Jan­u­a­ry 7, 1851, Ver­non, New York.

De­cem­ber 6, 1929 (pos­si­bly in Rome, New York, where he was liv­ing in 1924).

Ha­mil­ton Col­lege Ce­me­te­ry, Cli­nton, New York.


Woolsey was the son of min­is­ter Is­aac P. Stry­ker.

He was ed­u­cat­ed at Ham­il­ton Col­lege, Clin­ton, New York (1872), and Au­burn The­o­lo­gic­al Se­mi­na­ry, New York Ci­ty (1876).

He en­tered the min­is­try in 1876, and served Pres­by­ter­i­an pas­tor­ates in Au­burn, New York; Ith­a­ca, New York (1878); Hol­y­oke, Mas­sa­chu­setts (1883); and the Fourth Pres­by­ter­i­an Church, Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois. He was pre­si­dent of Ha­mil­ton Col­lege, Clin­ton, New York (1892–1917).

He was a stu­dent of hym­no­lo­gy, and pub­lished sev­er­al vol­umes of hymns.

His works in­clude:

Dies Iræ, Dies Illa!

Thomas of Celano, A. D. 1250

O that day! that day of wrath!
When this Earth the fire shall scath,
David so with Sybil hath.

What alarm there is to be,
When the Judge is come, to see
All with strictest scrutiny.

Sounds the trumpet’s awful blare
’Mong the buried everywhere,
Bids all at the throne appear.

Death and Nature shall appall,
When uprise the creatures all,
Answering the judgment call.

Now the volume is explained,
Wherein all things are contained
Whence this world shall be arraigned.

Sits the Holy Magistrate,
All disclosing, small and great,
Nothing unavenged shall wait.

What shall I, a wretch, reply?
To what Mediator cry,
When the just scarce lift the eye.

King of majesty untold,
Who of grace the saved dost hold,
Source of mercy, me enfold!

Christ, in pity think, I pray,
’Twas I caused Thine earthly way;
Doom me not upon that day.

Seeking me, Thou sat’dst o’erwrought,
Bore the Cross my soul that bought,
Can such labor be for naught?

O just Judge of penalty!
Absolution grant to me,
Ere that day of sentence be.

God! my ill desert I know,
Guilty blushes dye my brow;
Mercy to Thy suppliant show.

Thou didst Mary’s sorrow cheer,
Thou the robber’s prayer didst bear,
Thou to hope hast changed my fear.

All my pleas no worth can claim:
But, Thou Good One, hide my shame,
Thrust me not in endless flame!

Mid Thy sheep my place command,
Not among the goats to stand;
Give me part at the right hand.

When the doomed accurst shall be,
Sent to burning misery,
With the blessèd call Thou me.

Suppliant, prone, I urge my prayer—
Heart abased to ashes bear;
Oh, at last, make me Thy care!

Oh, that day of piteous cries!
When from dust he shall arise
To be judged, a man undone—
God! divinely spare that one!

Translated by
Melancthon Woolsey Stryker, 1883

  1. Almighty Lord, with One Ac­cord
  2. Arouse Thy Church, Al­migh­ty God
  3. Burst Forth, O Bride­groom, from Thy Cham­ber Bright
  4. Death Can­not Make My Soul Afraid
  5. Eternal Day Hath Dawned
  6. Father, as Here We Bow
  7. Four Hun­dred Years Their Course Have Sped
  8. God of Our Fa­thers, Our God To­day
  9. Lo, Where That Spot­less Lamb for Sin Pro­vid­ed
  10. Man the Life-Boat!
  11. My Mak­er, at Thy Ho­ly Throne
  12. O God, Thy Judg­ments Give the King
  13. O Thou, Eter­nal, Change­less, In­fi­nite
  14. O Thou, Om­ni­pre­sent
  15. O Thou Shep­herd of Thine Is­ra­el
  16. Our God, and Our Re­deem­er
  17. Ring Again, Ye Star­ry Chime
  18. Robbed, Bruised, and Dy­ing, Once I Lay
  19. Sing, Ev­ery Boy and Maid­en
  20. Sing, Is­ra­el, for the Lord Your Strength
  21. Thou, Lord of My Life
  22. Thy Grace Is All of Grace
  23. Thy King­dom Come
  24. Tranquilly, Slow­ly, Sol­emn­ly, Low­ly
  25. Tribes of Faith from All the Earth, The
  26. We Close Thy Bless­ed Word
  27. When the Ev­er­last­ing Lord
  28. While All the Night-Stars Fade and Wane