Who is Phillips Brooks

Phillips Brooks (December 13, 1835 – January 23, 1893) was 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".

In the Episcopal liturgical calendar he is remembered on January 23.

BackgroundEarly life and education Born in Boston, Brooks was descended through his father, William Gray Brooks, from the Rev. John Cotton; through his mother, Mary Ann Phillips, he was a great-grandson of Samuel Phillips, Jr., founder of Phillips Academy (Andover, Massachusetts). Three of Brooks' five brothers – Frederic, Arthur and John Cotton ̵...
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Phillips Brooks Poems

  • O Little Town Of Bethlehem
    O little town of Bethlehem,
    How still we see thee lie!
    Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
    The silent stars go by:...
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Top 10 most used topics by Phillips Brooks

Love 1 Gift 1 Dear 1 I Love You 1 World 1 Together 1 Son 1 Sleep 1 Peace 1 Night 1


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  • Njtweetz: a man who lives right, and is right, has more power in his silence than another has by his words. -phillips brooks
  • Conntweetz: a man who lives right, and is right, has more power in his silence than another has by his words. -phillips brooks
  • Georgiatweetz: a man who lives right, and is right, has more power in his silence than another has by his words. -phillips brooks
  • Mgfchurch: “bear with the faults of others as you would have them bear with yours.” - phillips brooks
  • Mgfchurch: “the only way to get rid of your past is to make a future out of it. god will waste nothing.” – phillips brooks
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He wiled me through the furzy croft;
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