God of the Grove, where leaves are green,
Are brilliant in the golden light,
Where bright skies looking down between
Smile on us through the silent night
Thou God of might and matchless love,
Walk through our walks at Ocean Grove.
Ocean Grove Hymn.
On the northern New Jersey sea coast one winter's day in 1868, Rev. William B. Osborne, Methodist minister and onetime Philadelphia marble dealer, left his horse & buggy on the highway, wandered among sand dunes, knelt in prayer. There, during the following summer, he put up a tent, held religious services. Later, with a pious Manhattan brush maker named James A. Bradley, he...
