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Author: Mrs. C. H. M. Appears in 36 hymnals Scripture: Zechariah 14:20 First Line: Called unto holiness, church of our God Refrain First Line: Holiness unto the Lord" is our watchword and song Used With Tune: [Called unto holiness, church of our God]

The Evening Light

Author: Daniel S. Warner Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 10 hymnals Scripture: Zechariah 14:7 First Line: Brighter days are sweetly dawning Refrain First Line: Oh, what golden glory streaming! Lyrics: 1 Brighter days are sweetly dawning, Oh, the glory looms in sight! For the cloudy day is waning, And the evening shall be light. Refrain: Oh, what golden glory streaming! Purer light is coming fast; Now in Christ we’ve found a freedom Which eternally shall last. 2 Misty fogs, so long concealing All the hills of mingled night, Vanish, all their sin revealing, For the evening shall be light. [Refrain] 3 Lo, the ransomed are returning, Robed in shining crystal white, Leaping, shouting home to Zion, Happy in the evening light. [Refrain] 4 Free from Babel in the Spirit, Free to worship God aright, Joy and gladness we’re receiving, Oh, how sweet this evening light. [Refrain] 5 Hallelujah! saints are singing, Vict’ry in Jehovah’s might; Glory! glory! keep it ringing, We are saved in evening light. [Refrain] Used With Tune: [Brighter days are sweetly dawning] Text Sources: Timeless Truths (http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Evening_Light); Faith Publishing House, Evening Light Songs, 1949, edited 1987 (1); The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (154)

Prophetic Truth

Author: Daniel S. Warner Meter: 12.8.12.8 with refrain Appears in 10 hymnals Scripture: Zechariah 14:7 First Line: 'Twas sung by the poets, foreseen in the spirit Refrain First Line: Oh, glory to Jesus! we hail the bright day Lyrics: ’Twas sung by the poets, foreseen in the spirit,A time of refreshing is near;When creeds and divisions would fall to demerit,And saints in sweet union appear. Refrain:Oh, glory to Jesus! we hail the bright day,And high on our banner salvation display,The mists of confusion are passing away.We stand in the glory that Jesus has given,The moon, as the dayspring doth shine;The light of the sun is now equal to seven,So bright is the glory divine.Now filled with the Spirit and clad in the armorOf light and omnipotent truth;We’ll testify ever, and Jesus we’ll honorAnd stand from sin Babel aloof.The prophet’s keen vision, transpiercing the ages,Beheld us to Zion return;We’ll sing of our freedom, though Babylon rages,We’ll shout as her city doth burn.The fig tree is budding, the “evening” is shining,We welcome the wonderful light!We look for the Savior, for time is declining,Eternity’s looming in sight! Used With Tune: ['Twas sung by the poets, foreseen in the spirit] Text Sources: Timeless Truths (http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Prophetic_Truth); Faith Publishing House, Evening Light Songs, 1949, edited 1987 (2); The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (538)

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[Called unto holiness, church of our God]

Appears in 28 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: Mrs. C. H. Morris Scripture: Zechariah 14:20 Incipit: 11116 51771 61431 Used With Text: "Holiness Unto the Lord"

[Brighter days are sweetly dawning]

Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 8 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: H. R. Jeffrey Scripture: Zechariah 14:7 Tune Sources: Timeless Truths (http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Evening_Light); Faith Publishing House, Evening Light Songs, 1949, edited 1987 (1); The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (154) Tune Key: E Flat Major Incipit: 32135 56511 34542 Used With Text: The Evening Light

['Twas sung by the poets, foreseen in the spirit]

Meter: 12.8.12.8 with refrain Appears in 9 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: B. F. Bear Scripture: Zechariah 14:7 Tune Sources: Timeless Truths (http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Prophetic_Truth); Faith Publishing House, Evening Light Songs, 1949, edited 1987 (2); The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (538) Tune Key: A Flat Major Incipit: 51111 33222 23445 Used With Text: Prophetic Truth

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Jesus shall reign where'er the sun

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #594 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Zechariah 14:9 Lyrics: 1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 Behold, the islands, with their kings, And Europe her best tribute brings; From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet. 3 There Persia, glorious to behold; There India shines in Eastern gold; And barbarous nations, at his word, Submit, and bow, and own their Lord. 4 To him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. Topics: The Christian Church Missionary; The Saviour's Reign

Come, Thou Almighty King

Author: Anonymous; Compiler Hymnal: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #5 (1972) Meter: 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 Scripture: Zechariah 14:9 Topics: Beginning of Worship Prayer for the Presence of God; Hymns, Songs, Chorales Languages: English Tune Title: ITALIAN HYMN

The Son of God goes forth to war

Author: Reginald Heber Hymnal: The Presbyterian Book of Praise #250 (1897) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Scripture: Zechariah 14:3 Topics: The Christian Life Temptation and Conflict Languages: English Tune Title: ALL SAINTS (NEW)

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D. S. Warner

1842 - 1895 Person Name: Daniel S. Warner Scripture: Zechariah 14:7 Author of "The Evening Light" in Timeless Truths Warner, Daniel Sidney. (near Marshallville, Wayne County, Ohio, 1842--1895). Church of God. Reared on an Ohio farm. During the Civil War, he substituted for a brother. Later he taught school. He attended Oberlin College briefly in 1865. By 1867 he was licensed to preach by the Western Ohio Eldership of the Church of God (Winebrennerian). His experience in preaching was gained on circuits in Nebraska and Ohio. In 1874 he was in trouble with the Eldership for preaching entire sanctification. Soon he joined the Indiana Eldership. In 1881 he was in trouble with this Eldership over sectism. Warner was an associate editor of the Herals of Gospel Freedom in 1878. this paper was merged with the Pilgrim about 1881, and the new paper was called the Gospel Trumpet, with Warner as its editor. Warner was forced to move the paper about, seeing for firm financial foundations. The publishing work was at last established in Grand Junction, Michigan, enabling Warner to travel more extensively with a group of evangelists. Warner's time was spent in editing the Trumpet, writing books, tracts, and songs, and making evangelistic tours of the United States. --John W.V. Smith, DNAH Archives =================================== Daniel Sidney Warner, 1842-1895 Born: June 25, 1842, Bristol (now Marshallville), Ohio. Died: December 12, 1895, Grand Junction, Michigan, of pneumonia. Buried: Near Grand Junction, Michigan, at the edge of the Church of God campground that was once there. As of 1880, Warner was living in Rome City, Indiana. His works include: Echoes From Glory, with Barney Warren (Grand Junction, Michigan: The Gospel Trumpet Publishing Company, 1893) Lyrics-- Ah Poor Alien Far from the Fold of Love Ah Poor Sinner, Think of Calvary All This World, Its Wealth and Honor All Ye People, Come Down to the Judgment Begun Along a Dark and Gloomy Path Are You of the Holy Remnant Are You Ready, Waiting for the Lord? Are You Sowing Seeds of Kindness? Asleep in Jesus, Oh, How Sweet A Gentle Hand Unseen by Us A Long Time I Wandered Away Beautiful, Peaceful Zion Behold a Form upon the Lonely Mount Behold, What Love, What Boundless Love Bond of Perfectness, The Borne Away in Mind and Spirit Brighter Days Are Sweetly Dawning By Thy Blessed Word Obeying Can the Spirit of a Mortal Church of God, Thou Spotless Virgin Church of the Living God Come, Behold the Love of Jesus Come unto Me, All Ye That Labor Come, Within That Upper Chamber Dear Friends, We Have Precious Tidings of Old Don’t Resist the Holy Spirit Down into the Flowing River Do You Triumph, O My Brother? Ere Christ Will Reign Within Thy Heart Fair City of the Gospel Day Far Down o’er the Ages a Promise Divine Fill Me with Thy Spirit From My Soul and All Within From the Mount of Heavenly Vision God Is Sitting in the Awful Valley God Is Sweeping through the Nations God of Mercy, God of Love Great Peace Have They That Love Thy Law Hallelujah to Jesus! Hark, in the Bible a Warning Hear the Tidings of a Kingdom Hear the Voice of Our Commander Hear Ye the Moan of a Soul That Is Lost Here We Meet and Part in Jesus His Yoke Is Easy How Often I’ve Pondered My Struggles Within How Sweet Is My Walk with Jesus! How Sweet This Bond of Perfectness I Am Resting in Jesus, Hallelujah! I Know My Name Is There I Heard the Dear Redeemer Say I Lost My Life for Jesus on the Cross I Ought to Love My Savior I Seem to Hear an Angel Choir I Will Be with Thee, O, Child of Love I Will Part with Thee, Old Master I Will Trust Thee, O My Father If Thou Wilt Know the Fountain Deep I’ll Sing of a River Divine In the Chambers of Thy Bosom In the Light of God In the Morning of the Lord Is the Spirit Glowing in Thy Heart? It Is Written in the Bible I’ve Found a Friend in Jesus I’ve Found My Lord and He Is Mine I’ve Reached the Land of Pure Delight Jesus Drank the Cup of Sorrow Jesus Has Taken My Load of Sin Jesus, Thou a Fountain Art Last Great Day, The Let Us Sing an Invitation Let Us Sing a Sweet Song of the Home of the Soul Let Us Sing the Name of Jesus Life Is Not a Mystic Dream Light in Our Darkness, Brother Lord Our Shepherd, The Listen, Sinner, to the Voice Lord, the Shades of Night Lo, Heaven Now Opens to Rapturous View Lo the Kingdom of Heaven We See Lo, wisdom Crieth in the Streets Mansion Is Waiting in Glory, A Men Speak of a Church Triumphant Mighty Messengers Are Running My Jesus Died for Me upon the Cross My Name Is in the Book of Life My Soul in Trouble Roamed My Soul Is Satisfied My Soul Is Saved from Sin Not in the Temples Made with Hands Now My Pilgrim toils Are Over Now the Great King of Babel O Blessed Jesus, for Thee W Are Waiting O Blessed Jesus, Thy Love Is Supreme O Careless Sinner, Wake to Mercy’s Call O God, Inspire Our Morning Hymn O How Can Anyone Refuse O How Sublime Is the Life of the Christian O Let Us Sing the Mighty Love O Love Divine, Unfathomed! O Praise the Lord, My Soul Is Saved O Precious Bible! Burning Words from Heaven O Sinner, Come Home to the Savior O W Love the Children’s Meeting O What Deep and Pure Compassion O Worship God, the Father O Ye Pilgrims, Sing an Exhortation O’er the Door of Heaven’s Kingdom Oft My Heart Has Bled with Sorrow Oh, Worship God the Father, Just and True Oh, Come and Praise the Lord Today Oh, When We Remember the Goodness O Who Can Stand the Judgment Day Oh, Why Should I Be Lost Onward Moves the Great Eternal Our God Is Love, the Angels Know Perishing Souls at Stake Today! Pilgrim of Jesus, o’er Life’s Troubled Sea Praise the Lord with Songs of Glory Rejoice, Little Ones, in the Promise Divine River of Peace Salvation Is the Sweetest Thing See the Great King of Babel Shall I Tell You Why I Ceased from Folly? Shall My Soul Ascend with Rapture Shield of Faith, The Since I Have Found My Savior Sing of Salvation, O, it Was Love Sinner, will You Lose Your Soul Sunbeams Sparkling and Glancing Sweet Fellowship, Thy Crystal Tide Sweetly Whispered the Lord in My Mind Take the Shield of Faith, My Brother Tell Me, Pilgrim, Traveling Homeward Tell Me, Watchman, Oh, What of the Morning There Are Some Rays of Hope Divine There Are Tidings of a Land Far Away There Is a Blest Pavilion There Is a Grace Few Mortals Find There Is a Story I Often Must Ponder There Is Joy in the Service of the Master There Was a Bright and Lovely Boy There’s an Angel of Mercy from Heaven There’s a Fact No Mortal Ever Can Deny There’s a Fountain of Blood That Atones for the Soul There’s a Land of Everlasting Song There’s a Peaceful Valley of Decision Found There’s a Song We Love to Sing There’s an Awful Day That’s Coming There’s Mercy, Poor Sinner, for Thee There’s Music in My Soul This Is Why I Love My Savior Tho’ All Along My Happy Pilgrim Race Time Enough, the Sluggard Cries Time Onward Flows Like a River Vast Trusting in Jesus, My Savior and Friend ’Twas Sung by the Poets Two Little Hands Are Sweetly Folded Unheeding Winter’s Cruel Blast Universe Is God’s Domain, The We Are Coming, Hallelujah! We Are Going Home to Heaven’s Golden City We Are the Happy Children We Have Met Today on the Old Campground We Have Reached an Awful Era We Have Read in Sacred Story We Stand upon the Sea of Glass We Tread upon the Awful Verge We Will Work for Jesus We’ll Follow the Lord All the Way We’re a Happy Christian Band What Awful Darkness Shrouds All the Earth! When Lost in the Darkness of Guilt and Despair When We Pass the Golden Summer Where Art Thou, Wand’ring Sinner? Where Shall We Look for Help in Affliction? While Sleeping Careless on the Brink Whiter Than Snow Who but the Christian Is Happy and Free? Who Can Sing the Wondrous Love of the Son Divine?? Who Is My Life but Christ Alone? Who Will Suffer with the Savior? Why Should a Doubt or Fear Arise? Why Should a Mortal Man Complain? Wonderful Fountain of Glory --hymntime.com/tch

Charles Wesley

1707 - 1788 Person Name: C. Wesley Scripture: Zechariah 14:9 Author of "Let saints below in concert sing" in The Voice of Praise Charles Wesley, M.A. was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley family, perhaps, taking quantity and quality into consideration, the great hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, being provided with a home and board by his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free. In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor. In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much deepened, and he became one of the first band of "Oxford Methodists." In 1735 he went with his brother John to Georgia, as secretary to General Oglethorpe, having before he set out received Deacon's and Priest's Orders on two successive Sundays. His stay in Georgia was very short; he returned to England in 1736, and in 1737 came under the influence of Count Zinzendorf and the Moravians, especially of that remarkable man who had so large a share in moulding John Wesley's career, Peter Bonier, and also of a Mr. Bray, a brazier in Little Britain. On Whitsunday, 1737, [sic. 1738] he "found rest to his soul," and in 1738 he became curate to his friend, Mr. Stonehouse, Vicar of Islington, but the opposition of the churchwardens was so great that the Vicar consented that he "should preach in his church no more." Henceforth his work was identified with that of his brother John, and he became an indefatigable itinerant and field preacher. On April 8, 1749, he married Miss Sarah Gwynne. His marriage, unlike that of his brother John, was a most happy one; his wife was accustomed to accompany him on his evangelistic journeys, which were as frequent as ever until the year 1756," when he ceased to itinerate, and mainly devoted himself to the care of the Societies in London and Bristol. Bristol was his headquarters until 1771, when he removed with his family to London, and, besides attending to the Societies, devoted himself much, as he had done in his youth, to the spiritual care of prisoners in Newgate. He had long been troubled about the relations of Methodism to the Church of England, and strongly disapproved of his brother John's "ordinations." Wesley-like, he expressed his disapproval in the most outspoken fashion, but, as in the case of Samuel at an earlier period, the differences between the brothers never led to a breach of friendship. He died in London, March 29, 1788, and was buried in Marylebone churchyard. His brother John was deeply grieved because he would not consent to be interred in the burial-ground of the City Road Chapel, where he had prepared a grave for himself, but Charles said, "I have lived, and I die, in the Communion of the Church of England, and I will be buried in the yard of my parish church." Eight clergymen of the Church of England bore his pall. He had a large family, four of whom survived him; three sons, who all became distinguished in the musical world, and one daughter, who inherited some of her father's poetical genius. The widow and orphans were treated with the greatest kindness and generosity by John Wesley. As a hymn-writer Charles Wesley was unique. He is said to have written no less than 6500 hymns, and though, of course, in so vast a number some are of unequal merit, it is perfectly marvellous how many there are which rise to the highest degree of excellence. His feelings on every occasion of importance, whether private or public, found their best expression in a hymn. His own conversion, his own marriage, the earthquake panic, the rumours of an invasion from France, the defeat of Prince Charles Edward at Culloden, the Gordon riots, every Festival of the Christian Church, every doctrine of the Christian Faith, striking scenes in Scripture history, striking scenes which came within his own view, the deaths of friends as they passed away, one by one, before him, all furnished occasions for the exercise of his divine gift. Nor must we forget his hymns for little children, a branch of sacred poetry in which the mantle of Dr. Watts seems to have fallen upon him. It would be simply impossible within our space to enumerate even those of the hymns which have become really classical. The saying that a really good hymn is as rare an appearance as that of a comet is falsified by the work of Charles Wesley; for hymns, which are really good in every respect, flowed from his pen in quick succession, and death alone stopped the course of the perennial stream. It has been the common practice, however for a hundred years or more to ascribe all translations from the German to John Wesley, as he only of the two brothers knew that language; and to assign to Charles Wesley all the original hymns except such as are traceable to John Wesley through his Journals and other works. The list of 482 original hymns by John and Charles Wesley listed in this Dictionary of Hymnology have formed an important part of Methodist hymnody and show the enormous influence of the Wesleys on the English hymnody of the nineteenth century. -- Excerpts from John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907) ================== Charles Wesley, the son of Samuel Wesley, was born at Epworth, Dec. 18, 1707. He was educated at Westminster School and afterwards at Christ Church, Oxford, where he graduated M.A. In 1735, he took Orders and immediately proceeded with his brother John to Georgia, both being employed as missionaries of the S.P.G. He returned to England in 1736. For many years he engaged with his brother in preaching the Gospel. He died March 29, 1788. To Charles Wesley has been justly assigned the appellation of the "Bard of Methodism." His prominence in hymn writing may be judged from the fact that in the "Wesleyan Hymn Book," 623 of the 770 hymns were written by him; and he published more than thirty poetical works, written either by himself alone, or in conjunction with his brother. The number of his separate hymns is at least five thousand. --Annotations of the Hymnal, Charles Hutchins, M.A., 1872.

Mrs. C. H. Morris

1862 - 1929 Person Name: Mrs. C. H. M. Scripture: Zechariah 14:20 Author of ""Holiness Unto the Lord"" in The Old Story in Song Lelia (Mrs. C.H.) Morris (1862-1929) was born in Pennsville, Morgan County, Ohio. When her family moved to Malta on the Muskingum River she and her sister and mother had a millinery shop in McConnelsville. She and her husband Charles H. Morris were active in the Methodist Episcopal Church and at the camp meetings in Sebring and Mt. Vernon. She wrote hymns as she did her housework. Although she became blind at age 52 she continued to write hymns on a 28-foot long blackboard that her family had built for her. She is said to have written 1000 texts and many tunes including "Sweeter as the years go by." Mary Louise VanDyke

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