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Behold, the King of Zion rides

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #34 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: I Behold, the King of Zion rides, But not in vain array; The people wave their goodly palms, With garments strew the way; And loud hosannas fill the air From crowds that, surging, throng; ’Tis meet to honour Him Who rides With cheer, and shout, and song. II O Zion, of your God beloved, The day of strife is nigh, Yet comes He not with armour clad, And sword upon His thigh; The weapons of your mighty King No other hand could wield, The might of God is in His arm, The will of God His shield. III See, on the cross, without the wall, The King Immortal dies; Not now hosannas fill the air,— The shouts of hell arise; But in that hour of triumph, deemed, Satanic might is slain, For He Who bows the head in death, Shall rise to life again. IV O Zion, hail your mighty King, Your palms around Him wave, And strew your garments in the way Of Him Who rides to save; And when He mounts His regal throne, By bloody conflict won, Give homage to the King of heaven, God’s One Eternal Son. Languages: English

Borne on the clouds the Christ arose

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #24 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I Borne on the clouds the Christ arose To where the light celestial glows, Till, farther than the eye could view, He passed the heavenly portals through. II Ended the weary life below, The painful toil, the grief, the woe; The conflict of the cross is past, And sin and death are slain at last. III Now, list the heavenly song begun By hosts in garments like the sun; Lift up, lift up your heads, ye gates! The glorious King an entrance waits. IV Ascended Christ! in mercy yet, Think of the hearts on Olivet, And in Thy wondrous grace restore Thy living Presence gone before. V And let the Spirit’s aid revive Our waiting souls that faithful strive, Till from our Olivet we soar, To dwell with Thee for evermore. Languages: English

Borne on the wings of light

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #26 (1911) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: I Borne on the wings of light, Behold the Lord ascend, Up to the portals bright Where heavenly powers attend, And fling the gates of glory wide, While praises rise like flowing tide. II Back to the Father’s bliss From war and strife below, From toil and loneliness ’Mid scenes of sin and woe;— Loud plaudits hail the Victor now, Who comes with triumph on His brow. III Lord, in the peace of heaven, Far from our toil and pain, Think of the promise given, And come to us again;— Remember, Thou, the toilsome road, That brought Thee to Thy blest abode. IV And see the toils we bear, And hear the prayers we send; In answer to our prayers, Our needy souls befriend;— We need not languish in the night, Though heaven receive Thee from our sight. V O Promised Spirit, come, And fill the empty place, Till in our heavenly home We look upon His face, Who fought with us in earthly strife, And won for us immortal life. Languages: English

Bring to the Christ your fears

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #64 (1911) Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Lyrics: I Bring to the Christ your fears, And tell your sorrows there, The faintest cry he hears, And every faltering prayer; He knows your weight of woe, Who dwelt with us below. II With thought of sin opprest, Does conscience smite thee sore? There is a place of rest, Where sin afflicts no more; See, where the blood was spilt, The cross hath borne thy guilt. III Think you of former bliss, Of happier, sunnier hours, When fragrant joys you miss, Bestrewed your path like flowers? With Christ more joys abound, Than can on earth be found. IV Mourn you a heart estranged, Once kind, but now grown cold? A happy friendship changed, Now that the years are old? There is a Friend above, And His, a lasting love. V Is there an empty room Where silence broods alone, All curtained round with gloom, Where once the sunlight shone? Hearts that are linked below, In Christ no parting know. VI Bring then to Christ your fears, And tell your sorrows there, The faintest cry He hears, And every faltering prayer; He knows your weight of woe, Who dwelt with us below. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

Burdened with a heavy load

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #53 (1911) Meter: 7.8.7.8 Lyrics: I Burdened with a heavy load, Lord, we come, for Thou art calling; Rough and toilsome is the road, And the night around is falling. II Sin, the burden that we bear, Fills us with a dread to meet Thee; Yet, we yield not to despair, But for mercy would entreat Thee. III From the cross a glorious light Falls upon our path to cheer us; And a hope on pinions bright Hovers, in the darkness, near us. IV For the sake of Him Who bore All the sin, we come lamenting, Let Thy pardon now restore Sinners, at Thy feet, repenting. Topics: Penitence and Love 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, Holy Ghost, in might

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #28 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: I Come, Holy Ghost, in might, And make our weakness strong; Renew our valour in the fight Against the power of wrong. II Come, Holy Ghost, restore The zeal our lives have lost, And on our fainting spirits pour The grace of Pentecost. III Come, Holy Ghost, in light Our minds and hearts to cheer, And pierce the darkness of our night Of ignorance and fear. IV Come, Holy Ghost, in love, Reveal the love divine, That stooped to earth from heaven above, In sympathy benign. V And while the ages run, Our praise shall rise to Thee; And to the Father and the Son, One God, eternally. 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

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

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