Timothy Dwight

  • Columbia

    Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
    The queen of the world, and the child of the skies!
    Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
    While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
    Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time,
    Most fruitful thy soil, most...

  • Love to the Church

    I love thy kingdom, Lord,
      The house of thine abode,
    The church our blest Redeemer saved
      With his own precious blood.

    I love thy church, O God!
      Her walls before thee stand,
    Dear as the apple of thine eye,
      And graven on thy hand....

  • The Smooth Divine

    There smiled the smooth Divine, unused to wound
    The sinner’s heart with hell’s alarming sound.
    No terrors on his gentle tongue attend;
    No grating truths the nicest ear offend.
    That strange new-birth, that methodistic grace,
    Nor in his heart nor sermons...