|Short Name:||Benjamin Russell Hanby|
|Full Name:||Hanby, B. R. (Benjamin Russel), 1833-1867|
Benjamin R. Hanby
Born: July 22, 1833, Rushville, Ohio.
Died: March 16, 1867, Chicago, Illinois.
Buried: Otterbein Cemetery, Westerville, Ohio.
Son of a United Brethren minister, Hanby attended Otterbein University in Westerville, Ohio. Upon graduation, he worked for the college, then served as principal of an academy in Seven Mile, Ohio. He later pastored in Lewisburg and New Paris, then went on to work for music publishers John Church Company (Cincinnati, Ohio) and Root and Cady (Chicago, Illinois). He wrote over five dozen songs, many of which appeared in the quarterly Our Song Birds.
One of Hanby’s best known secular songs is "Darling Nelly Gray". He wrote the song while attending Otterbein College, in response to the plight of a runaway slave named Joseph Selby (or Shelby). Hanby’s father, Bishop William Hanby, a United Brethren minister active in the Underground Railroad, was trying to raise money to free Selby’s beloved. Hanby’s works include:
The Dove, a Collection of Music for Day and Sunday Schools, Juvenile Singing Classes, and the Social Circle, with George Root (Chicago, Illinois: Root & Cady, 1866)
|Texts by Benjamin Russell Hanby (21)||As||Instances|
|All together, all together||B. R. Hanby (Author)||4|
|Down from the skies bending low||B. R. Hanby (Author)||8|
|Down in that cottage lives Weaver John||B. R. Hanby (Author)||3|
|Hark, how your leader's bugle is sounding||B. R. Hanby (Author)||5|
|Ho, ho, ho, out to the beautiful groves we go||B. R. Hanby (Author)||3|
|How sweet the holy hour||B. R. Hanby (Author)||4|
|Jipidee, jipidee, blithe and gay||B. R. Hanby (Author)||3|
|Little eyes, little eyes Open with the morning light||Rev. B. R. Hanby (Author)||12|
|Little floweret, press thy way||B. R. Hanby (Author)||2|
|Now to the Lord on high||B. R. Hanby (Author)||5|
|O sing to me of that better land||B. R. Hanby (Author)||5|
|Row row row over the beautiful||B. R. Hanby (Author)||2|
|See the Savior in the temple||B. R. Hanby (Author)||8|
|The morning is beaming||B. R. Hanby (Author)||2|
|These temperance folks do crowd us awfully||B. R. Hanby (Author)||5|
|Up the steeps the morn is bounding||B. R. Hanby (Author)||2|
|We are coming, sang the robin||B. R. Hanby (Author)||2|
|We are coming, we are coming||B. R. Hanby (Author)||8|
|We come in childhood's joyfulness||B. R. Hanby (Author)||7|
|We come, we come, a waiting band||B. R. Hanby (Author)||4|
|Who is he in yonder stall||Benjamin R. Hanby (Author)||89|