10 Notable People Who Lived in Cheyne Walk, London

4 George Eliot the novelist spent the last three weeks of her life here

10 David Lloyd George the Welsh prime minister

12 Ralph Vaughan Williams the composer 1905-1928 who wrote symphonies there

13 Bertrand Russell the mathematician and philosopher in 1902

16 Dante Gabriel Rossetti the artist 1860-1882. There is a staute nearby.

21 James Mcneill Whistler the artist 1890–92. (He also lived in 72 (until his death there in 1903), 96 (1866–1878) and 101 (1863))

27 Bram Stoker the writer

93 Elizabeth Gaskell the novelist was born here

104 Hilaire Beloc the writer

119 J M W Turner the artist died here in 1851

(Also Thomas Caryle, I K Brunel, Sol Campbell, various members of The Rolling Stones, etc)

10 Great English Classical Composers

1. John Dowland
2. William Byrd
3. Henry Purcell
4. George Frederic Handel (actually a German, but resided in England for a large portion of his life)
5. Edward Elgar
6. Frederick Delius
7. Gustav Holst
8. Ralph Vaughan Williams
9. Benjamin Britten
10. Malcolm Arnold

A Lovely Hymn

My attention was drawn to this lovely hymn recently. It is especially attractive when sang to KINGSFOLD a traditional English tune arranged by Ralph Vaughan Williams.

Hear a midi by following this link and downloading the midi
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The author is anonymous but the hymn is from Stockwell Gems, which I presume was a hymn book connected with Spurgeon's orphanage (see pic). Perhaps it was written by Spurgeon or the headmaster Vernon Charlesworth. It is 662 in New Christian Hymns.


Show me Thy face - one transient gleam
Of loveliness divine,
And I shall never think or dream
Of other love than Thine;
All lesser lights will darken quite,
All lower glories wane,
The beautiful of earth will scarce
Seem beautiful again.

Show me Thy face - my faith and love
Shall henceforth fixed be,
And nothing here have power to move My soul's serenity.
My life shall seem a trance, a dream,
And all I feel and see, illusive, visionary -
Thou The one reality.

Show me Thy face - I shall forget
The weary days of yore;
The fretting ghosts of vain regret
Shall haunt my soul no more.
All doubts and fears for future years
In quiet trust subside;
And naught but blest content and calm
Within my breast abide.

Show me Thy face - the heaviest cross
Will then seem light to bear;
There will be gain in every loss,
And peace with every care.
With such light feet the years will fleet,
Life will seem brief as blest,
'Till I have laid my burden down
And entered into rest.