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Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #41 (1911) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: I Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art, No fear afflicts my trusting heart When, all secure in Thee As in a fortress I repose, And evil men, my direst foes, Are baulked that trouble me, II Hosts may encamp on every side, And pallid fear the trust deride That saves me from affright; But in the Lord my hope shall last, Till noise of war and strife are past, And flee the powers of night. III To God I make this chief request, That I in His abode may rest Through all my earthly days, To mark its comeliness and grace, And see the beauty of His face, Whose love inspires my praise. IV There shall I dwell unseen by all, Secure when days of trouble call, And evil doers mock; And He shall hide me in His tent, Till all the wrath of man is spent As tempests on a rock. V Therefore to Thee my praise I’ll give, And joyful offerings while I live My grateful soul shall bring; For Thou my foes hast beaten down, With victory Thou my head dost crown, And tun’st my heart to sing. Scripture: Psalm 27:1-6 Languages: English

From the hills the light is streaming

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #42 (1911) Meter: 8.5.8.5 Lyrics: I From the hills the light is streaming, Hail, the gladsome morn! Earth with busy life is teeming, For the day is born. II Dawn, Thou Light of lights, undying On a fairer day, All creation beautifying With Thy glorious ray. III Weary eyes the hills are scanning For the early gleam; Souls, Thy long delay unmanning, Sleep, and idly dream. IV Ah, my soul, be up and doing, Life will soon be done, Night, the day is close pursuing To the setting sun. V And the day of God shall waken To the soul with fear, If, the call of life forsaken, We are slumbering here. VI From the hills the light is streaming, Hail the gladsome morn! And the light of God is beaming,— This, His day, is born. Languages: English

The day declines to night

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #43 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: I The day declines to night, The shadows lengthening fall, And see, the deepening purple light Throws on the hills its pall;— Lord, be our Light when suns decline, And in our souls unclouded shine. II Still is the eventide,— Calm is the soft repose, When earthly toil is laid aside, And eyelids drooping, close; Lord, let Thy peace my soul possess, In everlasting restfulness. III Night of my life draws near; Lord, when the light departs, Be all to me that Thou hast been To other trusting hearts, And in the calm that night bestows, Let me in peace with Thee repose. IV The night gives place to morn, The gloom shall pass away, And an eternal day be born, Whose sun shall shine for aye; Lord, wake me when the morn is come, And let me find with Thee my home. Languages: English

Lord, let us feel that Thou art near

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #44 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: I Lord, let us feel that Thou art near, And while we pray, in mercy hear; Crown with Thy love the opening year;— Have mercy, Lord. II Of Thy benignity, we pray, Thy gracious Spirit grant alway, Our strife and discord to allay;— Have mercy, Lord. III May peace our inmost soul possess, And in our lives our converse bless, With unaffected kindliness;— Have mercy, Lord. IV Our sinful past, we here repent, With tears our wayward course lament, Now, let Thy pardoning grace be sent;— Have mercy, Lord. V As seasons come, Good Lord ordain That we the fruits of earth obtain, Send us the sunshine and the rain;— Have mercy, Lord. VI With strength Thy Holy Church endue, The anger of her foes subdue, The offerings of Thy grace renew;— Have mercy, Lord. Topics: The New Year Languages: English

Harvest Hymn

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #45 (1911) Meter: 12.10.12.10 First Line: Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation Lyrics: I Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation, Heaven tells His glory, earth His bounty shews; Lowly He sought us, and won for us salvation, Grace fills our lives with goodness He bestows. Refrain. Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise, Blessing, and honour, and glory, always. II Spring time and harvest, and cloud and summer gladness, Come to our earth because His promise lives; Morn smiles with beauty, and evening soothes our sadness;— Such are the treasures that His bounty gives. Refrain. III Spring time is now, and summer with its beauty; Brightness and sadness here alternate come; Lord, may the flowers, and fruits of love and duty, Blossom and ripen for Thy harvest home. Refrain. IV Then when the angels, the reapers at the ending, Gather the fruitage which our lives have grown, May we with gladness, angel toil attending, Sing of the harvest at the heavenly home. Refrain. Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise, Blessing, and honour, and glory, always. Languages: English

Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #46 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: I Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul, And with my grief would shame my sin away; But tears no virtue have to make me whole, Nor sorrow power to end sin’s hateful sway. II But yet the heart in sore distress that sighs, Looks to the Christ His succour to impart; And God receives the pleasing sacrifice, A broken spirit, and a contrite heart. III Nailed to the cross I see my Saviour bleed,— This is the sacrifice my soul requires; Here is the cleansing, and the power I need, To quell the rising of my vain desires. IV Speak to my heart, O Jesus Christ, Who came Fired by Thy love, an offering for sin; And by a love enkindled at that flame, Win me forever from the self within. Topics: Penitence and Love Languages: English

O God of love, on bended knee

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #47 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I O God of love, on bended knee, We, guilty sinners, call on Thee; Now, by the cross that Jesus bore, Extend Thy mercy, we implore. II We have no plea to urge but this, Our own exceeding sinfulness, And all the love to sinners shown Who claim His merits as their own. III Ah, weary with the toil of sin, We seek Thy matchless grace to win; Lord, break the fetters that enslave, And let us know Thy power to save. IV Rise on the darkness of the way That leads from night to perfect day, And let the joy that light awakes Possess the soul that sin forsakes. V O Christ, to Thee our praise ascends, Whose love the needy soul befriends; For, by Thy cross our souls are free To love and praise, eternally. Topics: Penitence and Love Languages: English

O God, in mercy hear

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #48 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Lyrics: I O God, in mercy hear, I lift my cry to Thee, And let Thy gracious help be sent In my perplexity; But Thou art far away, And I am filled with shame, I cannot see Thy blessed face, And fear to name Thy name. II And now a sense of guilt Inspires me with dismay,— I know that none on earth can take That awful load away; ’Tis mine, the sin, ’tis mine, And mine the guilt to bear, The awful burden of the blame, The cloud of dark despair. III Is there no balm to heal? No pity that can bless?— O God, Who art so far away, Be near in my distress; And heed the tears I shed, And hear my woeful cry; And since there is no hand to help, Come Thou in mercy nigh. IV ’Twas then a voice I heard,— It came in winning tone, Across my night, from far away, To where I prayed alone; It told me of a love, That sought me long ago, And on the cross my burden bore, Of sin, and guilt, and woe. V O blessed cross of Christ! Thou hast my need supplied, For there, upon thy outstretched arms I see the Crucified; And He has sin to bear, That none can call His own,— O Christ, the sin and guilt Thou bor’st, Are mine, are mine, alone. Topics: Penitence and Love Languages: English

Come to the Christ in tears

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #49 (1911) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: I Come to the Christ in tears, And in His hearing tell Thy sins, and griefs, and fears, The wants He knoweth well; Fear not to bring a large request, He gives, and giveth of His best. II Come to the Christ in tears: The contrite heart He wills; And every prayer He hears, And every vessel fills;— We never ask, and sigh unblest, He gives, and giveth of His best. III Come to the Christ in tears;— As when the clouds depart A glorious light appears— So joy shall flood the heart; They cannot weep who share His grace, And see the smiling of His face. Topics: Penitence and Love Languages: English

Forgive my heart its vain regrets

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #50 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I Forgive my heart its vain regrets, And, as I cast my eyes behind, Subdue the spirit, Lord, that frets, Because the light with dark is twined. II I cannot understand the way By which unerring wisdom leads; Nor do I know for what to pray, Unconscious of my deepest needs. III Thou, Whose almighty power upholds The stars that in their courses move,— Whose eye creation’s need beholds To prompt the outflow of Thy love;— IV Teach me in calm content to live ’Mid all the changes life contains, Assured that, love and wisdom give The blessing that for aye remains. V And in the darkness and the light, And in the gladness and the pain, Make me to know that all is right, And every loss my truest gain. Topics: Penitence and Love Languages: English