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The Christ on Olive’s mount in prayer

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #71 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The Christ on Olive's mount in prayer Lyrics: I The Christ on Olive’s mount in prayer His heart to God exprest; And as they held sweet converse there, His soul with peace was blest. II Far from the din of troubled life, The tumult, and the swell, A silence, stilling earthly strife, Upon His spirit fell. III And there a voice whose soothing tone The trusting spirit filled, Came with that grace by which alone Our great unrest is stilled. IV O may the blessed thought, divine, That moved the Christ to prayer, Our weary, anxious souls incline Like peace and joy to share; V And on the mount where God is met, May we the solace know, That found His soul on Olivet, Who shared our life below. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

Like music at the stilly hour

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #72 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I Like music at the stilly hour, When twilight veils the light of day, A gentle voice, with winning power, Allured me from the world away. II It made me sad, because I thought That love undying I could spurn; It made me glad, because it brought A loving message in return. III Ah, then the Christ my sin revealed, And bade me cast the barrier down, And rise to things from eyes concealed, More lasting than the world’s renown. IV I found the pathway to the cross, And lo, my blindness passed away, For radiant sunlight swept across The darkness that had led astray. V ’Twas then that Christ, in all His love, In all His beauty won my soul;— Now, for the treasures stored above, I thrust aside the world’s control. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

O Lord, Thou in the hour of need

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #73 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I O Lord, Thou in the hour of need, Didst succour those who sought Thine aid,— The faint revive, the hungry feed,— And on the sick thine hand was laid. II Our needy souls Thy help would crave, For faint they droop, and hungry pine,— Lord, from their mortal sickness save, And heal them by Thy power divine. III Where memories weave a sombre web, And sighs reveal the heart distressed, Where joys that flowed, in murmurs ebb, And buoyant souls are sore oppressed; IV Come as of yore, all helpful, come, And let Thy loving kindness bless, That, where the voice of praise is dumb, Songs may arise of thankfulness. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

My harp upon the willows, grave

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #74 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I My harp upon the willows, grave, In weeping days is sadly hung, For, Lord, the joy Thy presence gave, Is from my soul in anguish wrung. II I think upon the peaceful hours, With Thy companionship to please; But now the world is shorn of flowers, And birds are mute among the trees. III Wilt Thou not come as morning light? As spring that wakes the sleeping earth? As zephyrs on the tuneless night, To stir my soul to holy mirth? IV O matchless Love! for me expressed, O gift of Love surpassing great! Wake love responsive in my breast, And make my drooping soul elate. V My heart is strung; up heart, proclaim In joyful strains the Love divine, That stooped from highest heaven, and came To earth to save this soul of mine; VI To free my heart from carking cares, From trusting aught to fleshly aid; To shew me sin’s seductive snares, That for unwary feet are laid. VII Blest Spirit of my God, return, And o’er my life resume Thy sway, That love within my soul may burn, And quicken joy from day to day. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

To Thee my soul enraptured sings

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #75 (1911) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: I To Thee my soul enraptured sings, O Thou, Immortal King of kings Enthroned where glory shines; The garland of the praises sweet, That I would offer at Thy feet, My grateful heart entwines. II More rare Thy beauty than the best By highest heaven or earth possessed; More radiant than the sun, The glory shining from Thy face That fills with light the holy place, O Thou Immortal One! III Greater Thy might than lord of war,— Thy vast dominions stretch afar Beyond a kingly sway; Thy hand upholds the earth and sea, And heaven, and all that therein be, Thy wise decrees obey. IV But not by rule of power alone Are subjects loyal to Thy throne, Thy love their fealty wins,— A love that, by its winning grace Allured our fallen, guilty race From their rebellious sins. V Lord, by Thy cross that won my soul, From bondage to benign control, My every power possess; That, daily, I my cross may bear, And find, to serve Thee everywhere, Is praising Thee the best. VI To Thee my soul enraptured sings, O Thou Immortal King of kings, But I would join the song, Of myriad souls in realms of light, Who praise their King by day and night, Through all the ages long. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation

Author: Bishop Nektarios; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #76 (1911) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: I Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation Links my nature to Thine own; By Thy sore Humiliation, I am lifted to Thy throne; By Thy suffering Thou hast fired me With a zeal to sacrifice, And to noble life inspired me,— Hence my grateful songs arise. II Word of God! Thy Crucifixion Hath upraised me from the earth; By Thy death and dereliction, Thou hast given me nobler birth; By Thy Resurrection glorious, Life immortal now I own,— Hence ascend my songs victorious To Thy praise, O Christ the Son. III By Thy hand at the creation, Thou didst form me from the ground, And, to mark my kingly station, With Thine image I was crowned; And that hand, when pierced and bleeding, Raised me from corruption’s mire, And, though all this love unheeding, Decked me with divine attire. IV Thou who gav’st my soul its being, Breathing in me life divine, Didst, by Thine all-wise decreeing, Unto death Thy life resign; And from death my soul defending, Thou didst sojourn with the dead, That Thou mightst, my fetters rending, Raise me up, Thou Glorious Head! V Shame be on your heads abiding, Disobedient people now, Who to death, and vile deriding, Caused the Word of God to bow! Shame! for death, nor powers infernal, Nor the dark of hades’ gloom, Could retain the King Eternal In the bondage of the tomb. Languages: English

Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere

Author: Bishop Nektarios; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #77 (1911) Meter: 10.10 Lyrics: I Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere, And with pure minds, your Lord adore with fear. II Lo, to the Jordan on this sacred day, The Bridegroom from His chamber took His way. III Jordan affrighted, on its course was stayed; The Baptist heard His voice and was dismayed. IV “How can I hold that sacred Head of Thine, O Word of God, Immortal, and Divine?” V Then, from the Father, in the heaven above, The Holy Ghost descended as a Dove. VI While on the Christ the dove-like form abode, And Jordan’s parted waters o’er Him flowed. VII “This is my Son,” the Father spake from heaven, “Who, for the lost of Adam’s race was given.” VIII Illumine us, we sing, O Christ the Lord, Glory to Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word! Languages: English