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When on the mount the Lord appeared

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

Behold, the King of Zion rides

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 2 hymnals 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.

Waving in the autumn breeze

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal 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

When in the clouds of heaven

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

Thou dost not pass a lonesome way

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal 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

The man who erring counsel shuns

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal 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

Lord, a band of foes increasing

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.7.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal 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

Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal 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

From the hills the light is streaming

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.5.8.5 Appears in 2 hymnals 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.

The day declines to night

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals 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.