as they do now at normals.
In 1841 Mr. Root became one of the teachers in this class. He taught vocal training and continued this work for years afterward in Dr. Mason's teachers' classes, and later incorporated the same method in his own normals. During this year Mr. Johnson went to Germany, and left the two large church choirs (Winter Street and Park Street) in charge of Mr. Root. One of the organs was played by a pupil — Mr. S. A. Bancroft.
Everything went smoothly during Mr. Johnson's absence as it did also after his return. During the last year of the five-year partnership, Mr. Root was called to take the organ at Bowdoin Street, Mr. Mason changing to Winter Street. An amicable settlement was made between Messrs. Johnson and Root, and the partnership dissolved.
In 1811, Mr. Jacob Abbott (father of Lyman Abbott)and his three brothers had established a young ladies' school in New York City. They wanted a music teacher, and offered the position to Mr. Root. They also secured him the organ and choir of the Mercer Street Church, with prospects for other good work. It required pretty strong persuasive arguments to tempt Mr. Root to leave Boston, he was doing well there, and as the sequel shows, there was an attraction in Boston that held him in too tight a grasp to be relinquished by the mere offer of greater power and place. He made up his mind, however, only after getting the consent of the powders of Boston to take with him this [to him] the greatest attraction of the city — Miss Mary Olive Woodman — an accomplished lady, a sweet singer, and a member of a prominent family of musicians. He went to New York first to prepare a home, and in August, 1845, returned for his bride, who took her place in his New York choir as leading soprano, and through his long and eventful career she was ever at his side, a true helpmeet.
He was soon employed at Rutger's Female Institute, Miss Haines' School for Young Ladies, Union Theological Seminary and the New York State Institution for the Blind. Within six weeks after he arrived in New York his time was fully occupied. He continued with Mr. Abbott's young ladies' school ten years.
While teaching in New York he continued his summer work with Messrs. Mason and Webb in Teachers' Classes. Up to the year 1849 he had written but little music; only a few hymn tunes while in Boston. He needed more music for the young ladies of his schools, so he made his first book, The Young Ladies' Choir, of which he had enough copies made for his own use, as he had no thought of offering it to the public. Then in connection with Mr. J. E. Sweetser, they compiled the Root and Sweetser's Collection.
Mr. Root did work enough for two men, hence broke down in health. Mr. Abbott suggested that he take a trip to Paris. After weighing the matter carefully, in December, 1853, he sailed, and in due time arrived at Paris, where he began studying French, voice culture and piano under celebrated teachers. After spending nearly a year abroad, he returned home in improved health and ready for active work. He began to feel the need of new music for his classes, and after some thought decided upon a musical play ; the subject and title, The Flower Queen.
At the Institution for the Blind was a young lady, a former pupil, but now a teacher who had shown some poetical talent. He asked her to help him with the words. He would suggest in prose what the flowers might say and she would put it into rhyme. She did it so well that it seldom needed any alteration. This lady was the now famous Fanny Crosby. The cantata became very popular. About this time Mr. Root wrote a half dozen simple songs for the people. They all sold pretty well, but Hazel Dell and Rosalie, the Prairie Flower, became the most popular, and had a large sale.
It was in the summer of 1853 that the first real normal was held. Mr. Root originated it, and held it in New York. The principal teachers were Messrs. Mason, Root, Hastings, and Bradbury. This school became famous. Sessions were also held at North Reading, Mass., a village near Mr. Root's "Willow Farm Home," with Dr. Mason, Mr. Webb, Mr. Bradbury and himself as principal teachers.
About this time Mr. Root decided to give up his work in New York, and devote himself entirely to conventions, normal work and authorship. He was eminently successful. Among the most eminent teachers and composers of our country have been students in Dr. Geo. F. Root's Normal Musical Institute.
In 1860 Dr. Root settled in Chicago and entered the music publishing business with his brother E. T. Root, and C. M. Cady, as "Root & Cady," Mr. Root's reputation being the most important capital of the firm. His books and popular songs soon made the new firm prosperous. Then came the war with its horror. Dr. Root wielded his musical sword in the way of writing war songs, which made him famous. The Battle Cry of Freedom, Just Before the Battle, Mother, and others, made thousands of dollars for the music house.
In the great Chicago fire of 1871 the interests of the firm of Root & Cady became engulfed in the general ruin. Their loss was upward of a quarter of a million dollars. They then sold their book catalogue, plates and copyrights to John Church & Co., of Cincinnati, and the sheet music plates and copyrights to S. Brainard's Sons, Cleveland. These sales realized about §130,000. The final result was that Dr. Root, his talented son F. W., and others became connected with John Church & Co. Under this new business relationship Mr. Root went right on with his normal and convention work; also issued a great many new books and cantatas. In 1872 the Chicago University very worthily conferred upon him the degree Doctor of Music.
In 1886 he made a trip to Scotland and England, and arranged with publishers to issue some of his cantatas. He was royally received.
Dr. Root was the author of about seventy-five books, nearly two hundred songs in sheet form, and many popular gospel songs. Dr. Root occupies a prominent place in the musical history of this country. It was Dr. Mason who lifted music from almost nothing and gave it an impetus, but he left no better follower than Dr. Root to carry on his work. He was a man of spotless integrity and high Christian character, and to know him was to love him.
At the time of Dr. Root's death he was at Bailey Island, Maine, a summer resort, where he and other relatives had cottages. On August 6, 1895, he was seized with neuralgia of the heart — and died within one hour. He was buried at North Reading, Mass., his old home.
--Hall, J. H. (c1914). Biographies of Gospel Song and Hymn Writers. New York: Fleming H. Revell Company.
|Texts by George F. Root (132)||As||Instances|
|حالا تعالوا إلى المسيح||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|A Jesucristo ven sin tardar||George F. Root, 1820-1895 (Author)||5|
|Almighty God, we praise in thee||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Along the river of time we glide||George F. Root (Author)||13|
|Around the great white throne some day||G. F. R. (Author)||1|
|Art thou he that should come||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|As flies the bird on eager wing||G. F. R. (Author)||3|
|At my work I'm always singing||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|Beautiful the fields beyond the river||George F. Root (Author)||4|
|Blessed he who will not walk||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Brother, brother, stay thy hand||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Children of Jerusalem place the royal diadem||George F. Root (Author)||6|
|Clear as crystal flows the river||G. F. R. (Author)||3|
|Colme join the prohibition army||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Come, for a new life take your stand||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Come in earnest fervent prayer||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Come, O mighty Savior||G. F. R. (Author)||1|
|Come to the Savior, make no delay||George Frederick Root, 1820-1895 (Author)||114|
|Doubt no more thy Savior's power||G. F. R. (Author)||4|
|Ein krankes Weib beruehrte im Glauben||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|Ein Weib drang durch des Volkes||G. F. Root (Author)||2|
|Father, from whose hand doth spring||George F. Root (Author)||9|
|Father, from whose hand doth spring Every good and perfect thing||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Fill the ranks in the army||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Fill the ranks with voters||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|First in bondage||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Fling out the royal banner||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Fly, birdie sweet, fly far||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|For me a license low||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Frelst blot af naade, o, hviliken daad!||G. F. Root (Author)||2|
|From the temples fair||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Gleaners in the harvest field||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Hall lampan klar och redo||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Hans Kl'debon hun ikkun beroerte||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Hear, O brothers, hear||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Hear the children cry||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Hear ye the tramp of the ransomed thousands||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Hearts and voices in glad exultation||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Here we watch, here we wait||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Hush, children, hush||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Hvarfoer vill du 'n droeja||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|I know there are flowers in the beautiful bowers||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|I love to hear the story Which angel voices tell||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|If this were the only world||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|She only touched the hem of his garment||G. F. R. (Author)||51|
|In her home the mother sits thinking||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|In his lowly grave we've laid him||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|In the prison cell I sit||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|Kom, nu til Jesus, løb ham imod||G. F. Root (Author)||2|
|Kom nu til Jesus, opf't det ej||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|Kom nu till Jesus, droj ej en stund||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Komm zu dem Heiland, komme noch haut'||George F. Root (Author)||7|
|Kommt zum erloeser, s'umet nur nicht||George F. Root (Author)||6|
|Look to the Lord every hour||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|May we ask you, Christian brother||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Mid the beacons on the shore||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|My days are gliding swiftly by||G.F. Root. (Author)||1|
|My soul, the Master speaks||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Never give up the right way||G. F. R. (Author)||11|
|No parents to love me||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Not those who say and sing||George F. Root (Author)||4|
|Now to Jesus Christ the glory||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|Now while we gather here||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|O blest are they who love||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|O do not be discouraged, brother||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|O my heart, my heart, you never||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|O, ry mpanota aza manda||G. F. Root (Author)||2|
|O the hills are sweet and the waters clear||George F. Root (Author)||5|
|O the sunshine, the sunshine||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|O the way is long and weary||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|O we are volunteers in the army of the Lord||George F. Root (Author)||29|
|O we must be ready by night||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Of ourselves we know we're helpless||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|O the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright||G. F. Root (Author)||1|
|O the Savior's mighty hand||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|On this pleasant Sabbath day||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|Our lamps are trimmed and burning||George F. Root (Author)||11|
|Our marching orders we've received||G. F. R. (Author)||1|
|Sag', warum noch warten, mein Bruder||George F. Root (Author)||9|
|See, brothers, see, on every side||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Sentinel, be thou watchful||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|Skynda till Jesus, frälsaren kär||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Skynda till Jesus, Fr'lsaren k'r||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|Sweet 'tis to sing of thee||George F. Root (Author)||29|
|Swing the golden censers||G. F. R. (Author)||3|
|Take us, dear Savior||Geo. F. Root (Author)||2|
|The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord is in his holy temple||George F. Root, 1820-1895 (Author)||1|
|The Lord is my Light, is my light and my Salvation||Geo F Root (Author)||1|
|The monitor within||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|The prayer ascends all over the land||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|The story old yet ever new||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|They are gathering, slowly gathering||George F. Root (Author)||7|
|This may be the last call, brother||George F. Root (Author)||4|
|Thou art my Rock in the wide desert land||G. F. R. (Author)||3|
|'Tis a gracious invitation from the King||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|'Tis the joy and delight||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|'Tis the onward march||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|To God, the Father, Spirit, Son||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|To the Lord Jesus Christ be||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Vent nu ej mer, min Broder||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|Vor Lampe f'rdig br'nder||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|Warum noch warten? Warum verzieh'n?||G. F. Root (Author)||2|
|We are little sunbeams (Root)||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|We come with joyful song||George F. Root (Author)||4|
|We passed poor Johnny's cabin||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|What does prohibition mean||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|What is the grain on the prairie wide||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|What part whall wives and mothers take||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|What think ye of Christ||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|What words almost despairingly||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|When does creation give praise to God||George F. Root (Author)||4|
|When foreign foes invade the land||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|When he cometh, when he cometh||G. F. R. (Author)||1|
|When light over the mountain rill||George F. Root (Author)||7|
|When saw we thee a hungered||G. F. R. (Author)||3|
|When the way seems dark and drear||George F. Root (Author)||1|
|When you can find no other help||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Where hast thou built thine house||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Which road are you choosing, young friends?||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|While men slept, the enemy sowed the tares||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|While the Gospel sound is||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Who is there, who is there, gently knocking||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Why delay to make your peace with heaven's eternal King?||George F. Root (Author)||3|
|Why do you linger, why do you stay||G. F. R. (Author)||6|
|Why do you wait, dear brother||George F. Root, 1820-1895 (Author)||359|
|Will temperance workers now in doubt||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Would you know why Christ, my Savior||G. F. R. (Author)||6|
|Wouldst thou hear thy Savior's voice||G. F. R. (Author)||2|
|Yes, the mother loves her home||George F. Root (Author)||2|
|Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again||Geo. F. Root (Author)||3|
|Zion, beautiful beyond compare||G. F. R. (Author)||2|