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Friedrich Christian Heyder

1677 - 1754 Person Name: F. C. Heyder, 1677-1754 Author of "I Come, O Savior, to Thy Table" in Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary Born: 1677, Merseburg, Germany. Heyder was a deacon in Merseburg, and in 1706 became pastor in Zörbig (near Halle), where he served 35 years. --www.hymntime.com/tch

Weston Priory

Author of "That There May Be Bread" in Glory and Praise (3rd. ed.)

Francisco F. Feliciano

1941 - 2014 Author of "What A Great Mystery (Kay Laking Hiwaga)" in Sound the Bamboo

D. S. Warner

1842 - 1895 Person Name: Daniel S. Warner Author of "Perishing Souls at Stake" in Timeless Truths Warner, Daniel Sidney. (near Marshallville, Wayne County, Ohio, 1842--1895). Church of God. Reared on an Ohio farm. During the Civil War, he substituted for a brother. Later he taught school. He attended Oberlin College briefly in 1865. By 1867 he was licensed to preach by the Western Ohio Eldership of the Church of God (Winebrennerian). His experience in preaching was gained on circuits in Nebraska and Ohio. In 1874 he was in trouble with the Eldership for preaching entire sanctification. Soon he joined the Indiana Eldership. In 1881 he was in trouble with this Eldership over sectism. Warner was an associate editor of the Herals of Gospel Freedom in 1878. this paper was merged with the Pilgrim about 1881, and the new paper was called the Gospel Trumpet, with Warner as its editor. Warner was forced to move the paper about, seeing for firm financial foundations. The publishing work was at last established in Grand Junction, Michigan, enabling Warner to travel more extensively with a group of evangelists. Warner's time was spent in editing the Trumpet, writing books, tracts, and songs, and making evangelistic tours of the United States. --John W.V. Smith, DNAH Archives =================================== Daniel Sidney Warner, 1842-1895 Born: June 25, 1842, Bristol (now Marshallville), Ohio. Died: December 12, 1895, Grand Junction, Michigan, of pneumonia. Buried: Near Grand Junction, Michigan, at the edge of the Church of God campground that was once there. As of 1880, Warner was living in Rome City, Indiana. His works include: Echoes From Glory, with Barney Warren (Grand Junction, Michigan: The Gospel Trumpet Publishing Company, 1893) Lyrics-- Ah Poor Alien Far from the Fold of Love Ah Poor Sinner, Think of Calvary All This World, Its Wealth and Honor All Ye People, Come Down to the Judgment Begun Along a Dark and Gloomy Path Are You of the Holy Remnant Are You Ready, Waiting for the Lord? Are You Sowing Seeds of Kindness? Asleep in Jesus, Oh, How Sweet A Gentle Hand Unseen by Us A Long Time I Wandered Away Beautiful, Peaceful Zion Behold a Form upon the Lonely Mount Behold, What Love, What Boundless Love Bond of Perfectness, The Borne Away in Mind and Spirit Brighter Days Are Sweetly Dawning By Thy Blessed Word Obeying Can the Spirit of a Mortal Church of God, Thou Spotless Virgin Church of the Living God Come, Behold the Love of Jesus Come unto Me, All Ye That Labor Come, Within That Upper Chamber Dear Friends, We Have Precious Tidings of Old Don’t Resist the Holy Spirit Down into the Flowing River Do You Triumph, O My Brother? Ere Christ Will Reign Within Thy Heart Fair City of the Gospel Day Far Down o’er the Ages a Promise Divine Fill Me with Thy Spirit From My Soul and All Within From the Mount of Heavenly Vision God Is Sitting in the Awful Valley God Is Sweeping through the Nations God of Mercy, God of Love Great Peace Have They That Love Thy Law Hallelujah to Jesus! Hark, in the Bible a Warning Hear the Tidings of a Kingdom Hear the Voice of Our Commander Hear Ye the Moan of a Soul That Is Lost Here We Meet and Part in Jesus His Yoke Is Easy How Often I’ve Pondered My Struggles Within How Sweet Is My Walk with Jesus! How Sweet This Bond of Perfectness I Am Resting in Jesus, Hallelujah! I Know My Name Is There I Heard the Dear Redeemer Say I Lost My Life for Jesus on the Cross I Ought to Love My Savior I Seem to Hear an Angel Choir I Will Be with Thee, O, Child of Love I Will Part with Thee, Old Master I Will Trust Thee, O My Father If Thou Wilt Know the Fountain Deep I’ll Sing of a River Divine In the Chambers of Thy Bosom In the Light of God In the Morning of the Lord Is the Spirit Glowing in Thy Heart? It Is Written in the Bible I’ve Found a Friend in Jesus I’ve Found My Lord and He Is Mine I’ve Reached the Land of Pure Delight Jesus Drank the Cup of Sorrow Jesus Has Taken My Load of Sin Jesus, Thou a Fountain Art Last Great Day, The Let Us Sing an Invitation Let Us Sing a Sweet Song of the Home of the Soul Let Us Sing the Name of Jesus Life Is Not a Mystic Dream Light in Our Darkness, Brother Lord Our Shepherd, The Listen, Sinner, to the Voice Lord, the Shades of Night Lo, Heaven Now Opens to Rapturous View Lo the Kingdom of Heaven We See Lo, wisdom Crieth in the Streets Mansion Is Waiting in Glory, A Men Speak of a Church Triumphant Mighty Messengers Are Running My Jesus Died for Me upon the Cross My Name Is in the Book of Life My Soul in Trouble Roamed My Soul Is Satisfied My Soul Is Saved from Sin Not in the Temples Made with Hands Now My Pilgrim toils Are Over Now the Great King of Babel O Blessed Jesus, for Thee W Are Waiting O Blessed Jesus, Thy Love Is Supreme O Careless Sinner, Wake to Mercy’s Call O God, Inspire Our Morning Hymn O How Can Anyone Refuse O How Sublime Is the Life of the Christian O Let Us Sing the Mighty Love O Love Divine, Unfathomed! O Praise the Lord, My Soul Is Saved O Precious Bible! Burning Words from Heaven O Sinner, Come Home to the Savior O W Love the Children’s Meeting O What Deep and Pure Compassion O Worship God, the Father O Ye Pilgrims, Sing an Exhortation O’er the Door of Heaven’s Kingdom Oft My Heart Has Bled with Sorrow Oh, Worship God the Father, Just and True Oh, Come and Praise the Lord Today Oh, When We Remember the Goodness O Who Can Stand the Judgment Day Oh, Why Should I Be Lost Onward Moves the Great Eternal Our God Is Love, the Angels Know Perishing Souls at Stake Today! Pilgrim of Jesus, o’er Life’s Troubled Sea Praise the Lord with Songs of Glory Rejoice, Little Ones, in the Promise Divine River of Peace Salvation Is the Sweetest Thing See the Great King of Babel Shall I Tell You Why I Ceased from Folly? Shall My Soul Ascend with Rapture Shield of Faith, The Since I Have Found My Savior Sing of Salvation, O, it Was Love Sinner, will You Lose Your Soul Sunbeams Sparkling and Glancing Sweet Fellowship, Thy Crystal Tide Sweetly Whispered the Lord in My Mind Take the Shield of Faith, My Brother Tell Me, Pilgrim, Traveling Homeward Tell Me, Watchman, Oh, What of the Morning There Are Some Rays of Hope Divine There Are Tidings of a Land Far Away There Is a Blest Pavilion There Is a Grace Few Mortals Find There Is a Story I Often Must Ponder There Is Joy in the Service of the Master There Was a Bright and Lovely Boy There’s an Angel of Mercy from Heaven There’s a Fact No Mortal Ever Can Deny There’s a Fountain of Blood That Atones for the Soul There’s a Land of Everlasting Song There’s a Peaceful Valley of Decision Found There’s a Song We Love to Sing There’s an Awful Day That’s Coming There’s Mercy, Poor Sinner, for Thee There’s Music in My Soul This Is Why I Love My Savior Tho’ All Along My Happy Pilgrim Race Time Enough, the Sluggard Cries Time Onward Flows Like a River Vast Trusting in Jesus, My Savior and Friend ’Twas Sung by the Poets Two Little Hands Are Sweetly Folded Unheeding Winter’s Cruel Blast Universe Is God’s Domain, The We Are Coming, Hallelujah! We Are Going Home to Heaven’s Golden City We Are the Happy Children We Have Met Today on the Old Campground We Have Reached an Awful Era We Have Read in Sacred Story We Stand upon the Sea of Glass We Tread upon the Awful Verge We Will Work for Jesus We’ll Follow the Lord All the Way We’re a Happy Christian Band What Awful Darkness Shrouds All the Earth! When Lost in the Darkness of Guilt and Despair When We Pass the Golden Summer Where Art Thou, Wand’ring Sinner? Where Shall We Look for Help in Affliction? While Sleeping Careless on the Brink Whiter Than Snow Who but the Christian Is Happy and Free? Who Can Sing the Wondrous Love of the Son Divine?? Who Is My Life but Christ Alone? Who Will Suffer with the Savior? Why Should a Doubt or Fear Arise? Why Should a Mortal Man Complain? Wonderful Fountain of Glory --hymntime.com/tch

Aurelius Clemens Prudentius

348 - 410 Person Name: Prudentius Author of "Hymn Before Meat" in Hymns of Prudentius Marcus Aurelius Clemens Prudentius, "The Christian Pindar" was born in northern Spain, a magistrate whose religious convictions came late in life. His subsequent sacred poems were literary and personal, not, like those of St. Ambrose, designed for singing. Selections from them soon entered the Mozarabic rite, however, and have since remained exquisite treasures of the Western churches. His Cathemerinon liber, Peristephanon, and Psychomachia were among the most widely read books of the Middle Ages. A concordance to his works was published by the Medieval Academy of America in 1932. There is a considerable literature on his works. --The Hymnal 1940 Companion ============= Prudentius, Aurelius Clemens , with the occasional prefix of Marcus (cf. Migne, vol. lix. p. 593, and Dressel, p. ii. n), is the name of the most prominent and most prolific author of sacred Latin poetry in its earliest days. Of the writer himself we know nothing, or next to nothing, beyond what he has himself told us in a short introduction in verse to his works. From that source we learn that he was a Spaniard, of good family evidently, and that he was born A.D. 348 somewhere in the north of Spain, either at Saragossa, Tarragona, or Calahorra, but at which is left uncertain, by his applying the same expression to all, which if applied only to one would have fixed his place of birth. After receiving a good education befitting his social status he applied himself for some years to practising as a pleader in the local courts of law, until he received promotion to a judgeship in two cities successively:— "Bis legum moderanrine Frenos nobilium reximus urbium Jus civile bonis reddidimus, terruimus reos;" and afterwards to a post of still higher authority: "Tandem militiae gradu Evectum pietas principis extulit." Archbishop Trench considers this last to have been "a high military appointment at court," and such the poet's own words would seem to describe; but it may well be doubted whether a civilian and a lawyer would be eligible for such employment; in which case we may adopt the solution of the difficulty offered in the Prolegomena to our author's works (Migne, vol. lix. p. 601):— "Evectus indeest ad superiorem rnilitia? gradum, nimirum militia? civil is, palatinae, aut praesidialis, non bellicae, castrensis, aut cohortalis; nam ii qui officiis jure consultorum praesidum, rectorum et similium funguntur, vulgo in cod. Theod. militare et ad superiores militias ascendere dicuntur." It was after this lengthened experience at a comparatively early age of positions of trust and power that Prudentius, conscience-smitten on account of the follies and worldliness that had marked his youth and earlier manhood, determined to throw up all his secular employments, and devote the remainder of his life to advancing the interests of Christ's Church by the power of his pen rather than that of his purse and personal position. Accordingly we find that he retired in his 57th year into poverty and private life, and began that remarkable succession of sacred poems upon which his fame now entirely rests. We have no reason however to regard him as another St. Augustine, rescued from the "wretchedness of most unclean living" by this flight from the temptations and engrossing cares of official life into the calm seclusion of a wholly devotional leisure. He had probably rather learnt from sad experience the emptiness and vanity for an immortal soul of the surroundings of even the high places of this world. As he himself expresses it:— "Numquid talia proderunt Carnis post obitum vel bona, vel mala, Cum jam, quicquid id est, quod fueram, mors aboleverit?" and sought, at the cost of all that the world holds dear, those good things which God hath prepared for them that love Him. Beyond the fact of his retirement from the world in this way, and the fruits which it produced in the shape of his voluminous contributions to sacred poetry, we have no further information about our author. To judge from the amount he wrote, his life must have been extended many years after he began his new career, but how long his life was or where he died we are not told. Probably he died circa 413. His works are:— (1) Liber Cathemerinon. "Christian Day, as we may call it" W. S. Lilly, "Chapters in European History," vol. i. p. 208). (2) Liber Peristephanon. "Martyrs' Garlands" (id.). (3) Apotheosis. A work on the Divine Nature, or the Deification of Human Nature in Christ. (4) Hamartigenia. A treatise on the Origin of Sin, directed against the Marcionites. (5) Psychomachia or "The Spiritual Combat"-—an allegorical work. (6) Libri contra Symmachum. A controversial work against the restoration in the Senate House at Rome of the altar of Victory which Gratian had removed. Symmachus had petitioned Valentinian II. for its restoration in 384, but the influence of St. Ambrose had prevailed against him at that time. In 392 the altar was restored, but removed again by Theodosius in 394. After the death of the latter the attempt to restore it was renewed by Arcadius and Honorius, and it was at that time that Prudentius wrote his first book. The second (for there are two) was written in 405. Fague considers that the first may date in 395. (7) The Dittochseon = the double food or double Testament, is a wordy collection of 49 sets of four verses each, on Old and New Testament scenes. Of these different works the most important are the first two, and it is from them that the Liturgical hymns enumerated below have been chiefly compiled. The general character of Prudentius's writings it is not easy fairly to estimate, and to judge by the wholesale laudation he obtains from some of his critics, and the equally unsparing censure of others, his judges have so found it. In venturing upon any opinion upon such a subject, the reader must bear in mind the peculiar position in which the period at which he was writing found the poet. The poetry of classical Rome in all its exact beauty of form had long passed its meridian, and was being replaced by a style which was yet in its infancy, but which burst forth into new life and beauty in the hands of the Mediaeval hymnologists. Prudentius wrote before rhyming Latin verse was thought of, but after attention had ceased to be given to quantities. Under such circumstances it were vain to look for very finished work from him, and such certainly we do not find. But amidst a good deal of what one must confess is tasteless verbiage or clumsy rhetorical ornament-—however varied the metres he employs, numbering some 17—-there are also passages to be found, not unfrequently, of dramatic vigour and noble expression, which may well hold their own with the more musical utterances of a later date. He writes as a man intensely in earnest, and we may gather much from his writings concerning the points of conduct which were deemed the most important in Christian living at a time when a great portion of mankind were still the victims or slaves of a morality which, heathen at the best, was lowered and corrupted the more as the universality of its influence was more and more successfully challenged by the spread of the Gospel of Christ. If, there¬fore, we can scarcely go as far in our author's praise as Barth—-much given to lavish commendation—-who describes him as "Poeta eximius eruditissimus et sanctissimus scriptor; nemo divinius de rebus Christianis unquam scripsit"; or as Bentley—-not given to praise--who calls him the "Horace and Virgil of the Christians," we shall be as loath, considering under what circumstances he wrote, to carp at his style as not being formed on the best ancient models but as confessedly impure; feeling with Archbishop Trench that it is his merit that "whether consciously or unconsciously, he acted on the principle that the new life claimed new forms in which to manifest itself; that he did not shrink from helping forward that great transformation of the Latin language, which it needed to undergo, now that it should be the vehicle of truths which, were all together novel to it." (Sacred Latin Poetry, 1874, p. 121.) The reader will find so exhaustive an account of the various writings of Prudentius in the account given of him and them in Smith and Wace's Dictionary of Christian Biography, and Smith's Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography, that it is only necessary in this work to refer very briefly to them as above. The poems have been constantly reprinted and re-edited, till the editor who produced the best edition we have of them, Albert Dressel (Leipsic, 1860), is able to say that his is the sixty-third. The use made of Prudentius's poems in the ancient Breviaries and Hymnaries was very extensive. In the form of centos stanzas and lines wore compiled and used as hymns; and it is mainly from these centos, and not from the original poems, that the translations into English were made. Daniel, i., Nos. 103-115, gives 13 genuine hymns as having been in use for "Morning," "Christmas," "Epiphany," "Lent," "Easter," "Transfiguration," "Burial," &c, in the older Breviaries. ….Many more which were used in like manner have been translated into English. When to these are added the hymns and those which have not been translated into English, we realise the position and power of Prudentius in the hymnody of the Church. [Rev. Digby S. Wrangham, M.A.] --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907) ============== Prudentius, A. C, p. 915, ii. Two somewhat full versions of Prudentius are: (1) The Cathemerinon and other Poems of Aurelius Prudentius Clemens in English Verse, Lond., Rivington, 1845; and (2) Translations from Prudentius. By Francis St. John Thackeray, M.A.. F.S.A. Lond., Bell & Sons, 1890. --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)

Charles H. Webb

b. 1933 Person Name: Charles H. Webb Harmonizer of "EMMAUS (Sedio)" in The United Methodist Hymnal

Melchior Teschner

1584 - 1635 Composer of "VALET WILL ICH DIR GEBEN" in The Lutheran Hymnal Melchior Teschner (b. Fraustadt [now Wschowa, Poland], Silesia, 1584; d. Oberpritschen, near Fraustadt, 1635) studied philosophy, theology, and music at the University of Frankfurt an-der-Oder and later studied at the universities of Helmstedt and Wittenberg, Germany. From 1609 until 1614 he served as cantor in the Lutheran church in Fraustadt, and from 1614 until his death he was pastor of the church in Oberpritschen. Bert Polman