|Short Name:||Maltbie D. Babcock|
|Full Name:||Babcock, Maltbie D. (Maltbie Davenport), 1858-1901|
Babcock, Maltbie Davenport, D.D., was born at Syracuse, N.Y., Aug. 3, 1858. Graduating from Syracuse University, he was ordained to the Presbyterian Ministry and was pastor of churches in Lockport, N.Y., Baltimore, and N.Y. City. He died at Naples, Italy, May 18th, 1901. He was richly gifted, and his short career was memorable for the extraordinary influence of his personality and his preaching. Extracts from his sermons and poems were published in 1901 as Thoughts for Every Day Living; and his Biography by Dr. C. E. Robinson in 1904. He contributed to the Presbyterian School Hymnal, 1899, the following hymns:—
1. Gaily the bells are ringing. Faster.
2. O blessed Saviour, Lord of love. Unto Me.
3. Shining Sun, shining sun. Child's Hymn.
The tunes to these hymns were of his own composing. In The Pilgrim Hymnal, 1904, there is:—
4. Rest in the Lord, my soul. Trust and Peace and in the American Methodist Hymnal, 1905:—
5. Be strong: we are not here to play. Activity in God's Service.
Nos. 4 and 5 are from Thoughts for Every Day Living, 1901; but undated. [Rev. L. F. Benson, D.D.]
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)
|Texts by Maltbie D. Babcock (18)||As||Instances|
|Back of the loaf the snowy flour||M. D. Babcock (Author)||6|
|Be strong, be strong, we are not here to play||Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||4|
|Be strong! We are not here to play||Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||43|
|Dear Savior, ere we part, We lift our hearts to thee||M. D. Babcock (Author)||2|
|Gaily the bells are ringing||Rev. Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||2|
|God's boundless love||Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||4|
|Little bird, little bird Singing in the tree||M. D. Babcock (Author)||8|
|No distant Lord have I||Maltbie Babcock (Author)||6|
|O blessed Savior, Lord of love||Rev. Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||3|
|O mundo é teu, Senhor||Maltbie Davenport Babcock (Author)||2|
|Rest in the Lord, my soul||M. D. Babcock (Author)||8|
|Shining sun, shining sun||Rev. Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||2|
|This is my Father's world And to my listening ears||Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||248|
|This is my Father's world, the birds||Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||2|
|This is my Father's world, Upon its Wondrous birth||Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||2|
|We are not here to play, to dream, to drift||Maltbie Babcock (Author)||7|
|We thank thee, dear Father||M. D. Babcock (Author)||2|
|When the great sun sinks to his rest||Maltbie D. Babcock (Author)||7|