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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

When Jesus to the judgment hall

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #11 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: I When Jesus to the judgment hall By cruel men was led, He wore a purple robe of scorn, And thorns upon His head;— They called Him King, and bowed the knee, And paid Him homage, mockingly. II “Away! let Him be crucified!” The impious shouts proclaim; And forth they led the Son of God To die a death of shame; And passing thence amid’ the crowd, Beneath a ponderous cross He bowed. III Behold Him nailed upon the cross And left alone to die, While from the awful scene of death His timid followers fly;— In agony He groaned and sighed, And faint, He bowed the head, and died. IV Ah, cruel death for Him to die, Ah, vilest death of shame,— Who, to redeem our guilty souls, From God, in pity came;— The glory of the Father’s throne He left, to make our souls His own. V O Jesus, to Thy cross I cling, For Thou, my Lord, art there, Who, in Thy love, True Man became, My load of sin to bear; And lo, I lift my eyes to heaven, For God in mercy hath forgiven. Languages: English

They brought Him to the hill of death

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #12 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: I They brought Him to the hill of death Where ruthless felons died, And there, upon a cross of shame, The Christ was crucified; By wicked men the nails were driven, And God, in silence, looked from heaven. II They bade Him find His help in God, If He were Christ indeed, And save Himself, as He had saved So many in their need; Such taunting words like venom stung, And God beheld the arrows flung. III They wagged their heads in mocking scorn, And bade the Christ come down,— While from His wounds the blood-drops fell, And from the thorny crown; The spear uplifted pierced His side, And God beheld the crimson tide. IV All dark at noon, the sun refused His wonted light to shed, For sin and death had God defied, And Christ His Son was dead; And God had turned His face away, Nor heard the Christ in anguish pray. V All hail the Resurrection morn! The light returns again, And Christ is throned at God’s right hand Who once for man was slain; And God extends His pardoning grace, Nor hides the brightness of His face. Languages: English

“Watch with Me,” The Master said

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #13 (1911) Meter: 7.7.7.7 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. Languages: English

They cried, “Let Him be crucified!”

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #14 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Languages: English

O darkest night that ever fell!

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #15 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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. Languages: English

Nailed to the cross the Saviour dies

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #16 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Languages: English

O Son of God, afflicted

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #17 (1911) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D 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. Languages: English

This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #18 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.4 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. Languages: English

Lo, in its brightness the morning arising

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #19 (1911) Meter: 11.10.11.10 Lyrics: I Lo, in its brightness the morning arising, Gold on the hilltops in richness is spread; Heaven decks the earth with a beauty surprising, Light is the victor, and darkness hath fled. II Lord of the morning, our souls are awaking, Flood them with beauty, and free them from gloom; Morn speaks of joy, for when morning was breaking, Free from death’s bands Thou did’st rise from the tomb. III Souls that in slumber behold not the beauty, See not the Master arise in His might; Hear not the call to the doing of duty, Know not the rapture that thrills in the light. IV Morn speaks of life,—let us rise to new living, Rise with the Lord to the freedom He gives, Give to the world what the morning is giving, Hope that was born in the darkness, and lives. V Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,— Lord of the morning, our darkness dispel; Shine in our souls, till, the sordid despising, Rise we from earth in Thy presence to dwell. Languages: English

In the dark of early morn

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #20 (1911) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: I In the dark of early morn, Ere the light dispelled the gloom, Came the hearts with sorrow torn, Weeping to the lonely tomb. II Brought they aromatics rare Culled from every choicest stem, And from gardens blooming fair Round thy slopes, Jerusalem. III Ah, the thoughts that filled the mind, As they journeyed all alone, For the Blessed Lord was kind, And they loved Him as their own. IV Glistening in the morning grey, Whence those garments fairer far Than the light that hails the day In the glorious morning star? V List! their voices, heavenly, sweet, As the light clad angels say, Come, behold in reverence meet, Where the risen Master lay. VI Hail the gladness, hail the day, Bring no spices, bring no tears; Death has lost its power to slay, And the grave is reft of fears. Languages: English

Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #21 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.10 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. Languages: English

Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #22 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: I Glory to God! the Christ hath left the tomb, And ere the dawn upon the earth had broke, The Light of lights had burst upon its gloom, When He, our Light, from death’s dark sleep awoke. II Were there no eyes to gaze upon the sight? No hearts to sing, when sundered was the prison? Watchers there were, who lingered through the night, Angels who said, “The Master hath arisen.” III Where now its sting, since death itself is dead? Where now the power that held the captive bound? Weave laurels gay to crown the Victor’s head, Sing carols loud till earth and heaven resound. IV Break, happy morn! and let the world be glad, Night is no more, and all our fears are gone; Joy fills the souls that erstwhile had been sad, Hope fills the tomb, where hope had never shone. V Sleepers, awake! The Christ from death awoke, Break into song, and let the silence sing, Speak to the world what language never spoke, Bring from a tomb what mourners cannot bring. VI Glory to God! The Christ hath left the tomb, Hope in our souls is shining as the sun; Clouds bring no fear, for in the deepest gloom, Rest we in faith,—the Victory is won. Languages: English

Rise, O glorious orb of day,—

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #23 (1911) Meter: 7.7.7.7 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. 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

Lift up the gates

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #25 (1911) Meter: 4.6.4.6.8.8 Lyrics: I Lift up the gates, The Lord of heaven appears; Thrust wide the doors, The King of glory nears; The throne is His Whose arm of might O’erthrew the tyrant in the fight. II Lift up the gates,— The gates of hades fell; Thrust wide the doors, He burst the doors of hell, And prisoners in the dark abode, Exulting, hailed the Son of God. III Lift up the gates,— No power His might can meet; Thrust wide the doors, The foe is at His feet; The path is cleared, the prize is won, Enter, Thou all-victorious Son. IV Lift up the gates,— They come who welcome win; Thrust wide the doors, And let His followers in; They come from toil and conflict long, Ten thousand times ten thousand strong. V Lift up the gates,— Still valiant deeds are done; Thrust wide the doors, For laurels yet are won; And when the victor sheathes his sword, Receive the follower of his Lord. 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

Like the beams that from the sun

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #27 (1911) Meter: 7.7.7.3 Lyrics: I Like the beams that from the sun, Pierce the blackness of the night, Come to us, O Promised One, Spirit, Light. II Pure as saints who have attained, Clad in brightness for attire, Cleanse our souls by vileness stained, Spirit, Fire. III Stronger than uplifted arm In the tumult of the fight, Save our timid souls from harm, Spirit, Might. IV Soothing as the calm that falls When the winds and billows cease, Comfort us when fear appals, Spirit, Peace. V Come, O Gracious Spirit, come, We would have Thee for our Guest, Make our souls Thy chosen home, Spirit, Blest. 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

Spirit of God, in love descend

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #29 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I Spirit of God, in love descend, And make our hearts Thy place of rest, In all our need a steadfast Friend To fill our store with gifts the best; II To cleanse our souls with holy fire From sordid stains that guilt imparts, And with Thy heavenly power inspire Our languid zeal, and fainting hearts; III To lift our minds to nobler things Than earth from all its best can show,— The wealth that flies on speedy wings, The fleeting joys, like sparks that glow. IV Come in the hour of sore distress, When, deep the heart for comfort sighs, And with Thy soothing kindliness The tear-drops wipe from weeping eyes. V “Lo, I am with you to the end,” Thus speaks the promise of our Lord; O Spirit of the Christ, descend, Fulfil to us the gracious word. Languages: English

Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #30 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm Our troubled souls, and give them rest; And with His touch, like healing balm, Allay the pain of the distressed. II We hear the promise Thou did’st make To lone disciples long ago, And peace and hope our souls o’ertake, And joy dispels our brooding woe. III Now let us feel the Spirit’s power, And let us hear His gracious word; Fulfil to us this holy hour The promise of our dying Lord. IV Come, Holy Ghost, with warmth of love, With light of hope, and calm of peace, And raise our sense bound souls above The mocking joys of earth that cease. Languages: English

O God, the Holy Ghost

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #31 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: I O God, the Holy Ghost, Thou Lord of light appear, And, as of old, at Pentecost, Come to us, waiting here; And let the darkness that enshrouds, Pass from our souls like passing clouds. II O God, the Holy Ghost— The choicest gifts are Thine; Grant us the grace we covet most, And virtues most divine; And with Thy purifying fire, Consume, we pray, our vain desire. III O God, the Holy Ghost, With strength our weakness brace, That e’en the threatenings of a host We may with courage face; And put satanic power to flight, That bears upon our souls with might. IV O God, the Holy Ghost, Our soul’s enduring Friend, For all the gifts of Pentecost Our grateful songs ascend;— Thee, with the Father, and the Son We worship, glorious Three in One. Languages: English

When Jesus to the Jordan came

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #32 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I When Jesus to the Jordan came To honour there the rite divine, Then, to the world, His awful claim Was witnessed by the Godhead Trine. II From heaven the Father’s voice declared His pleasure and paternal love; And lo! the Holy Ghost appeared, And wore the likeness of a Dove. III Thrice holy, Jesus Christ, art Thou, By Father and by Spirit blessed; We see Thee at the Jordan now, And hear Thy Godhead there expressed. IV Now to the Father glory be, And to the Son beloved by God, And to the Spirit, endlessly, In heaven and all the earth abroad. Languages: English

When on the mount the Lord appeared

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #33 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: I When on the mount the Lord appeared Transfigured to the sight, His countenance was like the sun, His raiment glistened white. II But dull the minds, and dark the eyes, On whom such glory shone; They saw not God upon the mount, They saw but man alone. III And when the dark and cloudy days Of death and sorrow came, What were their thoughts of Him who hung Upon the cross of shame? IV They knew not that the God of Life An offering yielded there, And of His will endured for all The load of sin He bare. V Lord, to the mount where Thou art seen In all Thy glory bright, Thy servants now would wend their way To gaze upon the Light, VI And there behold, in glory clad, The Light to mortals given, That in the night that hid the cross, Shone with the light of heaven. Languages: English

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

Waving in the autumn breeze

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #35 (1911) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: I Waving in the autumn breeze, Clap your hands, ye forest trees, For the arms that now entwine Needy souls, were stretched on thine. II And the cross that bore the weight Of the Christ, Creator great, By the power that still remains, All the universe sustains. III Emblem, by the Church adored; Might, that wields the kingly sword; Glory, of the ransomed host; Agony, of spirits lost. IV Cross of Christ! we lift our eyes And behold the sacrifice; For the arms that now entwine Needy souls, were stretched on thine. Topics: Elevation of the Cross Languages: English

When in the clouds of heaven

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #36 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: I When in the clouds of heaven The Lord, the Judge, appears, When memory brings my sin to light, And conscience fills with fears,— In mercy, Lord, have mercy then, Nor rank my soul with wicked men. II I have no plea to give, The sin is all my own, I cannot bear the searching glance Nor for that sin atone; I can alone that mercy crave,— O Lord, Thine erring servant save. III Didst Thou not come to earth? Didst Thou not die for me? And all my sin in mercy bear Upon the awful tree? I claim that sacrifice, and pray, Turn not my erring soul away. IV The record of my sin, In mercy, Lord, remove, And to a place at Thy right hand Call Thou my soul, in love; That love divine I make my plea, O may that love encircle me. Languages: English

Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #37 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.10 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 Languages: English

Thou dost not pass a lonesome way

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #38 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I Thou dost not pass a lonesome way, O soul released from mortal coil,— Thou leav’st behind the weight and toil, And thou art blessed of God to-day. II The path thou treadest He hath trod Whom heaven received from death’s abode,— He knows each turning of the road That brings the unburdened soul to God. III It is not dark, it is not sad, It is not haunted now with fear,— The saints have found it full of cheer, For with His comfort they were glad. IV Yea, with His presence thou art blest, And light upon the path is shed, For lo, He liveth Who was dead, And thou art journeying to thy rest. V ’Tis we, not thou, who are distressed, For, blessed, blessed, is the way, O soul, thou journeyest to-day, That leads to everlasting rest. Topics: Burial of a Layman Languages: English

The man who erring counsel shuns

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #39 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: I The man who erring counsel shuns, Nor strays where sinners meet, But in the law of God delights In meditation sweet, Shall reap the happiness of those To whom the Lord His favour shews. II As tree beside the water brooks Whose leaf unfading lives, And when the time appointed comes, A bounteous fruitage gives;— So shall he prosper all his days, Whose hope is in God’s law always. III Not so the wicked,—they are chaff Before the wind that flies, Nor could they stand His searching glance, Should God in judgment rise; For known to God are all the right, But wicked men shall perish quite. Scripture: Psalm 1 Languages: English

Lord, a band of foes increasing

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #40 (1911) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: I Lord, a band of foes increasing Terror to my heart would bring; For they tell my soul unceasing, That no help from God can spring. II Yet Thou art my shield about me, Till the time of strife is past; And though cruel foes may flout me, Thou wilt hear my prayer at last. III On my couch when night was falling, Lay I down devoid of fear; And when morning light was calling, I awoke, for thou wert near. IV Tens of thousands round my dwelling Stand arrayed to do me harm; But my trust when foes are swelling, Rests in Thine almighty arm. V Rise, O Lord, for Thou, victorious, Hast the might of sin o’erthrown, And amid Thy triumph glorious, Bless the people Thou dost own. Scripture: Psalm 2 Languages: English

Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #41 (1911) Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: I Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art, No fear afflicts my trusting heart When, all secure in Thee As in a fortress I repose, And evil men, my direst foes, Are baulked that trouble me, II Hosts may encamp on every side, And pallid fear the trust deride That saves me from affright; But in the Lord my hope shall last, Till noise of war and strife are past, And flee the powers of night. III To God I make this chief request, That I in His abode may rest Through all my earthly days, To mark its comeliness and grace, And see the beauty of His face, Whose love inspires my praise. IV There shall I dwell unseen by all, Secure when days of trouble call, And evil doers mock; And He shall hide me in His tent, Till all the wrath of man is spent As tempests on a rock. V Therefore to Thee my praise I’ll give, And joyful offerings while I live My grateful soul shall bring; For Thou my foes hast beaten down, With victory Thou my head dost crown, And tun’st my heart to sing. Scripture: Psalm 27:1-6 Languages: English

From the hills the light is streaming

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #42 (1911) Meter: 8.5.8.5 Lyrics: I From the hills the light is streaming, Hail, the gladsome morn! Earth with busy life is teeming, For the day is born. II Dawn, Thou Light of lights, undying On a fairer day, All creation beautifying With Thy glorious ray. III Weary eyes the hills are scanning For the early gleam; Souls, Thy long delay unmanning, Sleep, and idly dream. IV Ah, my soul, be up and doing, Life will soon be done, Night, the day is close pursuing To the setting sun. V And the day of God shall waken To the soul with fear, If, the call of life forsaken, We are slumbering here. VI From the hills the light is streaming, Hail the gladsome morn! And the light of God is beaming,— This, His day, is born. Languages: English

The day declines to night

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #43 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: I The day declines to night, The shadows lengthening fall, And see, the deepening purple light Throws on the hills its pall;— Lord, be our Light when suns decline, And in our souls unclouded shine. II Still is the eventide,— Calm is the soft repose, When earthly toil is laid aside, And eyelids drooping, close; Lord, let Thy peace my soul possess, In everlasting restfulness. III Night of my life draws near; Lord, when the light departs, Be all to me that Thou hast been To other trusting hearts, And in the calm that night bestows, Let me in peace with Thee repose. IV The night gives place to morn, The gloom shall pass away, And an eternal day be born, Whose sun shall shine for aye; Lord, wake me when the morn is come, And let me find with Thee my home. Languages: English

Lord, let us feel that Thou art near

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #44 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: I Lord, let us feel that Thou art near, And while we pray, in mercy hear; Crown with Thy love the opening year;— Have mercy, Lord. II Of Thy benignity, we pray, Thy gracious Spirit grant alway, Our strife and discord to allay;— Have mercy, Lord. III May peace our inmost soul possess, And in our lives our converse bless, With unaffected kindliness;— Have mercy, Lord. IV Our sinful past, we here repent, With tears our wayward course lament, Now, let Thy pardoning grace be sent;— Have mercy, Lord. V As seasons come, Good Lord ordain That we the fruits of earth obtain, Send us the sunshine and the rain;— Have mercy, Lord. VI With strength Thy Holy Church endue, The anger of her foes subdue, The offerings of Thy grace renew;— Have mercy, Lord. Topics: The New Year 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

Now with my weeping would I cleanse my soul

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #46 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.10 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 Languages: English

O God of love, on bended knee

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #47 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I O God of love, on bended knee, We, guilty sinners, call on Thee; Now, by the cross that Jesus bore, Extend Thy mercy, we implore. II We have no plea to urge but this, Our own exceeding sinfulness, And all the love to sinners shown Who claim His merits as their own. III Ah, weary with the toil of sin, We seek Thy matchless grace to win; Lord, break the fetters that enslave, And let us know Thy power to save. IV Rise on the darkness of the way That leads from night to perfect day, And let the joy that light awakes Possess the soul that sin forsakes. V O Christ, to Thee our praise ascends, Whose love the needy soul befriends; For, by Thy cross our souls are free To love and praise, eternally. Topics: Penitence and Love Languages: English

O God, in mercy hear

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #48 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Lyrics: I O God, in mercy hear, I lift my cry to Thee, And let Thy gracious help be sent In my perplexity; But Thou art far away, And I am filled with shame, I cannot see Thy blessed face, And fear to name Thy name. II And now a sense of guilt Inspires me with dismay,— I know that none on earth can take That awful load away; ’Tis mine, the sin, ’tis mine, And mine the guilt to bear, The awful burden of the blame, The cloud of dark despair. III Is there no balm to heal? No pity that can bless?— O God, Who art so far away, Be near in my distress; And heed the tears I shed, And hear my woeful cry; And since there is no hand to help, Come Thou in mercy nigh. IV ’Twas then a voice I heard,— It came in winning tone, Across my night, from far away, To where I prayed alone; It told me of a love, That sought me long ago, And on the cross my burden bore, Of sin, and guilt, and woe. V O blessed cross of Christ! Thou hast my need supplied, For there, upon thy outstretched arms I see the Crucified; And He has sin to bear, That none can call His own,— O Christ, the sin and guilt Thou bor’st, Are mine, are mine, alone. Topics: Penitence and Love 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

Forgive my heart its vain regrets

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHM1911 #50 (1911) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I Forgive my heart its vain regrets, And, as I cast my eyes behind, Subdue the spirit, Lord, that frets, Because the light with dark is twined. II I cannot understand the way By which unerring wisdom leads; Nor do I know for what to pray, Unconscious of my deepest needs. III Thou, Whose almighty power upholds The stars that in their courses move,— Whose eye creation’s need beholds To prompt the outflow of Thy love;— IV Teach me in calm content to live ’Mid all the changes life contains, Assured that, love and wisdom give The blessing that for aye remains. V And in the darkness and the light, And in the gladness and the pain, Make me to know that all is right, And every loss my truest gain. Topics: Penitence and Love Languages: English

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