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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

Ware Jr., Henry's bio information

Monday, April 21, 1794 - Friday, September 22, 1843

Name Henry Ware
Birth 21 Apr 1794, Hingham, Massachusetts
Death 22 Sep 1843, Framingham, Massachusetts
Father Henry Ware (1764-1845)
Mother Mary Clark (1762-1805)

1 Elizabeth Watson Waterhouse
Birth 14 Mar 1793
Death 5 Feb 1824
Marriage 15 Oct 1817
Children John Fothergill Waterhouse
Mary Elizabeth
2 Mary Lovell Pickard
Birth 2 Oct 1798, Atkinson St., Boston, Massachusetts
Death 4 Apr 1849, Milton, Massachusetts
Father Mark Pickard (1751-1823)
Mother Mary Lovell (1769-1812)
Marriage 11 Jun 1827, Boston, Massachusetts
Children Ann Bent (1830-1907)
William Robert
Emma Forbes
Charles Pickard (1840-)
Notes for Henry Ware

Henry Ware, Jr.
Born in Hingham, Massachusetts on April 21, 1794, the son of Unitarian minister Henry Ware. Graduated Harvard in 1812. After graduation, he became an assistant teacher at Exeter Academy in New Hampshire. In 1815, the Boston Unitarian Association licensed him to preach, and in 1817, he was ordained at Second Church, Boston, (also known as "Old North") on January 1, 1817; becoming the church's pastor. (Henry also received his Doctor of Divinity degree in 1817). In 1829, Henry's health began to falter, so a new assistant pastor was brought in to help him: Ralph Waldo Emerson. From 1819 to 1822, Henry edited the Christian Disciple (later renamed the Christian Examiner), which was the first organ of Unitarianism, making him one of the leaders in the development of the denomination. He resigned from Second Church on October 4, 1830 for health reasons, and assumed the Hollis Professorship of Pulpit Eloquence and Pastoral Care at the Harvard Divinity School (another source calls him Professor of Sacred Rhetoric and Pastoral Theology at the Cambridge Theological School), where he remained until 1842. He also ran the Society for Religious Improvement at Harvard University (his father was on the faculty there, as well). He first married Elizabeth Watson Waterhouse, daughter of Benjamin Waterhouse, M.D., of Cambridge, and Elizabeth (Oliver). Dr. Benjamin Waterhouse introduced vaccination into America. Elizabeth was born March 14, 1793 and died on February 5, 1824. After her death, Henry married Mary Lovell Pickard on June 11, 1827 in Boston. Mary was the only daughter of Mark Pickard, merchant, and Mary Lovell, only daughter of James and Mary (Middleton) Lovell. She was born on October 2, 1798, on Atkinson St. in Boston. In 1833, he wrote The Life of the Saviour. Henry died in Framingham, Massachusetts on September 22 (another source says the 25th), 1843. He was buried in Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Massachusetts. Mary died in Milton, Massachusetts on April 4, 1849. Four years after his death, his works were collected and published in four volumes, along with a two volume memoir. He wrote a large number of hymns, about a dozen or more of which are in common use, particularly among Unitarians.
Some of his published writings currently held at the Harvard Divinity School include "The Feast of Tabernacles. A Poem for Music. In Two Parts" (1837), "The Duty of Promoting Christianity by the Circulation of Books" (1838), "The Law of Honor. A Discourse, Occasioned by the Recent Duel in Washington" (1838), "How to Spend a Day" (1840), and "How to Spend Holy Time" (1840).

Children of Henry and Elizabeth (all born in Boston):
John Fothergill Waterhouse Ware, b. Aug. 31, 1818. Died in Milton, Mass. On feb. 26, 1881
Mary Elizabeth Ware, b. Feb. 8, 1820. Died in Milton, Sept. 13, 1870, unmarried.
Henry Ware, b. March 6, 1822. Died in Boston, March 6, 1823.

Children of Henry and Mary:
Robert Ware, b. July 13, 1828 in Worcester, Mass. Died in Cambridge, Mass. On Dec. 24, 1831.
Ann Bent Ware, born March 23, 1830 in Rome, Italy. Married Frederick Winsor in Milton on August 10, 1857 (see Winsor chapter for more information).
William Robert Ware, b. May 27, 1832, in Cambridge. [SEE SIDEBAR]
Harriet Ware, born Sept. 9, 1834, in Cambridge.
Emma Forbes Ware, b. Feb. 13, 1838 in Cambridge. Died in Milton on October 23, 1898.

Some of Henry Ware, Jr.'s hymns:

1. All Nature's Works His Praise Declare
2. Around the Throne of God the Host Angelic Throngs
3. Father of Earth and Heaven, Whose Arm Upholds Creation
4. Father, Thy Gentle Chastisement
5. Great God, the Followers of Thy Son
6. Happy the Home When God Is There
7. In This Glad Hour When Children Meet
8. Lift Your Glad Voices in Triumph on High
9. Like Israel's Hosts to Exile Driven
10. O Thou in Whom Alone Is Found
11. O Thou Who on Thy Chosen Son
12. Oppression Shall Not Always Reign
13. To Prayer, to Prayer
14. We Rear Not a Temple Like Judah's
15. With Praise and Prayer Our Gifts We Bring


"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands." - Psalm 19:1

Words: Henry Ware, Jr., 1822. Ware wrote this hymn for a service dedicating a new organ (see the last stanza).

Music: "Bethlehem" Gottfried W. Fink, 1842

All nature's works His praise declare, to Whom they all belong;
There is a voice in every star, in every breeze a song.
Sweet music fills the world abroad with strains of love and power;
The stormy sea sings praise to God, the thunder and the shower.

To God the tribes of ocean cry, and birds upon the wing;
To God the powers that dwell on high their tuneful tribute bring.
Like them, let us the throne surround, with them loud chorus raise,
While instruments of loftier sound assist our feeble praise.

Great God, to Thee we consecrate our voices and our skill;
We bid the pealing organ wait to speak alone Thy will.
Lord, while the music round us floats may earth born passions die;
O grant its rich and swelling notes may lift our souls on high!


"As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord." - Joshua 24:15

Words: Henry Ware, Jr. (1794-1843); published posthumously in Selection of Hymns and Poetry for Use of Infants and Juvenile Schools and Families, third edition, 1846.

Music: "St. Agnes," John B. Dykes, in Hymnal for Use in the English Church, by John Grey, 1866.

Happy the home when God is there,
And love fills every breast;
When one their wish, and one their prayer,
And one their heavenly rest.

Happy the home where Jesus' Name
Is sweet to every ear;
Where children early speak His fame,
And parents hold Him dear.

Happy the home where prayer is heard,
And praise each day does rise;
Where parents love the sacred Word
And all its wisdom prize.

Lord, let us in our homes agree
This bless'd peace to gain;
Unite our hearts in love to Thee,
And love to all will reign.


"O Lord, Thou hast brought up my soul from the grave" - Psalm 30:3

Words: Henry Ware, Jr., in Christian Disciple, 1817.
Music: "Epiphany (Filby)" William C. Filby, 1861

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die;
Vain were the terrors that gathered around Him,
And short the dominion of death and the grave;
He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound Him,
Resplendent in glory to live and to save!
Loud was the chorus of angels on high,
The Savior hath risen, and man shall not die.

Glory to God, in full anthems of joy;
The being He gave us death cannot destroy:
Sad were the life we must part with tomorrow,
If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend:
Lift then your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

Some of Henry Ware's poetry
(From Ware, Henry: The miscellaneous writings (1846): a machine-readable transcript available at

October 2, 1833.

The forms they love, let others deck
In robes of rich resplendent fold;
Fling chains of pearl around the neck,
And tip the graceful ear with gold;
And bid the costly bawbles tell
How strong the heart's affections swell.

But she, whose presence cheers my life,
Whose moral beauty makes my pride,
Far lovelier as the trusted wife
Than when the lovely trusting bride,--
Jewels are no interpreter
Of what the husband feels for her.

I see her, on this joyful day,
The idol of her happy home,
Whose grateful inmates kneel and pray
That Heaven would bless for years to come,--
Long years of bright rejoicing life,--
This honored mother, friend, and wife.

Wealth has no gifts for such a day;
Words try their feeble strength in vain;--
Yet some slight token may convey
The feelings it cannot explain.
Mother,--this simple token take,
And prize it for a father's sake.

March 15, 1843.

Oppression shall not always reign:
There comes a brighter day,
When Freedom, bursting every chain,
Shall have triumphant way.
Then Right shall over Might prevail;
And Truth, like hero armed in mail,
The hosts of tyrant wrong assail,
And hold eternal sway.

E'en now that glorious day draws near;
Its coming is not far;
In heaven and earth its signs appear;
We see its morning star;
Its dawn has flushed the eastern sky;
The western hills reflect it high;
The southern clouds before it fly.--
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!

It flashes on the Indian isles.--Hurra!
It gilds their plains with gladdening smiles.--Hurra!
Eight hundred thousand, newly free,
Pour out their songs of jubilee,
That shake the globe from sea to sea.--
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!

That shout which every bosom thrills--Hurra!
In thunder rings from all our hills.--Hurra!
The waves reply on every shore,
Old Faneuil echoes to the roar,
And rocks as ne'er it rocked before--
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!

What arm shall check its onward way?--Hurra!
What voice arrest the growing day?--Hurra!
What dastard soul, though stout and strong,
Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong,
Or Slavery's night of guilt prolong?--
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!

Then shout, ye lovers of your race!--Hurra!
The glorious hour comes on apace!--Hurra!
Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell!
Thy flag unfurl, thy trumpet swell!
From land to land the triumph tell!--
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!

The day has come, the hour draws nigh!--Hurra!
Send forth the tidings far and high!--Hurra!
From every hill, by every sea,
In shouts proclaim the great decree,--
"All chains are broke! all men are free!"--
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!

Then shout! The hour comes on apace!--Hurra!
The hour of glory for the race!--Hurra!
Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell,
Bid high thy sacred banner swell,
And trump on trump the triumph tell.--
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!

Notes for Mary Lovell (Spouse 2)
daughter of Mark Pickard and Mary (Lovell).

Mary and Henry Ware had the following children:
M i Robert WARE 1 was born 2 1828 in Worcester MA. He died 3 1831 in Cambridge
F ii Ann Bent WARE was born 23 Mar 1830 and died 20 May 1907
M iii William Robert WARE 1 was born 2 1832
F iv Harriet WARE 1 was born 2 1834.
F v Emma Forbes WARE 1 was born 2 1838 in Cambridge. She died 3 1898 in Milton.
M vi Charles Pickard WARE was born 1840.

Mary wrote this book (I haven't checked it yet):

Memoir of Mary L. Ware, Wife of Henry Ware, Jr., third thousand by Hall, Edward B. 1853 Boston, MA: Crosby, Nichols, and Co. Life of an "unpretending Christian woman." Elegant handwriting on ffep. Presents book twice, notes death of first recipient. 434 pp. 13 x 20 cm. Cloth on board, blindstamped design. Minor fraying, fading of cover. Pages dampstained. Good. (2525) $28.00. Biography/Religious (


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