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In Christ I Feel the Heart of God
Author: Lucy Larcom Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 19 hymnals Lyrics: 1. In Christ I feel the heart of God
Throbbing from Heav’n through earth;
Life stirs again within the clod,
Renewed in beauteous birth;
The soul springs up, a flower of prayer,
Breathing His breath out on the air.
2. In Christ I touch the hand of God,
From His pure height reached down,
By blessèd ways before untrod,
To lift us to our crown;
Vict’ry that only perfect is
Through loving sacrifice, like His.
3. Holding His hand, my steadied feet
May walk the air, the seas;
On life and death His smile falls sweet,
Lights up all mysteries;
Stranger nor exile can I be
In new worlds where He leadeth me.
4. Not my Christ only; He is ours:
Humanity’s close bond;
Key to its vast, unopened powers,
Dream of our dreams beyond.
What yet we shall be none can tell:
Now we are His, and all is well. Used With Tune: SOLITUDE Text Sources: Wild Roses of Cape Ann, 1881
In Christ I Feel the Heart of God
Bless'd Is The Man Who Makes The Word
Author: Harriet Auber Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Bless’d is the man who makes the word Lyrics: 1 Bless’d is the man who makes the word
Of God his constant guide;
There learns the path his Savior trod,
Nor turns his step aside,
But shuns the broad and flowery way
Where vice and folly love to stray.
2 He, like a tree whose spreading root
Refreshing waters lave,
Whose bending boughs with golden fruit
In rich luxuriance wave,
Shall firmly stand when storms invade—
No leaf shall fall, no blossom fade.
3 And when, his life’s brief summer o’er,
He shares the general doom,
Though earth shall know his place no more,
In Heaven he still shall bloom;
And there, with endless glory crowned,
In fruits of righteousness abound. Used With Tune: SOLITUDE Text Sources: Spirit of the Psalms, 1829
Bless'd Is The Man Who Makes The Word
Angels Unawares
Author: Clara H. Thwaites Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: They come to us in simple guise Lyrics: 1 They come to us in simple guise,
In common garb. In sooth
They are not lovely in our eyes,
Though fair in love and truth.
We greet them coldly; after years
We call them "Angels Unawares."
2 There is no halo round their brow,
As pictured saint may bear;
Nay, rather, sorrow marks them now
With stain of grief or tear.
And smiling satire scarcely spares
These mournful "Angels Unawares."
3 They have no eloquence of speech
For us, with fluent flow;
And yet their lovely lives might reach
The heights which angels know.
We scarcely note the beauty theirs,
Till lost—these "Angels Unawares."
4 Or some we scorn! How strange it is
That looks should vex us thus!
That we should spurn, because we miss
Some manner dear to us!
When Memory sings her tender airs
She calls them "Angels Unawares."
5 We deem ’twere easier far of old
Some sandaled saint to greet,
On tented plain, when skies were gold,
And orient airs were sweet.
Saints meet us now ’mid thronging cares
Pass on—are "Angels Unawares."
6 Sweet songs they sing, brave words they say,
Unheeded though they be,
Until, the singer caught away,
We learn their mystery:
Then, singing up the golden stairs,
They beckon—"Angels Unawares."
7 O would we pause, with Christ-like grace,
To aid our fellow-men,
Be not too busy in life’s race
To love as brethren:
Across life’s waste would blow soft airs,
While angels walk, not "Unawares."
Used With Tune: SOLITUDE Text Sources: Songs for Labour and Leisure (London: James Nisbet, 1885)
Angels Unawares
In Christ I Feel the Heart of God
Author: Lucy Larcom Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2962 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1. In Christ I feel the heart of God
Throbbing from Heav’n through earth;
Life stirs again within the clod,
Renewed in beauteous birth;
The soul springs up, a flower of prayer,
Breathing His breath out on the air.
2. In Christ I touch the hand of God,
From His pure height reached down,
By blessèd ways before untrod,
To lift us to our crown;
Vict’ry that only perfect is
Through loving sacrifice, like His.
3. Holding His hand, my steadied feet
May walk the air, the seas;
On life and death His smile falls sweet,
Lights up all mysteries;
Stranger nor exile can I be
In new worlds where He leadeth me.
4. Not my Christ only; He is ours:
Humanity’s close bond;
Key to its vast, unopened powers,
Dream of our dreams beyond.
What yet we shall be none can tell:
Now we are His, and all is well. Languages: English Tune Title: SOLITUDE
In Christ I Feel the Heart of God
Bless'd Is The Man Who Makes The Word
Author: Harriet Auber Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9642 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 First Line: Bless’d is the man who makes the word Lyrics: 1 Bless’d is the man who makes the word
Of God his constant guide;
There learns the path his Savior trod,
Nor turns his step aside,
But shuns the broad and flowery way
Where vice and folly love to stray.
2 He, like a tree whose spreading root
Refreshing waters lave,
Whose bending boughs with golden fruit
In rich luxuriance wave,
Shall firmly stand when storms invade—
No leaf shall fall, no blossom fade.
3 And when, his life’s brief summer o’er,
He shares the general doom,
Though earth shall know his place no more,
In Heaven he still shall bloom;
And there, with endless glory crowned,
In fruits of righteousness abound. Languages: English Tune Title: SOLITUDE
Bless'd Is The Man Who Makes The Word
Angels Unawares
Author: Clara H. Thwaites Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11764 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 First Line: They come to us in simple guise Lyrics: 1 They come to us in simple guise,
In common garb. In sooth
They are not lovely in our eyes,
Though fair in love and truth.
We greet them coldly; after years
We call them "Angels Unawares."
2 There is no halo round their brow,
As pictured saint may bear;
Nay, rather, sorrow marks them now
With stain of grief or tear.
And smiling satire scarcely spares
These mournful "Angels Unawares."
3 They have no eloquence of speech
For us, with fluent flow;
And yet their lovely lives might reach
The heights which angels know.
We scarcely note the beauty theirs,
Till lost—these "Angels Unawares."
4 Or some we scorn! How strange it is
That looks should vex us thus!
That we should spurn, because we miss
Some manner dear to us!
When Memory sings her tender airs
She calls them "Angels Unawares."
5 We deem ’twere easier far of old
Some sandaled saint to greet,
On tented plain, when skies were gold,
And orient airs were sweet.
Saints meet us now ’mid thronging cares
Pass on—are "Angels Unawares."
6 Sweet songs they sing, brave words they say,
Unheeded though they be,
Until, the singer caught away,
We learn their mystery:
Then, singing up the golden stairs,
They beckon—"Angels Unawares."
7 O would we pause, with Christ-like grace,
To aid our fellow-men,
Be not too busy in life’s race
To love as brethren:
Across life’s waste would blow soft airs,
While angels walk, not "Unawares."
Languages: English Tune Title: SOLITUDE
Angels Unawares
Harriet Auber
1773 - 1862 Author of "Bless'd Is The Man Who Makes The Word" in The Cyber Hymnal Auber, Harriet, daughter of Mr. James Auber, b. in London, Oct. 4, 1773. During the greater part of her quiet and secluded life she resided at Broxbourne and Hoddesdon, Herts, and died at the latter place on the 20th Jan., 1862. Miss Auber wrote devotional and other poetry, but only a portion of the former was published in her Spirit of the Psalms, in 1829. This collection is mainly her work, and from it some useful versions of the Psalms have been taken and included in modern hymn-books, about 20 appearing in Spurgeon's Our Own Hymn Book, 1866. Miss Auber's name is widely known, but it is principally through her exquisite lyric, "Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed," and the Epiphany hymn, "Bright was the guiding star that led." (For criticism of her work, see English Psalters, §. 17.)
In addition to these and other hymns by Miss Auber, which are annotated under their respective first lines, the following are also in C. V., but principally in America:—
1. Arise, ye people, and adore. Easter.
2. As Thy chosen people, Lord. Ps. lxciii.
3. Can guilty man indeed believe? Ps. xciv.
4. Delightful is the task to sing. Ps. cxlvii.
5. Father of Spirits, Nature's God. Ps. cxxxi.
6. Hail, gracious Source of every good. Ps. Ixv.
7. Hasten, Lord, the glorious time. Ps. lxxii.
8. Jehovah reigns, O earth, rejoice. Ps. xccii.
9. Join, all ye servants of the Lord. H. Scriptures.
10. Jesus, Lord, to Thee we sing. Ps. cx.
11. O all ye lands, rejoice in God. Ps. lxvi.
12. O God our Strength, to Thee the song. Ps. lIxxxi.
13. O praise our great and gracious Lord. Ps. lxxviii.
14. On thy church, O power divine. Ps. lxvii.
15. Sweet is the work, O Lord. Sunday.
16. That Thou, O Lord, art ever nigh. Ps. lxxv.
17. The Lord, Who hath redeemed our souls. Ps. xxxi.
18. When all bespeaks a Father's love. Ps. set.
19. When dangers press and fears invade. Ps. lxii.
20. Who, O Lord, when life is o'er. Ps. xv.
21. Whom have we Lord, in heaven, but Thee. Ps. lxxiii.
22. Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold. Ascension.
23. With hearts in love abounding. Ps. xlv.
24. With joy we hail the sacred day. Sunday.
25. Vainly through the night the ranger. Ps. cxvii.
All these psalm-versions and hymns are from her Spirit of the Psalms, London, 1829.
- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)
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Auber, Harriet, p. 90, ii. The following versions of psalms from her Spirit of the Psalms, 1829, are also in common use:-
1. Great God, wert Thou extreme to mark. Ps. cxxx. "Thy servants in the temple watched," begins with stanza ii. of this.
2. How blest are they who daily prove. Ps. xli.
3. How blest the children of the Lord. Altered from Ps. cxii.
4. Jehovah, great and awful name. Part of Ps. Ixxviii.
5. 0 Thou Whom heaven's bright host revere. Ps. Ixxxiv.
6. Praise the Lord, our mighty King. Ps. cxxxv.
7. Spirit of peace, Who as a [celestial] Dove. Ps. cxxxiii.
8. Thou by Whose strength the mountains stand. Ps. Ixv.
9. To heaven our longing eyes we raise. Ps. cxxi.
10. Vainly through night's weary hours. Ps. cxxvii. Sometimes "Vainly through the night the ranger."
11. While all the golden harps above. Easter.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)
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Harriet Auber
Lucy Larcom
1824 - 1893 Author of "In Christ I Feel the Heart of God" in The Cyber Hymnal Larcom, Lucy, was born at Beverley Farm, Massachusetts, in 1826. Her Poems were published in 1864. Her hymn, "When for me the silent oar" [Death Anticipated), was published in 1868. She died in 1893.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)
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Larcom, Lucy, p. 1576, ii. The extended use of this writer's hymns justifies a more detailed account of her life and work than is given on p. 1576. She was born in 1824, and worked from 1837-45 in the mills of Lawrence, Mass., then engaged in elementary teaching 1846-49, became a student at Monticello Female Seminary, Alton, Ill., 1849-52, and then entered upon advanced teaching in higher-class schools, and literary work. She edited with J. G. Whittier, Child Life in Poetry, 1871; Child Life in Prose, 1873; Songs of Three Centuries, 1875, &c. Her own works are Poems, 1869; Childhood Songs, 1875; Wild Roses of Cape Ann, 1881; Poetical Works, 1885; At the Beautiful Gate; And Other Songs of Faith, 1892. Her autobiography was published as A New England Girlhood. She died in 1893. In addition to "When for me the silent oar," of her hymns the following are in common use:—
i. From her Poems, 1869.
1. Hand in hand with angels. Angelic companion¬ship.
2. If the world seems cold to you.
3. When for me the silent oar. Death
ii. From her Wild Roses of Cape Ann, 1881.
4. In Christ I feel the heart of God.
5. O Spirit, "Whose name is the Saviour.”
in. From her Poetical Works, 1885.
6. Breaks the joyful Easter dawn, master.
7. Heavenly Helper, Friend Divine. Christ the Friend.
iv. From her At the Beautiful Gate, &c, 1892.
8. Draw Thou, my soul, O Christ. Looking to Jesus.
9. O God, Thy world is sweet with prayer. Prayer.
10. Open your hearts as a flower to the light.
11. King, happy bells of Easter time. Easter.
The above notes are from the British Museum copies of Miss Larcom's works.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)
Lucy Larcom
