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THERE SHALL BE A FOUNTAIN OPENED FOR SIN AND FOR UNCLEANNESS

Author: Hallgrim Petursson; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #11 (1913) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.8 First Line: Beneath the Cross of Jesus kneeling Lyrics: Beneath the Cross of Jesus kneeling, Dawns on my soul the endless day; There, deeper than all tides of feeling, Doth God His boundless grace display; Thence flow the mystic waves of healing; There all my stains are washed away. God wrought for man, His love forth-shewing, When Moses smote the rock of old; And, lo, through Israel's camp on-flowing, Out brake the longed-for flood, and rolled, New strength, new joy, new life bestowing, On lips that quaffed it, pure and cold. God wrought for man, mankind redeeming, When Christ was pierced by Roman spear, And, o'er the thirsty world down-streaming, Forth gushed a fountain, cool and clear, Till souls, beside those waters gleaming, Forgot in joy sin's desert drear. Beside that well for aye abiding, New strength, new joy, new life I gain; Within that cleft securely hiding, No care can cark, no sorrow stain; Here rests the blissful soul confiding, Here faith the healing draught can drain. Lord, let my heart, this gift receiving, Beat one glad anthem to Thy praise; And may the stream, Thy pierced heart leaving Refresh and heal me all my days: Thus by Thy blood my life retrieving, A psalm of endless thanks I'll raise. Languages: English

GOD'S GARDEN

Author: Hallgrim Petursson; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #12 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: Behold God's Garden! Resting here Lyrics: Behold God's Garden! Resting here Soft sleep till dawn God's children dear. Whene'er thou passest by this place Breathe low a fervent prayer for grace. Death ponder; then, with hope up-borne, Think on the Resurrection Morn. Languages: English

THE ICELANDIC BURIAL HYMN

Author: Hallgrim Petursson; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #13 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: I know that my Redeemer Lyrics: I know that my Redeemer Lives crowned upon the throne; Lord over earth and heaven He saves, and He alone; He conquered death by dying Upon the accursed tree, And from His death sprang glorious Eternal life for me. Christ conquered death by dying— Jesu, Thy mortal pain O'erthrew the King of Terrors And brake the captive's chain. What though this earthly body Obey Death's dread behest? The soul soars free rejoicing To mansions of the blest. I think upon my Saviour, I trust His power to keep, His mighty arm enfolds me Awaking and in sleep. Christ is my rock, my courage; Christ is my soul's true life; And Christ (my still heart knows it) Will bear me through the strife. Thus in Christ's name I'm living; Thus in Christ's name I'll die; I'll fear not though life's vigour From Death's cold shadow fly. O Grave, where is thy triumph? O Death, where is thy sting? "Come when thou wilt, and welcome!" Secure in Christ I sing. Languages: English

HALLGRIM PETURSSON'S DEATH-BED HYMN

Author: Hallgrim Petursson; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #14 (1913) Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: Come, Lord, Thyself with Thine abounding grace Lyrics: Come, Lord, Thyself with Thine abounding grace; Mine utmost depth of need Thine eyes can trace: Thou, Lord, through life's long way my Guard and Guide; Let not Thy pilgrim's last tired footsteps slide. Upon my sight dark dawns the rising day; Faint fall the sounds of earth, and far away: None, none can aid; by death's lone, narrow door, I pass beyond man's help for evermore. None, none can aid but Thou, Almighty Lord; I stay me on Thine everlasting Word; Let earth decay, heaven's far-flung glories pale, Jehovah's plighted word can never fail. Within the Eternal Arms I sink to rest, Washed in the stream that flowed from Jesus' breast: The life Thou gavest, Father, now defend; Into Thine Hands my spirit I commend. Let the last psalm my dying voice can raise, Extol Thy loving-kindness, hymn Thy praise: Let the first notes my wakening lips can frame Amid the eternal glory, laud Thy Name. First, midst, and last, through that unclouded day, I would my Saviour's boundless grace display, And swell the anthems of the ransomed host, Adoring Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Languages: English

THE VOICES OF CREATION

Author: Valdimar Briem; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #15 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D First Line: How glorious is God's greatness! Lyrics: How glorious is God's greatness! How marvellous God's might! To this the world bears witness In wonders day and night; In form of flower and snowflake, In morn's resplendent birth, In afterglow at even, In sky and sea and earth! Each tiny floweret whispers The great Life-giver's name; The mighty mountain masses His majesty proclaim; The hollow vales are hymning God's shelter for His own; The snow-capped peaks are pointing To God's almighty throne. The ocean's vast abysses In one grand psalm record The deep mysterious counsels And mercy of the Lord; 34 The ice-cold waves of winter Are thundering on the strand, "E'en grief's chill stream is guided By God's all-gracious hand." The starry hosts are singing Through all the light-strewn sky, Of God's eternal Temple And Palace-courts on high. When, in these outer chambers, Such glory gilds the gloom, What the transcendent brightness Of God's own Presence Room! Languages: English

AN AUTUMN HYMN

Author: Kaspar Johannes Boye; Valdimar Briem; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #16 (1913) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Full soon will fall the winter rain Lyrics: Full soon will fall the winter rain, Soon fade the green hill-side; With all thy glory, fare thee well, Thou radiant summer-tide. Full soon will wail the winter wind, Soon fail the flowers that blow; Let autumn blight the buds of earth, The flower of Hope doth grow! What though the sunlight wane? ne'er wanes The grace of Christ the Lord; Amid the gathering gloom shines on God's everlasting Word. Though leaf may wither, floweret fade, Though tiny grass blade pale; Our hearts can trust a surer truth— God's love shall never fail. Though winter chill each struggling herb, My gladness ne'er can cease; From Bethlehem calls a voice, "To you Is born the Prince of Peace." Upon my fairest trees of hope Lies cold a robe of snow; But from the Tree where Jesus died The Living Waters flow. Though fade the grass on hill and dale, Though ice bind stream and fell; My faith in Him shall never fail, Who burst the bonds of Hell. Good hope of everlasting spring His Church the Saviour gave. Rejoice! Rejoice! The Life Himself Is risen from the grave! Languages: English

GOD'S BOOK OF NATURE

Author: Valdimar Briem; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #17 (1913) Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: This wondrous world, my God, a book I deem Lyrics: This wondrous world, my God, a book I deem, Wherein the Author's heavenly glories shine: The petals of the wayside flowers meseem Its pages, pencilled o'er by hand divine. The sun that soars above the eastern deep Toward the realms celestial beckoneth me; The glowing orb, which westering sinks to sleep, Tells of eternal rest and peace with Thee. Within my breast fair spring's life-laden wind Kindles new hope in Thine abounding grace; The gathering gloom of autumn bids me find Within Thy sheltering arms my hiding place. The countless stars which gleam athwart the sky, Speak of Thine eyes which sleep not day nor night; While at my feet the earth-born flowers reply, "We live our lowly lives within God's sight." Grant me, dear Lord, to scan Thy works, until My heart their soothing ministry doth own. What though Thy might the flesh with awe instil? The spirit yearns to Thine all-gracious throne. Languages: English

THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW

Author: Valdimar Briem; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #18 (1913) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Oft in death's shadowy vale, like screen of night Lyrics: Oft in death's shadowy vale, like screen of night, Before life's Sun the driving cloud-mists blow; No way lies open to the halls of light, The passes stand deep blocked by drifted snow; Lord, ever let Thy heavens unclouded shine; Lighten Thy pilgrim's eyes with light divine. Oft in the narrow rock-girt paths of life, The weary will would fail, the strength would flee; I stagger weakened by the unceasing strife, Fainting I fall, unless Thou succour me: What time the o'erburdened spirit dreads defeat, O champion her, Thou heavenly Paraclete. Oft mid the noisy tumult of the world No more I hear the angels' healing song, Only the torrents' threatening roar, where hurled In rapids time's swift stream is borne along: Lord, o'er the surge of waters rude and wild, Grant me to hear Thy call, "My child! My child!" When o'er mine eyelids steals the long last sleep, Thy face's unveiled glory would I see; The weary flesh seeks rest in slumber deep, With might, O let my spirit strengthened be. Earth's voices fade; deep mid the peace of heaven, Speak, Lord, the assuring words, "Arise, forgiven!" Languages: English

The Land Beyond the Sea

Author: Valdimar Briem; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #19 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D First Line: I stand by the lonely breakers Lyrics: I stand by the lonely breakers And gaze o'er the misty sea, Which wrapt in the clouds of winter Is heaving sullenly: 'Tis a shore where gaunt Need reigneth, And Woe with her freezing breath; For the shore is the shore of the dying, And the sea is the sea of death. But far o'er the dim horizon There lieth a land that is fair; The sun with his gorgeous colours Is painting the cloud-banks there: There, robing the green hill-shoulders, The golden flowerets grow; And the fruit-trees' cloaks of blossom In the spicy breezes blow. Girt round with a mystic glory Fair palaces I behold, With many a sculptured pillar, With many a tower of gold; The hosts of the saved, resplendent In glistering white array, Mid rapture untold are thronging Those corridors of day. In silence I yearn as I listen To the far-off chime of bells: How nobly the voice of worship Through the heavenly Temple swells! I hark to the shout of the victors, I list to the angels' lays, As they sing to the Lord of Glory Grand anthems of endless praise. Speak! Is this a baseless fabric Reared high by the dreams of man? Nay! Nay! tis the fair fulfilment Of God's everlasting plan. Sure speaks the eternal promise, Sure works the almighty grace, Till the strife-men[3] of earth are marshalled Triumphant before God's face. Languages: English

THE DIVINE GUEST

Author: Valdimar Briem; Charles Venn Pilcher Hymnal: PPHI #20 (1913) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: O Thou who madest water wine Lyrics: O Thou who madest water wine At Cana's festal board, Remember me, great Guest Divine, And speak the mighty word; The sin that taints life's mingled cup Transform to Christian grace; And for just anger, Lord, lift up The shining of Thy face. Thy time, O Christ, is not yet come Heaven's rapture to bestow; But grant that, exiled here from home, My heart may thither go: The earth-renewing sunshine sleeps Till winter's storms be passed; And so Thy wisdom, Saviour, keeps The good wine till the last. If Thou should'st deign my guest to be, Full well may I rejoice; Each anxious festal want shall flee Thine all-creating voice. Come sup with me on earth, dear Lord, Where tears with gladness blend, That I may join Thy heavenly board In bliss that knows no end. Languages: English