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John Greenleaf Whittier
1807-1892
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Born: December 17, 1807, near Haverhill, Massachusetts. Died: September 7, 1892, Hampton Falls, New Hampshire. Buried: Union Cemetery, Haverhill, Massachusetts. |
At age 22, Whittier became editor of the American Manufacturer in Boston, Massachusetts. In 1830, he began editing the Haverhill Gazette and the New England Weekly Review (Hartford, Connecticut). In 1835, Whittier was elected to the Massachusetts legislature. From 1847 to 1859, he wrote for The National Era in Washington, DC.
Whittier was influential in the anti-slavery movement, and served as secretary of the American Anti-Slavery Society. When he moved to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he edited the Pennsylvania Freeman. Mobs attacked him several times because of his views.
Whittier is known as America’s “Quaker poet”; his works include The Panorama, and other Poems, 1856. He also wrote almost 100 hymns.
Hymns:
- All as God Wills
- All Things Are Thine
- Dear Lord and Father of Mankind
- God Giveth Quietness at Last
- Green Earth Sends Its Incense Up, The
- Hast Thou, ’Midst Life’s Empty Noises
- I Ask Not Now for Gold to Gild
- I Bow My Forehead to the Dust
- Immortal Love, Forever Full
- It May Not Be Our Lot
- May Freedom Speed Onward, Wherever the Blood
- Now Is the Seed Time
- O Backward Looking Son of Time
- O Beauty, Old Yet Ever New
- O Brother Man
- O Fairest Born of Love and Light
- O, He Whom Jesus Loves Has Truly Spoken
- O Holy Father, Just and True
- O Lord and Master of Us All
- O Love! O Life!
- O Maker of the Fruits and Flowers
- O Not Alone with Outward Sign
- O Pure Reformers, Not in Vain
- O Sometimes Gleams upon Our Sight
- O Thou, at Whose Rebuke the Grave
- O Thou, Whose Presence Went Before
- O, What Thou Our Feet May Not Tread Where Christ Trod
- Our Friend, Our Brother, and Our Lord
- Path of Life We Walk Today, The
- Shall We Grow Weary in Our Watch?
- Sound over All Waters
- Sport of the Changeful Multitude
- Thine Are All the Gifts, O God
- Thou Hast Fallen in Thine Armor
- Today, Beneath Thy Chastening Eye
- We Faintly Hear, We Dimly See
- We See Not, Know Not
- We May Not Climb the Heavenly Steeps
- When on My Day of Life
- Who Fathoms the Eternal Thought
- With Silence Only as Their Benediction
- Within the Maddening Maze of Things
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