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This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.4 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: I This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls, When night is dark, and muttering thunder rolls, For none but Thee the power of hell controls,— Have mercy, Lord. II There is no help, if Thou no help wilt bring; No heavenly messenger on speedy wing; Hope gilds the morn, if to Thy cross we cling,— Have mercy, Lord. III Woeful the threats that flash from Sinai’s hill; Dark are the fears, our guilty souls that fill; Help we have none,—O then, of Thy sweet will, Have mercy, Lord. IV Strong is the arm that in our cause was raised,— Christ, be Thy name to endless ages praised, Who, at the hands of sinners was abased;— Have mercy, Lord. V Doomed to our death, the God-man bowed the head; Pierced for our sins, upon the cross He bled; Life is His gift, Who liveth, and was dead;— Have mercy, Lord; VI Life, and to live, amid the bliss beyond, Where souls beloved, to loving souls respond, Free from all bondage in Thy gentle bond,— Have mercy, Lord.
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Rise, O glorious orb of day,—

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Rise, O glorious orb of day,— Lyrics: I Rise, O glorious orb of day,— Christ no longer fills the grave, He hath risen with power to save,— Rise, and clear our night away. II Day, by seer and psalmist sung, Gladdest day for earth and heaven, For the Christ, Whom God had given, Hath the power from hades wrung. III Clouds of darkness, bow the head, Weep in raindrops in the night! Sorrow now is chased from sight, For the living Christ was dead. IV Heaven above, and earth below,— Men and angels raise the strain, Death could not the Christ retain,— Let your praises endless flow. V Ah, the spear, the thorns, the nails, Ah, the dying and the death, And the slow expiring breath,— But the suffering Christ prevails. VI Where can death bestow his prey? Can he hold the Lord of life? Better he had shirked the strife, Than have lost his power for aye. VII Rise, O glorious orb of day! Christ no longer fills the grave, He hath risen with power to save,— Rise, and clear our night away.
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Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: I Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace, Dwell in His courts, and gaze upon His face, Know nought of toil, of weariness, or woe, They rest who serve, not weary, as below. II Rest in the Lord, the strife of war is past, Wear now the wreath of victory at last; E’en death is slain,—the cross of Christ sufficed, Death is not death, to those who live in Christ. III Rest in the Lord, the goal of life is won, To thee ’tis given to hear the glad “Well done”; Great their reward, who, till their Lord appear, Serve in the vineyard of the Master, here. IV Rest in the Lord; none can His honour claim, They honour have, who honour most His name; Thine this reward who counted gain but loss, Nor felt it shame to glory in the cross. V Rest in the Lord; swift comes the happy time, When we who strive shall reach Thy fairer clime; Christ, give us welcome when the toil is past, And bring us to the bliss of heaven, at last. Topics: Burial of a Priest
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Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: I Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks, And earth awakes from all the woeful past, For, with the morn, the Lord of Life awakes, And sin and death into the grave are cast. II Glory to God! The cross with all its shame, Now sheds its glory o’er a ransomed world; For He Who bore the burden of our blame, With pierced hands the foe to hell hath hurled. III Glory to God! Sing ransomed souls again,— And let your songs our glorious Victor laud, Who by His might hath snapped the tyrant’s chain, And set us free to rise with Him to God. IV Darkness and night farewell! the morn is here; Welcome! the light that ushers in the day; Visions of joy before our sight appear, And like the clouds, our sorrows melt away. V Great Son of God, Immortal, and renowned! Brighter than morn the glory on Thy brow; Crowns must be won, and Thou art nobly crowned, For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now.
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Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 2 hymnals 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
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“Watch with Me,” The Master said

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: "Watch with Me," The Master said Lyrics: I “Watch with Me,” The Master said, And the night around Him fell, While the snares of sin and hell, On His awful path were spread. II But they slumbered while He prayed;— They who were His constant care, Heard no echo of His prayer, When His soul was sore dismayed. III Then He held the cup of woe, And the prayer to God was made,— Thrice in agony He prayed, That He might the draught forego. IV But the will of God was done, In the garden, on that night, And He rose in all the might Of the well-beloved Son. V Ah, my soul, thy Lord behold,— Wake from slumber, hear Him pray, All thy griefs are borne away, By His agony, untold. VI And the strength of God is thine When the will of God is done In obedience, as a son, Conscious of a love divine.
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They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: They cried, "Let Him be crucified!" Lyrics: I They cried, “Let Him be crucified!” And surging crowds around Him pressed; With breaking heart, and soul distressed, He bore the cross on which He died. II They cried, “Let Him be crucified!” And He the well-beloved Son, The Son of God Who should have won The love He never once denied. III They cried, “Let Him be crucified!” And to the wood His hands were nailed, And mocking words His ears assailed, That God, Who looked from heaven, defied. IV They cried, “Let Him be crucified!” And when the deed of night was done, The light was blotted from the sun, And hell’s abode exulting, cried. V They cried, “Let Him be crucified!” Ah, Lord, my soul with anguish burns, As to that cruel cross it turns, For ’twas for me the Saviour died.
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O darkest night that ever fell!

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: I O darkest night that ever fell! Before the sun had set, The light was blotted from the heavens, And death, and darkness met. II For God had turned His face away From all the sin He bore, Whom in His love to earth He sent, To bear our suffering sore. III Ah! darkest night that ever falls On soul of human race, When God in anger turns away The brightness of His face; IV Then, sun and moon, and stars are lost, Amid’ our hopeless night; And all the radiant bliss of life Is curtained from our sight. V O Christ, Thou art our Light, and Sun, Our Hope ’mid guilty fears; No night surrounds Thy presence now, Nor threatening cloud appears; VI And sin and death no longer reign, Nor day to dark declines, For, from the Father’s face, a light Of reconcilement shines.
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Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies, While earth is moved with sore dismay, And e’en the sun, though high at noon, In anguish veils the light of day. II Then hell and darkness riot held, And sin and death combined their power To crush the Christ Whom sinful men Had hastened to that awful hour. III But O, ’twas darkness deeper still Than o’er the earth in blackness lay, When God beheld the suffering Son, And turned from Him His face away. IV Ah! whence that suffering? Whence that woe? The horror felt by earth and sky? The victory of the powers of night, That doomed the God-man there to die? V My soul distressed, look up! behold! With light from heaven the earth is filled;— The Christ that awful conflict met, Because a God of wisdom willed. VI Now sin its latest shaft has hurled, And death put forth its utmost might, But, lo, the Christ the conflict stood, And sin and death are vanquished, quite. VII Glory to Thee our souls proclaim, Great Son of God, Thou Victor strong; Thy love inspires our hearts to sing, The victory fills our endless song.
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O Son of God, afflicted

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I O Son of God, afflicted, And slain for sinful men, My soul hath oft’ depicted What Thou didst suffer then,— The pain, the grief, the sighing, The burden of Thy woe, The cross, the shame, the dying That filled Thy life below. II Ah, why from heavenly blessing Didst Thou to earth descend, And share the woes distressing, To be the sinner’s Friend? The angels looked amazéd, While men untouched beheld The Christ to souls debaséd, By love divine impelled. III ’Twas love, ’twas love unbounded, As high as heaven ascends, As deep as depths unsounded, And broad as earth extends; Yea, ’twas a love undying, That suffered for my sake;— Lord, may a love replying, Within my soul awake.

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