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My God, shall sin its power maintain

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #1 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I My God, shall sin its power maintain, And in my soul defiant live! ’Tis not enough that Thou forgive, The cross must rise, and self be slain. II Then in my life Thy love reveal,— As by The Christ Who bore the cross, So by my sacrifice and loss, And by the bitter pangs I feel. III O God of love, Thy love declare,— ’Tis not enough that Christ should die, I too, with Him, in death must lie, And in my death His anguish share. IV Lord, is it nothing now, to Thee?— Yea, it is much, that well I know, For Thou hast memory of the woe That filled Thy soul at Calvary. V And Thou wilt come with gracious aid, When, burdened on the awful road, I fall beneath the grievous load Upon my fainting spirit laid. VI Nor let me feel Thou hast no care, Though arrows fly, and darkness fall; Sin must be slain, but when I call Thou art attentive to my prayer. VII O God of love, Thy power disclose,— ’Tis not enough that Christ should rise, I, too, must seek the brightening skies, And rise from death, as Christ arose. VIII And from the cross, and to the grave Descend; and when the morning breaks, To life anew the soul awakes That sin nor death shall e’er enslave. IX The cross is love: the Christ’s, and mine;— ’Tis life to die, and death to live, And not enough that God forgive, If I would live the life divine. Topics: Crucified with Christ Languages: English

Hark! upon the morning breezes

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #2 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8.7 Lyrics: I Hark! upon the morning breezes, In the darkness, ere the waking, Music sweet the senses pleases, Soft upon the stillness breaking;— “Glory, Glory!” this the singing, Welcome to Immanuel bringing. II Shepherds at their watch beholding Angels clad in glistening whiteness, Heard the wondrous news unfolding ’Mid that dazzling scene of brightness;— “Glory, Glory!” peace, and kindness, Light is breaking on our blindness. III Glorious morn! The sun uprising, Shone upon a world rejoicing; God is with us, truth surprising; List to song the message voicing,— “Glory, Glory!” ages told it, Heavenly voices now unfold it. IV God adored, our nature wearing! Ah, such condescending meekness! Stooping to a world despairing, Full of pity for our weakness;— “Glory, Glory!” praises swelling, God hath made with man His dwelling. Languages: English

Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #3 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Lyrics: I Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills, More radiant far than any earthly morn; ’Tis heavenly light that all creation fills;— The Christ is born. II Mystery profound, through all the ages sealed, Now, to a world all hopeless, and forlorn, In Bethlehem’s manger is at length revealed;— The Christ is born. III Lo, from their watch, the herdsmen raise their eyes, For, dazzling light the robe of night had torn, And angels poured their raptures from the skies,— The Christ is born. IV Bring ye your gifts of gold and incense rare Wise men who come, all travel-stained and worn, Find ye the Child, and pay your homage there;— The Christ is born. V Hail to the morn, the world exulting sings; Only to Him, in fealty we are sworn, Lord of our lives, Immortal King of kings!— The Christ is born. Languages: English

Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #4 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Lyrics: I Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now, No wreath of gold encircleth His brow, Lowly His state,—in lowly worship bow; Hail to the King! II Born of His Maiden Mother, pure as snow, Son of our God, begotten long ago, Ere yet the stream of time began to flow; Hail to the King! III Nowhere was found a shelter for His head, Humble He lay, e’en where the oxen fed, No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed; Hail to the King! IV Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing; Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring, No other hand bestowed an offering; Hail to the King! V Hail to the King! O Christ upon Thy throne, Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own, When by Thy Birth and Death Thou did’st atone; Hail to the King! Languages: English

Ye saints exult with cheerful song

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #5 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: I Ye saints exult with cheerful song, Ye heavens be glad this morn, And let the mountains leap for joy, For Christ on earth is born. II Behold the Virgin Mother holds The Child in warm embrace,— The One-begotten Son of God, Incarnate Word of grace. III And shepherds from their lonely watch, By angel guidance given, At Bethlehem found the Promised Child, And praised the God of heaven. IV And heavenly choirs their music poured, Upon the stillness, then, Ascribing glory unto God, And peace on earth to men. V Lo, wise men from the Morningland, Their costly treasures bear, And at the manger worshipped low, And laid their offerings there. VI Now, with the angel host who sang, We join our thankful praise, To God the Father, God the Son, And Holy Ghost, always. Languages: English

He came because the Father willed

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #6 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I He came because the Father willed, And from the midst of heaven’s renown, The promise to our world fulfilled, And won a kingdom for His crown. II He came because He willed to bear The burden that His love imposed; And all our lot of sorrow share, Until the day in darkness closed. III Ah! angels hailed that morning bright, And in the heavens their carols sung; But God Himself was hid in night, When sin and death their arrows flung. IV But not to sink beneath their power, The God-man girt Him for the fray; And from the darkness of that hour, There sprang the light of endless day. V And wounded souls the triumph knew; Fresh courage to the faint was given; And e’en the dead to life anew, Rose in the glorious might of heaven. VI For sin was crushed, and death was slain;— All hail, the great victorious Son, Who mounts the throne of heaven again, To rule the kingdom He has won. Languages: English

Now the King Immortal

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #7 (1911) Meter: 7.5.7.7.5 Lyrics: I Now the King Immortal Comes to claim His own,— Shepherds at their watch by night, Hail the glory of the light— They, and they alone. II Heralds from the heaven-land, Tell His Advent clear;— Where the sound of hurrying feet? Where the crowds come forth to greet? Where the loyal cheer? III Angels, on the night winds Have their carols thrown,— Theirs, the music rapturous, sweet, Theirs, the songs the Monarch greet, Theirs, and theirs, alone. IV Ah, the silent night hours, Ah, the slumberers, prone,— Mortals wake, arise, adore, Angels, shepherds, honours pour, They, and they, alone. V Jesu, King Immortal, Mount thy rightful throne; Loyal hearts their plaudits pour, Heavenly choirs in songs adore, They, not they alone. Languages: English

When o’er the world Augustus reigned

Author: Cassia the Recluse; John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #8 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: When o'er the world Augustus reigned Lyrics: I When o’er the world Augustus reigned, The rule of kingships felt decay; And when our Lord appeared as Man, The idol shrines were swept away. II One earthly power the people knew, One world-embracing rule obeyed; Then Gentiles to the Godhead knelt, And undivided homage paid. III And when the monarch’s will was known, A census of the tribes was told; Then, in the name of Christ their God, His faithful subjects were enrolled. IV For great Thy mercy is to us, O God, our King, Whose rule we own, And we will render while we live, One glory to Thy name alone. Languages: English

O Light, resplendent of the morn

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #9 (1911) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: I O Light, resplendent of the morn On golden pinions upwards borne, That usherest in the day; We rise responsive to the call, As night removes her dusky pall, And speeds her flight away. II O Light, that, from the Father’s face, Shone on our world with winning grace, When darker night prevailed; We rise to greet Thine Advent bright, All hail! majestic in Thy might, When darkness is assailed. III O let my soul Thy rising see; From every cloud my vision free, And on my pathway shine; Then shall my course, in safety trod, Lead ever nearer to my God, The source of light divine. IV O Jesus, Morn of better day, Thou Light of lights, Whose gladsome ray Gives light, and life, and cheer; Light to my soul, and life impart, And fill with joy my inmost heart, And scatter night and fear. Languages: English

O wounded hands and feet!

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #10 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6.6.6 Lyrics: I O wounded hands and feet! O heart, with spear thrust torn! O brow, with blood drops falling down, Beneath the stinging thorn! O Jesus, Lord divine, Why was such anguish Thine? II The angels were amazed, The sun refused his light, And they who knew that Christ was God, Turned from the woeful sight;— O Jesus, Lord divine, Why was such anguish Thine? III My soul, can’st thou not tell? Why such a sacrifice? Hast thou no needs, for which alone The cross can find supplies? O Jesus, Lord divine, Why was such anguish Thine? IV For thee the cross was reared; For thee the Christ was slain; For thee He sojourned with the dead, And rose to life again;— O Jesus, Lord divine, Thus was the anguish Thine. Languages: English