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O, let us exalt our dear Lord and proclaim,
In songs of true gratitude, praise to His name!
As songs of the angels in sweetest accord,
Our thanks and our praises shall rise to the Lord.
-- Zion's Harp # 165

Author Bio Information

Alexander, Cecil Frances Humphreys's bio information

Tuesday, March 31, 1818 - Saturday, October 12, 1895

Born: Early April 1818, Redcross, County Wicklow, Ireland.
Died: October 12, 1895, Londonderry, Northern Ireland.
Buried: City Cemetery, Londonderry, Northern Ireland.

Alexander’s husband was William Alexander, bishop of Derry and Raphoe, and later the Anglican primate for Ireland. Cecil and her sister founded a school for the deaf, and she set up the Girls’ Friendly Society in Londonderry. Cecil Alexander wrote about 400 hymns in her lifetime. Her works include:

Verses from the Holy Scriptures, 1846
Hymns for Little Children, 1848
Narrative Hymns for Village Schools, 1853
Poems on Subjects in the Old Testament, 1854 & 1857
Hymns Descriptive and Devotional, 1858
The Legend of the Golden Prayer, 1859


All Things Bright and Beautiful
Angels Stand Around Thy Throne, The
Dear Lord, This Thy Servant’s Day
Do No Sinful Action
Christ Has Ascended Up Again
Eternal Gates Lift Up Their Heads, The
The Golden Gates Are Lifted Up
Every Morning the Red Sun
For All Thy Saints, a Noble Throng
Forgive Them, O My Father
Forsaken Once, and Thrice Denied
From Out the Cloud of Amber Light
He Is Coming, He Is Coming
He Is Risen
His Are the Thousand Sparkling Rills
How Good Is the Almighty God
In Nazareth in Olden Times
In the Rich Man’s Garden
It Was Early in the Morning
Jesus Calls Us
O Love Most Patient, Give Me Grace
Once in Royal David’s City
Roseate Hues of Early Dawn, The
Saints of God Are Holy Men, The
Saw You Never, in the Twilight?
So Be It, Lord; the Prayers are Prayed
Souls in Death and Darkness Lying
Spirit of God, That Moved of Old
St. Patrick’s Breastplate
Still Bright and Blue Doth Jordan Flow
There Is a Green Hill Far Away
There Is One Way
Up in Heaven
We Are But Little Children Weak
O Lord, the Holy Innocents
We Are Little Christian Children
We Were Washed in Holy Water
When Christ Came Down on Earth of Old
O Son of God, in Glory Crowned
When of Old the Jewish Mothers
When Wounded Sore the Stricken Heart
Within the Churchyard, Side by Side


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