Frederick William Faber - Hymns

Hymns

Among his best-known hymns are:

  • Faith of Our Fathers (hymn)
  • Father of Mercies, Day by Day (1849)
  • I was wandering and weary
  • Jesus is God, the glorious bands (n. 298, The Church Hymn Book (1872)), written in 1862
  • My God, how wonderful thou art (n. 195 in Hymn Book), written in 1849
  • O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord (n. 754, Hymn Book), written in 1848
  • O paradise! O paradise (n. 1443, Hymn Book), written in 1849
  • Oh, come and mourn with me awhile (n. 464, Hymn Book), written in 1849
  • Oh, gift of gifts (n. 676, Hymn Book), written in 1848
  • Sweet Saviour, bless us were we go
  • There's a Wideness in God's Mercy (translated into Swedish in 1970 by Britt G. Hallqvist)
  • The Greatness of God
  • The Will of God
  • The Eternal Father
  • The God of my Childhood
  • The Pilgrims of the Night
  • The Land beyond the Sea
  • The Shadow of the Rock

Those hymns are also used in Protestant collections as well. Faber was a supporter of congregational singing and wrote his hymns in an age when English Catholics did not necessarily feel comfortable singing the hymns of their Protestant neighbors. So Faber, as a Catholic, expanded their hymns suitable for congregational singing and encouraged the practice.

Read more about this topic:  Frederick William Faber

Famous quotes containing the word hymns:

    “So do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is. Do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery; but be filled with the Spirit, as you sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs among yourselves, singing and making melody to the Lord in your hearts, giving thanks to God the Father at all times and for everything in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.”
    —Bible: New Testament, Ephesians 5:17-20.

    “What wondrous love is this
    That caused the Lord of bliss
    To bear the dreadful curse for my soul”
    —Unknown. “What Wondrous Love is this!” L. 3-5, Dupuy’s Hymns and Spiritual Songs (1811)

    “Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice,
    You can endure the livery of a nun,
    For aye to be in shady cloister mewed,
    To live a barren sister all your life,
    Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
    Thrice blessed they that master so their blood
    To undergo such maiden pilgrimage.”
    —William Shakespeare (1564–1616)