Cecil Frances Alexander
Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander, was a hymn-writer and poet.
Alexander was born in Dublin, the third child and second daughter of Major John Humphreys (of Norfolk, land-agent to 4th Earl of Wicklow and later to the second Marquess of Abercorn), and Elizabeth (née Reed). She began writing verse in her childhood, being strongly influenced by Dr Walter Hook, Dean of Chichester. Her subsequent religious work was strongly influenced by her contacts with the Oxford Movement and in particular with John Keble, who edited one of her anthologies. By the 1840s she was already known as a hymn writer and her compositions were soon included in Church of Ireland hymnbooks. She also contributed... more »
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Cecil Frances Alexander Poems
Maker of Heaven and Earth (All Things Br...
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
There Is A Green Hill
THERE is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all.
Jesus Calls Us
Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult of our life's wild, restless sea, day by day his clear voice soundeth, saying, 'Christian, follow me;'
Where the acorn tumbles down, Where the ash tree sheds its berry,
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Maker of Heaven and Earth (All Things Bright and Beautiful)
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold ...