Archive for the ‘Nellie Sequin Fox Barrett–Writings’ Category

Above: Easter Vigil, St. Martin-in-the-Fields Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, March 30, 2013
Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta
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Before the early day-dawn
Pushed back night’s sable pall,
The women, worn with weeping,
Came past the city’s wall.
Bereft and broken-hearted,
From their eyes sleep had fled,
And they could wait no longer
T’anoint their precious dead.
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With fragrant spices laden
They hasten toward the tomb
Forgetting in their eagerness
The guard and seal of Rome,
But one, at last, remembers–
“O, who shall roll away
The stone?” she cries. The others
Gaze at her in disarray.
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But still they hasten onward,
Search knowing why they do–
Not one, nor all, could move it,
Rome’s seal forbade them, too.
In morning’s first faint glimmer
They reach their journey’s end,
And lo, the tomb is empty!
Oh where, where is their Friend?
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While stunned and terror-stricken
They stand in helpless grief,
A messenger from heaven
Brings to their hearts’ relief.
He said, “Fear not. Why seek ye
The living ‘mongst the dead?
Your Lord’s not here, but risen,
Even as He hath said
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“Go ye: tell his disciples
He goeth on before,
And if they will not follow,
They’ll find their Lord once more.”
We, too, may claim the message
To them by angels given–
We’ll find Him if we follow:
Here, first, and then in heaven.
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

Above: The First Page of the Original Copy
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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Long has been thy toilsome journey,
O thou veteran of the cross.
Bravely thou hast borne thy burdens,
Murm’ring not at pain or loss,
Whene’er these have been thy portion;
But in faith calm and serene
Thou hast looked beyond the earthly,
Into glories yet unseen.
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And now, O brave Christian soldier,
Upon this, thy natal day,
Hosts of souls whom thou hast rescued
Lift their hearts to God and pray–
“Bless, oh, bless him, Heavenly Father,
And his every need supply;
Many years yet may he linger
E’er he goes to dwell on high,
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“For we need his saintly presence;
Need to hear his shepherd-voice
Speaking unto us thy message,
Bidding penitents rejoice.
When for him swing wide the portal,
And before Thy judgment seat
He, with all the sheaves he’s garnered,
Stands in Christ our Lord complete,
Hears Thee bid him, ‘Welcome! Welcome!’
As his crown of life is given,
Grant that we his steps may follow,
Let us all meet him in heaven.”
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

Above: The Right Reverend Robert C. Wright, Bishop of Atlanta, at St. Clare’s Episcopal Church, Blairsville, Georgia, February 16, 2014
Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta
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Day by day my Saviour keeps me,
Day by day His cleansing power
O’er sin and its defilement
Gives me vic’try every hour.
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Day by day He keeps me singing,
And His love doth me sustain,
E’en when storms of life sweep o’er me,
And my heart is torn by pain.
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Day by day He bids me serve Him,
Foll’wing whensoe’er He leads.
Day by day His strength’s perfected
In my weakest words and deeds.
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Day by day He draws me nearer:
Nearer to His pierced side.
Day by day, O blessed Master,
Let me walk and talk with Thee.
Day by day live in Thy presence
Now, as through eternity.
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

Above: The Right Reverend Robert C. Wright, Bishop of Atlanta, at St. Clare’s Episcopal Church, Blairsville, Georgia, February 16, 2014
Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta
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Abide with me, O Master,
Throughout each weary day;
Shine through my eyes,
Let not my lips
Thy constant love betray
By uttered word of dark distrust;
But e’en through all my pain
Witness to Thy sustaining grace
Till I am healed again.
Then, as a prisoned bird set free,
Trills forth in joyous song,
This happy heart,
So may my life
In love Thy praise prolong.
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT
MARCH 9, 1927 COMMON ERA
WINDER, GEORGIA

Above: Christ Pantocrator
Image in the Public Domain
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O Christ of all the ages,
Unchanging to the end,
Let glory, laud, and honor
From every tongue ascend.
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Let every heart adore Thee,
And every knee bend low;
With tears of deep contrition,
Let every eye o’er flow.
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For Thou has borne our sorrows,
Our sicknesses hast healed,
Our sins were laid upon Thee,
Our pardon Thou hast sealed.
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Henceforth, of life eternal
We are joint-heirs with Thee,
And with Thee through the ages,
May God the Father see.
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O grant that every nation
In homage soon shall sing
“All glory, praise, and honor
To our Redeemer, King.”
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

Above: St. Clare’s Episcopal Church, Blairsville, Georgia, February 16, 2014
Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta
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O God, my comforter and guide,
Our refuge when oppressed,
The Rock of Ages, ‘neath whose shade,
May way-worn trav’lers rest.
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From infancy to hoary age
Thy love our path attends,
Thy everlasting arms support
As ’till life’s journey ends.
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To Thee we lift our burdened hearts,
To Thee our songs we raise.
For in Thy presence, gracious Lord,
Petition turns to praise.
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

Above: Christ Pantocrator
Image in the Public Domain
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Jesus, Lord of little children,
Lord today, as yesterday,
From Thy radiant throne in glory
Bend to hear us while we pray.
Chorus:
Jesus, Lord of little children,
Through Thy love so full and sweet,
May the children of all nations
Come to worship at Thy feet.
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By the shores of blue Genesaret,
On their heads Thy hands were laid;
On Thy tender arms wee babies,
Nestled gladly, unafraid.
Chorus
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Jesus, Master, we Thy children,
Lift our praises now to Thee,
And we long to spread the knowledge
Of Thy love beyond the sea.
Chorus
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Help us tell the story, Master,
May our lips and lives proclaim
Thy great love. And may all children
Learn to know and love Thy name.
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

Above: A Bird’s Nest
Image Source = Wikinoby
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Long ago, one summer evening,
With the children ’round my knee,
I watched a mother bird attending
To her brood assiduously.
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To and fro, from nest to meadow,
And from meadow back to nest
Flew she, until twilight warned her
It was time to go to rest.
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And I wondered if that mother
Bird would grieve when, some bright day,
Her children should spread wide their wings,
Leave the nest, and fly away.
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Now I think I know the answer,
For my nestlings soon will fly
From the nest. E’en now they’re opening
Strong young winds exultantly,
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While I’m watching them and helping
To make ready as I can;–
My own dreary heartache hidden
Underneath their merry plan.
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They must flit just as the birds do;
‘Tis God’s plan and it is right,
But my nest will be as lonely
With the fall of each twilight.
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There will be no youthful voices
Bidding “pleasant dreams,–goodnight,”
And no tender forms to cover
From the night wind’s chilling blight.
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Still, for me remains this comfort–
Each of them is Jesus’ own;
Each one owns Him Lord and Master,
In each heart He has a throne.
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And at last, beyond the river,
Where no partings ever come;
There I shall, with not one missing,
Once more have them all at home.
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

Above: The Congregational Prayer of Confession in Latin, from The CTS New Sunday Missal: People’s Edition With the New Translation of the Mass (London, England, UK: Catholic Truth Society, 2011), Page 522
…through my fault, through my fault,
through my grievous fault….
Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor
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O God, be merciful to me;
Hear Thou a penitent’s sad plea:
I lift my sin-stained heart to Thee–
O God, be merciful to me.
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Unworthy of Thy lightest grace
I dare not lift unto Thy face
My eyes,–but from this far-off place
Cry, God be merciful to me.
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My doom is just, I have no claim
To mercy, save in Jesus’ name,
For me he bore the sin and shame,
O God, be merciful to me.
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He paid the price on Calvary,
My shackled soul from sin to free,
This is my one, my only plea,
O God, be merciful to me.
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Hark! Hark! Within a still, small voice,
“Because thou has made me thy choice,
Thou art forgiv’n.”–my soul rejoice,
For God is merciful to me.
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT
GAINESVILLE, GEORGIA
1925

Above: Glenn Memorial United Methodist Church, on the Campus of Emory University, Decatur, Georgia
Image in the Public Domain
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Dedicated to the Emory Boys
O who are we? Why don’t you know?
Stop, look, and listen! Ere you go
Your eyes and ears will tell you so,
We’re Emory boys! We’re Emory boys!
Chorus:
Emory boys! We’re Emory boys!
Although much work our time employs,
School days for us hold many joys.
We’re Emory boys! We’re Emory boys!
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The gold and blue we proudly wear,
And scatter sunshine everywhere:
Stop, look, and listen! Take you share
From Emory boys! From Emory boys!
Chorus
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In years to come, when we’re a host
That’s spread abroad from coast to coast,
Stop. look, and listen! ‘Tis our boast:
We’re Emory Boys! We’re Emory boys!
Chorus
NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT
GAINESVILLE, GEORGIA
1923
WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF RANDOLPH WINBURN BARRETT (1905-?)
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