- Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid.
‘Brightest and best of the sons of the morning’ (1827 hymn)
- From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand.
‘From Greenland's icy mountains’ (1821 hymn)
- What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
‘From Greenland's icy mountains’ (1821 hymn); Heber later altered ‘Ceylon's isle’ to ‘Java's isle’
- Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea,
Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before thee,
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
‘Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!’ (1826 hymn)