A crown of gold surpassing rare,
The western hills, in beauty, wear;
And earth and sea reflect the light,
That fades before th’ approach of night.
O Glorious Sun! whose peerless ray
Illumes the realm of endless day,
Shine on a world where darkness dwells,
And all the joy of day dispels.
Soft o’er the land the twilight creeps;
Night falls apace, and nature sleeps;
O let not night my life control,
And plunge in sleep my drowsy soul.
Sleep to the weary pilgrim give,
But let the soul through slumber live;
Wake when the first faint gleam of morn
Tells that another day is born.
Light of my life! bid night depart,
Sing to my soul, and cheer my heart;
That morn, and noon, and night may be
One beauteous day of joy to me.
And when the brightest morn shall break,
And bid the eternal day awake,
O Glorious Sun! in radiance shine,
To guard from night the realm divine.
Hymns from the East, 1907
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||First Line||Title||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymns from the East #06||A crown of gold surpassing rare||A crown of gold surpassing rare||John Brownlie||8,8,8,8||1907|
|Hymns of the Early Church: translated from Greek and Latin sources; together with translations from a later period; centos and suggestions from the Greek; and several original pieces #40||A crown of gold surpassing rare||A crown of gold surpassing rare||8,8,8,8||1913|