Hymns of the Russian Church ‎#115

115. A halo rests upon Thy brow

A halo rests upon Thy brow,
O Saviour of the sons of men;
For Thou art crowned a Victor now;--
But Thou wilt come to us again.

Thou hast a thought for those who tread
The steeps of life, and often fail[
The weak in faith lift up the head,
And in Thy strength, O Christ, prevail.

Thou art not far removed from those,
That yearn for Thee, and seek Thy grace;
Who in Thy tender love repose,
May hear Thy voice, and see Thy face;--

And know the love that giveth rest,
And share its strength, and feel its glow;
As he who leaned upon Thy breast,
When Thou wert with us, long ago.

But hearts are sad, and lives are lone,
They long for Thee, who love Thee most;
Even when Thy promised Gift they own,--
The comfort of the Holy Ghost.

Thou art our Faith, our Hope, our Love,
O Lover of the souls of men;
Bow down Thy heavens, and from above,
Come, Blessed Lord, to us again.

Text Information

• First Line: A halo rests upon Thy brow
• Title: A halo rests upon Thy brow
• Translator: John Brownlie
• Meter: 8,8,8,8
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920

Tune Information

(No tune information)