Frederick William Faber
Frederick William Faber Poems
- The Wren There is a bay, all still and lone, And in the ...
- The Will Of God I worship thee, sweet will of God! And all ...
- Jesus Gentlest Savior Jesus, gentlest Savior, God of might ...
- Deep In The Holy Church Deep in the holy Church are ...
- Laud's Devotions In stillest prayers and hours of holy ...
- First Love I have been long without a home, And yearned too ...
- She Is Bright And Young She is bright and young, and her ...
Frederick William Faber (28 June 1814 — 26 September 1863), British hymn writer and theologian, was born at Calverley, Yorkshire, where his grandfather, Thomas Faber, was vicar.
Faber attended the grammar school of Bishop Auckland for a short time, but a large portion of his boyhood was spent in Westmorland. He afterwards went to Harrow and Balliol College, Oxford. In 1835, he obtained ... more »
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There is a bay, all still and lone,
And in the shade one broad grey stone
Where at the evening hour
The sun upon the water weaves
Motions of light among the leaves
Of a low-hanging bower:
And one old sycamore that dips
Into the stream its dark-green tips,
And drinks all day and night:
And opposite, the mountain high
Doth intercept the deep blue sky
And shuts it out from sight.
Last year it was my haunted seat,
And every evening did I meet
A grave and solemn Wren:
He sate and never spoke a word;
A holy and religious bird
He seemed unto me ...