Hunter, William, 1811-1877 Texts

William Hunter

Hunter, William, D.D, son of John Hunter, was born near Ballymoney, County Antrim, Ireland, May 26, 1811. He removed to America in 1817, and entered Madison College in 1830. For some time he edited the Conference Journal, and the Christian Advocate. In 1855 he was appointed Professor of Hebrew in Alleghany College: and subsequently Minister of the Methodist Episcopal Church, at Alliance, Stark Country, Ohio. He died in 1877. He edited Minstrel of Zion, 1845; Select Melodies, 1851; and Songs of Devotion, 1859. His hymns, over 125 in all, appeared in these works. Some of these have been translated into various Indian languages. The best known are :—
1. A home in heaven; what a joyful thought. Heaven a Home. From his Minstrel of Zion, 1845, into the Methodist Scholar's Hymn Book, London, 1870, &c.
2. Joyfully, joyfully onward I [we] move. Pressing towards Heaven. This hymn is usually dated 1843. It was given in his Minstrel of Zion, 1845, and Select Melodies, 1851, and his Songs of Devotion, 1859. It has attained to great popularity. Two forms of the hymn are current, the original, where the second stanza begins "Friends fondly cherished, have passed on before"; and the altered form, where it reads: “Teachers and Scholars have passed on before." Both texts are given in W. F. Stevenson's Hymns for Church & Home, 1873, Nos. 79, 80, c.
3. The [My] heavenly home is bright and fair. Pressing towards Heaven. From his Minstrel of Zion, 1845, into the Cottage Melodies, New York, 1859, and later collections.
4. The Great Physician now is near. Christ the Physician. From his Songs of Devotion, 1859
5. Who shall forbid our grateful[chastened]woe? This hymn, written in 1843, was published in his Minstrel of Zion, 1845, and in his Songs of Devotion, 1859. [ Rev. F. M. Bird, M.A.]

--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)


Texts by William HunterAs
A home in heaven, what a joyful thoughtWilliam Hunter (Author)
A pilgrim and a stranger hereWilliam Hunter (Author)
A stranger and a pilgrim hereWilliam Hunter (Author)
Ah never was sorrow like mineWilliam Hunter (Author)
Ah tell me not of gold or treasureWilliam Hunter (Author)
An old soldier I standWilliam Hunter (Author)
And may I still get thereWilliam Hunter (Author)
As a soldier I stand with my sword in my handWilliam Hunter (Author)
Auf des Lebens milden FluthenWilliam Hunter (Author)
Awake, my faith, and bring to viewWilliam Hunter (Author)
Away from his home and the friends of his youthRev. Wm. Hunter (Author)
Az aldott orvos kozelegWilliam Hunter (Author)
Beautiful forms in mellow lightWilliam Hunter (Author)
Blissful hours, when first I knew himWilliam Hunter (Author)
Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath]William Hunter (Author)
Cease, fond nature, cease this clingingWilliam Hunter (Author)
Christian sailors, strike the chorusWilliam Hunter (Author)
Come, children, let your voices riseWilliam Hunter (Author)
Come, come, come, Come for the Father waitsWilliam Hunter (Author)
Come, ghastly death, and lay me lowWilliam Hunter (Author)
Come, tell of your vesselWilliam Hunter (Author)
Dark was that day in natureWilliam Hunter (Author)
Death has no sting for those whoWilliam Hunter (Author)
Den store L'ge er nu n'rWilliam Hunter (Author)
Den store l'karen 'r n'rWilliam Hunter (Author)
Ein himmlisch Heim, welche grosse FreudWilliam Hunter (Author)
Father in heaven, how great the graceWilliam Hunter (Author)
Firmly, brethren, firmly standWilliam Hunter (Author)
Freudenvoll, freudenvoll walle ich fortWilliam Hunter (Author)
From this terrene and mortal shoreWilliam Hunter (Author)
Give me but some humble spotWilliam Hunter (Author)
Go, bring me [them], said the dying fairWilliam Hunter (Author)
God be praised in every landWilliam Hunter (Author)
God of our fathers, whose right handWilliam Hunter (Author)
God of the forests, fields, and floodsWilliam Hunter (Author)
Hail, happy day, when Christ, the SonWilliam Hunter (Author)
Hail, happy morn, I gladly riseWilliam Hunter (Author)
Hail the day that brought our freedomWilliam Hunter (Author)
Happy are our days belowWilliam Hunter (Author)
Happy the day, divinely sweetWilliam Hunter (Author)
Happy the spirit released from its clayWilliam Hunter (Author)
Haste, haste, the clouds ariseWilliam Hunter (Author)
How blest the place where Jesus isWilliam Hunter (Author)
How brightly beams the day of graceWilliam Hunter (Author)
How happy are the favored fewWilliam Hunter (Author)
I am dwelling on the mountainWilliam Hunter (Author)
I am dwelling on the mountain Where the golden sunlight gleamsRev. Wm. Hunter ()
I am fading away to the land of the blestWilliam Hunter (Author)
I left my heavenly FatherWilliam Hunter (Author)
I seek a place which is out of sightWilliam Hunter (Author)
If some kind wealthy friend should waitWilliam Hunter (Author)
I'll meet thee at the hour of prayerWilliam Hunter (Author)
Im Himmel ist mein Heim so schoenWilliam Hunter (Author)
In error's ways you vainly roamWilliam Hunter (Author)
In seasons of grief to my God I'll repairWilliam Hunter (Author)
In that bright world of joy aboveWilliam Hunter (Author)
In the Christian's home in gloryWilliam Hunter (Author)
In this glad employWilliam Hunter (Author)
Jerusalem, thy mansions fairWilliam Hunter (Author)
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] moveWilliam Hunter (Author)
La tierna voz del SalvadorWilliam Hunter (Author)
Let others choose the place of mirthWilliam Hunter (Author)
Llenos de gozo que Cristo nos daWilliam Hunter (Author)
L'ngfelsfuld ile nu Tankerne hjemWilliam Hunter (Author)
Look not on the wine become redWilliam Hunter (Author)
Many souls on life's dark oceanRev. Wm. Hunter, D. D. (Author)
Mit Himmelhjem er skjoen og kj'rWilliam Hunter (Author)
Mourn, my harp, the soon departedWilliam Hunter (Author)
My heavenly home is bright and fairWilliam Hunter (Author)
My heavenly home is bright and fair, I feel like traveling onWilliam Hunter (Author)
My heavenly home is bright and fair, I long to be thereWilliam Hunter (Author)
My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor deathWilliam Hunter (Author)
My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered homeWilliam Hunter (Author)
My hope hath found a resting placeWilliam Hunter (Author)
My Lord, my Life, at last to theeWilliam Hunter (Author)
My soul is happy in its choiceWilliam Hunter (Author)
No, I cannot, cannot yetWilliam Hunter (Author)
Now sendest thou thine autumn, LordWilliam Hunter (Author)
O blessed Lord, be near usWilliam Hunter (Author)
O give me the flowers that never decayWilliam Hunter (Author)
O had I the wings of a dove, I would flyWilliam Hunter (Author)
O happy the day he was bornWilliam Hunter (Author)
O how can I forgetWilliam Hunter (Author)
O how can I forget the hourWilliam Hunter (Author)
O how shall I praise my adorable SaviorWilliam Hunter (Author)
O Jesus, immaculate LambWilliam Hunter (Author)
O meet me at the throne of graceWilliam Hunter (Author)
O no, I never can forgetWilliam Hunter (Author)
O praise the Lord, he dwells on highWilliam Hunter (Author)
O who would remain in this prison of clayWilliam Hunter (Author)
O yes, I'll join the union bandWilliam Hunter (Author)
Of all the bright ensignsWilliam Hunter (Author)
Oh, give me the riches that never decayWilliam Hunter (Author)
Oh sing to me of heavenRev. Wm. Hunter (Author)
Our Father, God, and KingWilliam Hunter (Author)
Our gracious Savior and our LordWilliam Hunter (Author)
Our heavenly Father, Let thy nameWilliam Hunter (Author)
Our kindred dear to heaven have [are] goneWilliam Hunter (Author)
Pilgrim and stranger, where dost thou strayWilliam Hunter (Author)
Pray brethren pray, the prayer of faithWilliam Hunter (Author)
Review the palsied sinner's caseWilliam Hunter (Author)
Rise, sinner, rise, The Master calleth for theeWilliam Hunter (Author)
Safe, safe within the arkWilliam Hunter (Author)
Saints exult adieu to tearsWilliam Hunter (Author)
Saints of God what glories meet yeWilliam Hunter (Author)
Sinners, the city where you dwellWilliam Hunter (Author)
Soon shall we see the glorious morningWilliam Hunter (Author)
Soon we shall see, shall see the glorious morningWilliam Hunter (Author)
Tearfully lay her down to restWilliam Hunter (Author)
The child, the child, the king old prophet saidWilliam Hunter (Author)
The great Physician now is nearWilliam Hunter, 1811-1877 (Author)
The heavenly home is bright and fairHunter (Author)
The light of truth is breakingWilliam Hunter (Author)
The music of his steps was soughtWilliam Hunter (Author)
The shades of night are goneWm. Hunter (Author)
The Shepherd of soulsRev. Wm. Hunter (Author)
The vernal flowers their beauties spreadWilliam Hunter (Author)
There are moments when music's soft numbers enchantWilliam Hunter (Author)
There comes a day, a fearful dayWilliam Hunter (Author)
There is a God, awestruck, I feelWilliam Hunter (Author)
There is a land, surpassing fairWilliam Hunter (Author)
There is a place where all my hopes are stayedWilliam Hunter (Author)
There is a place where I hope to liveWilliam Hunter (Author)
There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid]William Hunter (Author)
There is a place where the angels dwellRev. W. Hunter (Author)
There is a spot to me more dearWilliam Hunter (Author)
This earth has [hath] many a pleasant sweetWilliam Hunter (Author)
This may be thy latest callWilliam Hunter (Author)
Though flowers of hope so early fadeWilliam Hunter (Author)
Though poor my condiction, and low my degreeWilliam Hunter (Author)
Though to a distant regionWilliam Hunter (Author)
To Jordan's banks our hosts are comeWilliam Hunter (Author)
To the promised home in gloryWilliam Hunter (Author)
'Twas in the days of vernal primeWilliam Hunter (Author)
Up, the voice from heaven is soundingWilliam Hunter (Author)
Wake, Christian soldiers, wakeWilliam Hunter (Author)
We are joyously voyaging over the mainWilliam Hunter (Author)
We're bound for the land of pure delightWilliam Hunter (Author)
We're bound for the land of the pure and the holyWilliam Hunter (Author)
We're marching to the promised landWilliam Hunter (Author)
What a wonder of mercy is thisWilliam Hunter (Author)
When day first dawned upon my soulWilliam Hunter (Author)
When I set out for heavenWilliam Hunter (Author)
When the holy fire descendedWilliam Hunter (Author)
Where Babel's drooping willows stoodWilliam Hunter (Author)
While in this hostile regionWilliam Hunter (Author)
While wandering to and froWilliam Hunter (Author)
Who shall forbid our grateful [chastened] woeWilliam Hunter (Author)
Who would mourn, and pine, and languishWilliam Hunter (Author)
Why wanderest thou so far from homeWilliam Hunter (Author)
Why, weepest thou and sighestWilliam Hunter (Author)
With faces turned for Zion's hillWilliam Hunter (Author)
Woe, woe to the sinner who lives in his sinWilliam Hunter (Author)
Ye erring souls that wildly roamWilliam Hunter (Author)
You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and daleWilliam Hunter (Author)
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