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D. S. Warner

1842 - 1895 Person Name: Daniel S. Warner Author of "What Manner of Love" in Timeless Truths Warner, Daniel Sidney. (near Marshallville, Wayne County, Ohio, 1842--1895). Church of God. Reared on an Ohio farm. During the Civil War, he substituted for a brother. Later he taught school. He attended Oberlin College briefly in 1865. By 1867 he was licensed to preach by the Western Ohio Eldership of the Church of God (Winebrennerian). His experience in preaching was gained on circuits in Nebraska and Ohio. In 1874 he was in trouble with the Eldership for preaching entire sanctification. Soon he joined the Indiana Eldership. In 1881 he was in trouble with this Eldership over sectism. Warner was an associate editor of the Herals of Gospel Freedom in 1878. this paper was merged with the Pilgrim about 1881, and the new paper was called the Gospel Trumpet, with Warner as its editor. Warner was forced to move the paper about, seeing for firm financial foundations. The publishing work was at last established in Grand Junction, Michigan, enabling Warner to travel more extensively with a group of evangelists. Warner's time was spent in editing the Trumpet, writing books, tracts, and songs, and making evangelistic tours of the United States. --John W.V. Smith, DNAH Archives =================================== Daniel Sidney Warner, 1842-1895 Born: June 25, 1842, Bristol (now Marshallville), Ohio. Died: December 12, 1895, Grand Junction, Michigan, of pneumonia. Buried: Near Grand Junction, Michigan, at the edge of the Church of God campground that was once there. As of 1880, Warner was living in Rome City, Indiana. His works include: Echoes From Glory, with Barney Warren (Grand Junction, Michigan: The Gospel Trumpet Publishing Company, 1893) Lyrics-- Ah Poor Alien Far from the Fold of Love Ah Poor Sinner, Think of Calvary All This World, Its Wealth and Honor All Ye People, Come Down to the Judgment Begun Along a Dark and Gloomy Path Are You of the Holy Remnant Are You Ready, Waiting for the Lord? Are You Sowing Seeds of Kindness? Asleep in Jesus, Oh, How Sweet A Gentle Hand Unseen by Us A Long Time I Wandered Away Beautiful, Peaceful Zion Behold a Form upon the Lonely Mount Behold, What Love, What Boundless Love Bond of Perfectness, The Borne Away in Mind and Spirit Brighter Days Are Sweetly Dawning By Thy Blessed Word Obeying Can the Spirit of a Mortal Church of God, Thou Spotless Virgin Church of the Living God Come, Behold the Love of Jesus Come unto Me, All Ye That Labor Come, Within That Upper Chamber Dear Friends, We Have Precious Tidings of Old Don’t Resist the Holy Spirit Down into the Flowing River Do You Triumph, O My Brother? Ere Christ Will Reign Within Thy Heart Fair City of the Gospel Day Far Down o’er the Ages a Promise Divine Fill Me with Thy Spirit From My Soul and All Within From the Mount of Heavenly Vision God Is Sitting in the Awful Valley God Is Sweeping through the Nations God of Mercy, God of Love Great Peace Have They That Love Thy Law Hallelujah to Jesus! Hark, in the Bible a Warning Hear the Tidings of a Kingdom Hear the Voice of Our Commander Hear Ye the Moan of a Soul That Is Lost Here We Meet and Part in Jesus His Yoke Is Easy How Often I’ve Pondered My Struggles Within How Sweet Is My Walk with Jesus! How Sweet This Bond of Perfectness I Am Resting in Jesus, Hallelujah! I Know My Name Is There I Heard the Dear Redeemer Say I Lost My Life for Jesus on the Cross I Ought to Love My Savior I Seem to Hear an Angel Choir I Will Be with Thee, O, Child of Love I Will Part with Thee, Old Master I Will Trust Thee, O My Father If Thou Wilt Know the Fountain Deep I’ll Sing of a River Divine In the Chambers of Thy Bosom In the Light of God In the Morning of the Lord Is the Spirit Glowing in Thy Heart? It Is Written in the Bible I’ve Found a Friend in Jesus I’ve Found My Lord and He Is Mine I’ve Reached the Land of Pure Delight Jesus Drank the Cup of Sorrow Jesus Has Taken My Load of Sin Jesus, Thou a Fountain Art Last Great Day, The Let Us Sing an Invitation Let Us Sing a Sweet Song of the Home of the Soul Let Us Sing the Name of Jesus Life Is Not a Mystic Dream Light in Our Darkness, Brother Lord Our Shepherd, The Listen, Sinner, to the Voice Lord, the Shades of Night Lo, Heaven Now Opens to Rapturous View Lo the Kingdom of Heaven We See Lo, wisdom Crieth in the Streets Mansion Is Waiting in Glory, A Men Speak of a Church Triumphant Mighty Messengers Are Running My Jesus Died for Me upon the Cross My Name Is in the Book of Life My Soul in Trouble Roamed My Soul Is Satisfied My Soul Is Saved from Sin Not in the Temples Made with Hands Now My Pilgrim toils Are Over Now the Great King of Babel O Blessed Jesus, for Thee W Are Waiting O Blessed Jesus, Thy Love Is Supreme O Careless Sinner, Wake to Mercy’s Call O God, Inspire Our Morning Hymn O How Can Anyone Refuse O How Sublime Is the Life of the Christian O Let Us Sing the Mighty Love O Love Divine, Unfathomed! O Praise the Lord, My Soul Is Saved O Precious Bible! Burning Words from Heaven O Sinner, Come Home to the Savior O W Love the Children’s Meeting O What Deep and Pure Compassion O Worship God, the Father O Ye Pilgrims, Sing an Exhortation O’er the Door of Heaven’s Kingdom Oft My Heart Has Bled with Sorrow Oh, Worship God the Father, Just and True Oh, Come and Praise the Lord Today Oh, When We Remember the Goodness O Who Can Stand the Judgment Day Oh, Why Should I Be Lost Onward Moves the Great Eternal Our God Is Love, the Angels Know Perishing Souls at Stake Today! Pilgrim of Jesus, o’er Life’s Troubled Sea Praise the Lord with Songs of Glory Rejoice, Little Ones, in the Promise Divine River of Peace Salvation Is the Sweetest Thing See the Great King of Babel Shall I Tell You Why I Ceased from Folly? Shall My Soul Ascend with Rapture Shield of Faith, The Since I Have Found My Savior Sing of Salvation, O, it Was Love Sinner, will You Lose Your Soul Sunbeams Sparkling and Glancing Sweet Fellowship, Thy Crystal Tide Sweetly Whispered the Lord in My Mind Take the Shield of Faith, My Brother Tell Me, Pilgrim, Traveling Homeward Tell Me, Watchman, Oh, What of the Morning There Are Some Rays of Hope Divine There Are Tidings of a Land Far Away There Is a Blest Pavilion There Is a Grace Few Mortals Find There Is a Story I Often Must Ponder There Is Joy in the Service of the Master There Was a Bright and Lovely Boy There’s an Angel of Mercy from Heaven There’s a Fact No Mortal Ever Can Deny There’s a Fountain of Blood That Atones for the Soul There’s a Land of Everlasting Song There’s a Peaceful Valley of Decision Found There’s a Song We Love to Sing There’s an Awful Day That’s Coming There’s Mercy, Poor Sinner, for Thee There’s Music in My Soul This Is Why I Love My Savior Tho’ All Along My Happy Pilgrim Race Time Enough, the Sluggard Cries Time Onward Flows Like a River Vast Trusting in Jesus, My Savior and Friend ’Twas Sung by the Poets Two Little Hands Are Sweetly Folded Unheeding Winter’s Cruel Blast Universe Is God’s Domain, The We Are Coming, Hallelujah! We Are Going Home to Heaven’s Golden City We Are the Happy Children We Have Met Today on the Old Campground We Have Reached an Awful Era We Have Read in Sacred Story We Stand upon the Sea of Glass We Tread upon the Awful Verge We Will Work for Jesus We’ll Follow the Lord All the Way We’re a Happy Christian Band What Awful Darkness Shrouds All the Earth! When Lost in the Darkness of Guilt and Despair When We Pass the Golden Summer Where Art Thou, Wand’ring Sinner? Where Shall We Look for Help in Affliction? While Sleeping Careless on the Brink Whiter Than Snow Who but the Christian Is Happy and Free? Who Can Sing the Wondrous Love of the Son Divine?? Who Is My Life but Christ Alone? Who Will Suffer with the Savior? Why Should a Doubt or Fear Arise? Why Should a Mortal Man Complain? Wonderful Fountain of Glory --hymntime.com/tch

Charles Wesley

1707 - 1788 Author of "Psalm 147:1-6" in Chalice Hymnal Charles Wesley, M.A. was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley family, perhaps, taking quantity and quality into consideration, the great hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, being provided with a home and board by his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free. In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor. In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much deepened, and he became one of the first band of "Oxford Methodists." In 1735 he went with his brother John to Georgia, as secretary to General Oglethorpe, having before he set out received Deacon's and Priest's Orders on two successive Sundays. His stay in Georgia was very short; he returned to England in 1736, and in 1737 came under the influence of Count Zinzendorf and the Moravians, especially of that remarkable man who had so large a share in moulding John Wesley's career, Peter Bonier, and also of a Mr. Bray, a brazier in Little Britain. On Whitsunday, 1737, [sic. 1738] he "found rest to his soul," and in 1738 he became curate to his friend, Mr. Stonehouse, Vicar of Islington, but the opposition of the churchwardens was so great that the Vicar consented that he "should preach in his church no more." Henceforth his work was identified with that of his brother John, and he became an indefatigable itinerant and field preacher. On April 8, 1749, he married Miss Sarah Gwynne. His marriage, unlike that of his brother John, was a most happy one; his wife was accustomed to accompany him on his evangelistic journeys, which were as frequent as ever until the year 1756," when he ceased to itinerate, and mainly devoted himself to the care of the Societies in London and Bristol. Bristol was his headquarters until 1771, when he removed with his family to London, and, besides attending to the Societies, devoted himself much, as he had done in his youth, to the spiritual care of prisoners in Newgate. He had long been troubled about the relations of Methodism to the Church of England, and strongly disapproved of his brother John's "ordinations." Wesley-like, he expressed his disapproval in the most outspoken fashion, but, as in the case of Samuel at an earlier period, the differences between the brothers never led to a breach of friendship. He died in London, March 29, 1788, and was buried in Marylebone churchyard. His brother John was deeply grieved because he would not consent to be interred in the burial-ground of the City Road Chapel, where he had prepared a grave for himself, but Charles said, "I have lived, and I die, in the Communion of the Church of England, and I will be buried in the yard of my parish church." Eight clergymen of the Church of England bore his pall. He had a large family, four of whom survived him; three sons, who all became distinguished in the musical world, and one daughter, who inherited some of her father's poetical genius. The widow and orphans were treated with the greatest kindness and generosity by John Wesley. As a hymn-writer Charles Wesley was unique. He is said to have written no less than 6500 hymns, and though, of course, in so vast a number some are of unequal merit, it is perfectly marvellous how many there are which rise to the highest degree of excellence. His feelings on every occasion of importance, whether private or public, found their best expression in a hymn. His own conversion, his own marriage, the earthquake panic, the rumours of an invasion from France, the defeat of Prince Charles Edward at Culloden, the Gordon riots, every Festival of the Christian Church, every doctrine of the Christian Faith, striking scenes in Scripture history, striking scenes which came within his own view, the deaths of friends as they passed away, one by one, before him, all furnished occasions for the exercise of his divine gift. Nor must we forget his hymns for little children, a branch of sacred poetry in which the mantle of Dr. Watts seems to have fallen upon him. It would be simply impossible within our space to enumerate even those of the hymns which have become really classical. The saying that a really good hymn is as rare an appearance as that of a comet is falsified by the work of Charles Wesley; for hymns, which are really good in every respect, flowed from his pen in quick succession, and death alone stopped the course of the perennial stream. It has been the common practice, however for a hundred years or more to ascribe all translations from the German to John Wesley, as he only of the two brothers knew that language; and to assign to Charles Wesley all the original hymns except such as are traceable to John Wesley through his Journals and other works. The list of 482 original hymns by John and Charles Wesley listed in this Dictionary of Hymnology have formed an important part of Methodist hymnody and show the enormous influence of the Wesleys on the English hymnody of the nineteenth century. -- Excerpts from John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907) ================== Charles Wesley, the son of Samuel Wesley, was born at Epworth, Dec. 18, 1707. He was educated at Westminster School and afterwards at Christ Church, Oxford, where he graduated M.A. In 1735, he took Orders and immediately proceeded with his brother John to Georgia, both being employed as missionaries of the S.P.G. He returned to England in 1736. For many years he engaged with his brother in preaching the Gospel. He died March 29, 1788. To Charles Wesley has been justly assigned the appellation of the "Bard of Methodism." His prominence in hymn writing may be judged from the fact that in the "Wesleyan Hymn Book," 623 of the 770 hymns were written by him; and he published more than thirty poetical works, written either by himself alone, or in conjunction with his brother. The number of his separate hymns is at least five thousand. --Annotations of the Hymnal, Charles Hutchins, M.A., 1872.

William J. Kirkpatrick

1838 - 1921 Person Name: Wm. J. Kirkpatrick Composer of "[Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, alone]" in Unfading Treasures William J. Kirkpatrick (b. Duncannon, PA, 1838; d. Philadelphia, PA, 1921) received his musical training from his father and several other private teachers. A carpenter by trade, he engaged in the furniture business from 1862 to 1878. He left that profession to dedicate his life to music, serving as music director at Grace Methodist Church in Philadelphia. Kirkpatrick compiled some one hundred gospel song collections; his first, Devotional Melodies (1859), was published when he was only twenty-one years old. Many of these collections were first published by the John Hood Company and later by Kirkpatrick's own Praise Publishing Company, both in Philadelphia. Bert Polman

C. J. Miller

Composer of "SCHILLER" in Sweet Fields of Eden

E. C. Avis

1859 - 1933 Composer of "[Go work in the harvest of the Lord]" in Sacred Chimes

George A. Minor

1845 - 1904 Composer of "[Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness]" in Timeless Truths George A. Minor was a native of Richmond, Virginia. He was an active member of the First Baptist church and led the singing in the Sunday school of that church. He composed several Sunday school hymns. He worked for the Hume-Minor Company, a piano and music dealer, and for the Mason-Hamlin Company,a piano manufacturer. Dianne Shapiro, excerpted from obituary in "Richmond Times-Dispatch," January 31, 1904

S. B. Ellenberger

1831 - 1899 Composer of "[I stand beside the crimson stream]" in Windows of Heaven

William G. Tomer

1833 - 1896 Person Name: W. G. Tomer Composer of "GOD BE WITH YOU" in International Song Service Born: October 5, 1833, New Jersey. Died: September 26, 1896, New Jersey. Buried: Union Cemetery, Finesville, New Jersey. Tomer studied singing and sang in the choir in Finesville, New Jersey, and began teaching school at age 17. He served in the Union army during the American civil war, then worked as a clerk in Washington, DC, served as music director for Grace Methodist Episcopal Church, and taught school in New Carpentersville and Greenwich, New Jersey. He was living in Greenwich as of 1880. --www.cyberhymnal.org/

Thomas Shepherd

1665 - 1739 Author of "Must Jesus Bear the Cross Alone?" in Praise and Worship Hymns Shepherd, Thomas, son of William Shepherd, sometime Vicar of Tilbrook, Bedfordshire, and subsequently a Nonconformist Minister at Oundle, and at Kettering, was born in 1665. Taking Holy Orders he held for some time preferment in Huntingdonshire, and in Buckinghamshire. Seceding from the Church of England, he became, in 1694, pastor of the Castle Hill Meeting House (Independent), Nottingham, of which Dr. Doddridge was subsequently pastor. In 1700 he removed to Bocking, near Braintree, Essex, where he began his work in a barn. A chapel was erected for his congregation in 1707. He died Jan. 29, 1739. His publications consisted chiefly of Sermons, His Penitential Cries were a continuance of those by John Mason, who wrote the first six and the version of Ps. 86, and were published with Mason's Songs of Praise in 1693. It must be noted that in D. Sedgwick's reprint of the Songs, and the Penitential Cries, in 1859, Mason's Cries are under the head of Songs, &c, pp. 49-61, and those under Penitential Cries, are all by Shepherd. Some of these Cries are still in common use including, "My God, my God, my Light, my Love " (Longing for God) ; and "When wilt Thou come unto me, Lord" (Communion with God desired). -- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)