Phillips Brooks
Phillips Brooks
Phillips Brookswas an American Episcopal clergyman and author, long the Rector of Boston's Trinity Church and briefly Bishop of Massachusetts, and particularly remembered as lyricist of the Christmas hymn, "O Little Town of Bethlehem"...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionClergyman
Date of Birth13 December 1835
CountryUnited States of America
scripture argument conviction
Every sermon must have a solid rest in Scripture, and the pointedness which comes of a clear subject, and the conviction which belongs to well-thought argument, and the warmth that proceeds from earnest appeal.
comfort trouble infinite
Never fear to bring the sublimest motive to the smallest duty, and the most infinite comfort to the smallest trouble.
christmas stars lying
0 little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by.
life humble light
There is no life so humble that, if it be true and genuinely human and obedient to God, it may not hope to shed some of His light. There is no life so meager that the greatest and wisest of us can afford to despise it. We cannot know at what moment it may flash forth with the life of God.
trouble
The trouble is that I'm in a hurry, but God isn't.
inspirational motivational hope
Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks.
faces tunes helping
Christianity helps us face the music even when we don't like the tune.
giving advice desire
The best advisers, helpers and friends, always are not those who tell us how to act in special cases, but who give us, out of themselves, the ardent spirit and desire to act right, and leave us then, even through many blunders, to find out what our own form of right action is.
faults bears vengeful
Bear with the faults of others as you would have them bear with yours.
prayer lying gods-will
Nothing lies beyond the reach of prayer except that which lies outside the will of God.
christmas song xmas
The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young, the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air, when the song of angels is sung.
children father men
It is God's world still. It has been given to man not absolutely, but in trust, that man may work out in it the will of God; given-may we not say?-just as a father gives a child a corner of his great garden, and says, "There, that is yours; now cultivate it."
heart blessing heaven
How silently, how silently The wonderous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heaven. No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive him still, The dear Christ enters in.
life real struggle
Character - Some day, you will be wrestling with the great temptation, or trembling under the great sorrow of your life. But the real struggle is here, now, in these quiet weeks. Now it is being decided whether, in the day of your supreme sorrow or temptation, you shall miserably fail or gloriously conquer. Character cannot be made except by a steady, long-continued process.