Reginald Heber

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Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.

Reginald Heber (21 April 17833 April 1826) was an English bishop, now remembered chiefly as a hymn-writer.

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  • We deny our Lord whenever, like Demas, we through love of this present world forsake the course of duty which Christ has plainly pointed out to us.
    • Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 189.
  • Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.
    • Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 213.
  • Remember that every guilty compliance with the humors of the world, every sinful indulgence of our own passions, is laying up cares and fears for the hour of darkness; and that the remembrance of ill-spent time will strew our sick-bed with thorns, and rack our sinking spirits with despair.
    • Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 547.
  • When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
    • Hymn for Seventh Sunday after Trinity; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 746.

Hymns[edit]

  • No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,
    Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
    Majestic silence.
    • Palestine, line 163; "No workman's steel", as recited by Heber in The Sheldonian (June 15, 1803).
  • Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
    Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
    Star of the east the horizon adorning,
    Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
    • "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?
    Who best can drink his cup of woe,
    Triumphant over pain,
    Who patient bears his cross below,
    He follows in His train.
  • From Greenland's icy mountains,
    From India's coral strand,
    Where Afric's sunny fountains
    Roll down their golden sand.
    From many an ancient river,
    From many a palmy plain,
    They call us to deliver
    Their land from error's chain.
  • 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.
  • Then on! then on! where duty leads,
    My course be onward still.
    • Journal; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 207.
  • Before, beside us, and above
    The firefly lights his lamp of love.
    • Tour Through Ceylon; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 273.
  • With drooping bells of clearest blue
    Thou didst attract my childish view,
    Almost resembling
    The azure butterflies that flew
    Where on the heath thy blossoms grew
    So lightly trembling.
    • The Harebell reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 353.
  • What though the spicy breezes
    Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
    Though every prospect pleases,
    And only man is vile.
    • Missionary Hymn ("Java" in one version); reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 487.

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  • Failed the bright promise of your early day?
    • Palestine, line 113.
  • No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
    Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
    Majestic silence!
    • "Palestine"; this was altered in later editions to: "No workman’s steel, no ponderous axes rung, Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung".
  • Beneath our feet and o'er our head
    Is equal warning given:
    Beneath us lie the countless dead,
    Above us is the heaven!

    Death rides on every passing breeze,
    And lurks in every flower;
    Each season has its own disease,
    Its peril every hour.

    • "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".

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