Reginald Heber
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To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.
Thomas TraherneReginald Heber (April 21, 1783 - April 3, 1826) was an English bishop, now remembered chiefly as a hymn-writer.
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Hymns
- Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.- Epiphany, st. 1 (1811)
- By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!- First Sunday After Epiphany, no. 2 (1812)
- The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood red banner streams afar:
Who follows in His train?- The Son of God Goes Forth to War, st. 1 (1812)
- From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand.- Missionary Hymn, st. 1 (1819)
- Though every great prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.- Missionary Hymn, st. 2 (1819)
- The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.- Missionary Hymn, st. 2 (1819)
- Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee:
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity.- Holy, Holy, Holy! (1827)
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- Failed the bright promise of your early day.
- Palestine.
- No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence!
- Palestine. Note: Altered in later editions to: "No workman’s steel, no ponderous axes rung, Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung".
- When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
- Seventh Sunday after Trinity.
- Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.- At a Funeral, No. i.
- Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.- At a Funeral, No. ii.
- Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright soe’er,
Still fluctuates o’er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as ’t is fair.- On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.
- I see them on their winding way,
About their ranks the moonbeams play. - Lines written to a March.
- I see them on their winding way,