Scripture Verse

The smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God. Revelation 8:4


Luther O. Emerson (1820–1915)

Words: Ju­lia A. El­li­ott, 1835. First pub­lished ano­ny­mous­ly in her hus­band’s Psalms and Hymns. Her au­thor­ship was ac­know­ledged in the 1839 Third Thou­sand by the ad­di­tion of her ini­tials in the in­dex. Some hym­nals er­ro­neous­ly cre­dit the words to James Mar­ti­neau (they ap­peared in a lat­er col­lect­ion of his).

Music: Craw­ford (Em­er­son) Lu­ther O. Em­er­son, in the Hymn and Tune Book for the Church and the Home, re­vised edi­tion (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Am­eri­can Uni­ta­ri­an As­so­cia­tion, 1883), page 67 (🔊 pdf nwc) (re­peats first two lines of each verse).

Alternate Tune:

  • Emerald Eng­lish tune, in the Ply­mouth Col­lect­ion of Hymns and Tunes, by Hen­ry W. Beech­er (New York: A. S. Barnes, 1855), page 430 (🔊 pdf nwc) (re­peats first two lines of each verse)

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of El­li­ott (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


On the dewy breath of ev­en
Thousand od­ors ming­ling rise,
Borne like in­cense up to Hea­ven,
Nature’s ev­en­ing sac­ri­fice.

With her frag­rant of­fer­ings blend­ing,
Let our glad thanks­giv­ings be—
To Thy throne, O lord, as­cend­ing—
Incense of our hearts to Thee.

Thou, whose fa­vors, with­out num­ber,
All our days with glad­ness bless,
Let Thine eye, that knows no slum­ber,
Guard our hours of help­less­ness.

Then, though con­scious we are sleep­ing
In the out­er courts of death,
Safe be­neath a Fa­ther’s keep­ing
Calm we rest in per­fect faith.