Short Name: | Adelaide Anne Procter |
Full Name: | Procter, Adelaide Anne, 1825-1864 |
Birth Year: | 1825 |
Death Year: | 1864 |
Not to be confused with Adelaide A. Pollard.
Adelaide Anne Proctor was born in London, in 1825. Her father, Brian W. Proctor, is well known by his literary nom de guerre of Barry Cornwall. In 1853, Miss Proctor became a contributor to Dickens' "Household Words." Her reputation as a poet was secured by the publication of her first volume of "Legends and Lyrics," in 1858. A second volume was added in 1860. She also published other compositions in poetry and prose. She died in 1864. She was a member of the Roman Catholic Church.
--Annotations of the Hymnal, Charles Hutchins, M.A. 1872.
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Procter, Adelaide Anne, daughter of Bryan Waller Procter (Barry Cornwall), was born in Bedford Square, London, Oct. 30, 1825. In 1851 she entered the Roman communion, and died in London, Feb. 2, 1864. Miss Procter displayed more than usual intellectual powers at an early age. In later years she was skilled in music and languages. Her poetical gifts have been widely appreciated. Her Legends and Lyrics, A Book of Verse, was published in 1858. Of this an enlarged edition was published in 1862. Her hymns in common use from these two editions are:—
1. I do not ask, 0 Lord, that life may be. Resignation. In her Legends, &c., 1862. It is one of the most widely used of Miss Procter's hymns.
2. I thank Thee, 0 my God, Who made. Thankfulness. In her Legends, &c., 1858, p. 207, in 6 stanzas of 6 lines. In several collections, including the Hymnal Companion, it begins in an altered form, "My God, I thank Thee, Who hast made;" and in others, "Our God, we thank Thee, Who hast made." Bishop Bickersteth in his note on this hymn in the Hymnal Companion, 1816, says, "This most beautiful hymn by A. A. Procter (1858), touches the chord of thankfulness in trial, as perhaps no other hymn does, and is thus most useful for the visitation of the sick."
3. One by one the sands are going [flowing]. The links of Life. In her Legends, &c., 1858, p. 20, in 8 stanzas of 4 lines.
4. Rise, for the day is passing. Redeem the Time. In her Legends, &c., 1858. Sometimes given as "Arise, for the day is passing," as in Holy Song, 1869.
5. Strive; yet I do not promise. Strive, Wait, Pray. In her Legends, &c., 1858, p. 103, in 3 stanzas of 8 lines.
6. The way is long and dreary. Life a Pilgrimage. In her Legends, &c., 1858, p. 136, in 3 stanzas of 8 lines and a refrain.
7. The shadows of the evening hours. Evening. In her Legends, &c., 1862.
8. We ask for peace, 0 Lord. Peace with God. In her Legends, &c., 1858, p. 214, in 4 stanzas of 9 lines.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)
Texts by Adelaide Anne Procter (52)![]() | As | Authority Languages | Instances |
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A stable rude and a manger bed | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | 2 | |
Al crisol del sufrimiento | Adelaide A. Procter, 1825-1864 (Author) | Spanish | 3 |
Are we not nobles | Miss A. A. Procter (Author) | 2 | |
Arise, this day shall shine | Miss A. A. Procter (Author) | English | 3 |
Around thystarry crown | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | 2 | |
Ave Maria, bright and pure | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 17 |
Be strong to hope, O heart | A. A. Proctor (Author) | English | 2 |
Before Thy throne, O Lord of heaven, We kneel at close of | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | 7 | |
But for a moment, this valley of sorrows | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 2 |
Carry thy sorrow to Jesus | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 1 |
Cleanse me, O Lord, from all that grieves thy love | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | 2 | |
Do not cheat thy heart, and tell her | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 2 |
Do not look at life's long sorrow | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 3 |
Fierce raged the tempest over the deep | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 2 |
For all the Savior's heart was broken | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | 2 | |
Fret not, poor soul, while doubt and fear | Adelaide Proctor (Author) | English | 4 |
Give us our daily bread | A. A. Procter (Author) | English | 2 |
Here the heart-arche, there the gladness | Anna M. Procter (Author) | 2 | |
How pure, how frail, and white | A. Procter (Author) | English | 16 |
Hush, I cannot bear to see thee | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | 3 | |
I beg of you, I beg of you | Miss A. A. Procter (Author) | 2 | |
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 123 |
I thank you, Lord, that you have made | Adelaide Anne Procter 1825-64 (Author) | 2 | |
I think if thou couldst know | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 2 |
If we daily labor, doing what | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | 2 | |
Judge not, the workings of his brain | Miss A. A. Procter (Author) | English | 7 |
Let me count my treasures | A. Procter (Author) | English | 3 |
Let thy gold be cast in the furnace | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 2 |
Love divine, through all things | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | 2 | |
Misaotra Anao zahay izao | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | Malagasy | 2 |
My God, I thank Thee who hast made | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 216 |
Nothing resting in its own completeness | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 3 |
O Savior, ere we part | Adelaide A. Procter, 1825-1864 (Author) | 2 | |
O to have dwelt in Bethlehem | Miss A. A. Procter (Author) | 4 | |
One by one, our duties wait us | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | 2 | |
One by one, the sands are flowing | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 52 |
One Priest alone can pardon me | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 4 |
Our God, we thank Thee, who hast made | Adelaide A. Proctor (Author) | English | 8 |
Rise, for the day is passing | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 3 |
Seated one day at the organ | Adelaide Proctor (Author) | English | 5 |
See the rivers flowing downward to the sea | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 7 |
Sow with a generous hand | A. A. Proctor (Author) | English | 5 |
Stay! weary sinner, burdened one | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 2 |
Strive, yet I do not promise the prize you dream of today | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 4 |
The moon that now is shining | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 2 |
The shadows of the evening hours | Adelaide A. Procter (Author) | English | 213 |
The way is long and dreary, the path is bleak and bare | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 33 |
Through the world thy children raise | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | 6 | |
'Tis to fight the battle of the cross | Adelaide Proctor (Author) | English | 2 |
We ask for peace, O Lord | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 8 |
Weighed in the balance, and wanting | A. A. P. (Author) | English | 2 |
What is Life, Father? | Adelaide Anne Procter (Author) | English | 2 |