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To Thee my soul enraptured sings

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I To Thee my soul enraptured sings, O Thou, Immortal King of kings Enthroned where glory shines; The garland of the praises sweet, That I would offer at Thy feet, My grateful heart entwines. II More rare Thy beauty than the best By highest heaven or earth possessed; More radiant than the sun, The glory shining from Thy face That fills with light the holy place, O Thou Immortal One! III Greater Thy might than lord of war,— Thy vast dominions stretch afar Beyond a kingly sway; Thy hand upholds the earth and sea, And heaven, and all that therein be, Thy wise decrees obey. IV But not by rule of power alone Are subjects loyal to Thy throne, Thy love their fealty wins,— A love that, by its winning grace Allured our fallen, guilty race From their rebellious sins. V Lord, by Thy cross that won my soul, From bondage to benign control, My every power possess; That, daily, I my cross may bear, And find, to serve Thee everywhere, Is praising Thee the best. VI To Thee my soul enraptured sings, O Thou Immortal King of kings, But I would join the song, Of myriad souls in realms of light, Who praise their King by day and night, Through all the ages long. Topics: Aspirations

Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation

Author: Bishop Nektarios; John Brownlie Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: I Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation Links my nature to Thine own; By Thy sore Humiliation, I am lifted to Thy throne; By Thy suffering Thou hast fired me With a zeal to sacrifice, And to noble life inspired me,— Hence my grateful songs arise. II Word of God! Thy Crucifixion Hath upraised me from the earth; By Thy death and dereliction, Thou hast given me nobler birth; By Thy Resurrection glorious, Life immortal now I own,— Hence ascend my songs victorious To Thy praise, O Christ the Son. III By Thy hand at the creation, Thou didst form me from the ground, And, to mark my kingly station, With Thine image I was crowned; And that hand, when pierced and bleeding, Raised me from corruption’s mire, And, though all this love unheeding, Decked me with divine attire. IV Thou who gav’st my soul its being, Breathing in me life divine, Didst, by Thine all-wise decreeing, Unto death Thy life resign; And from death my soul defending, Thou didst sojourn with the dead, That Thou mightst, my fetters rending, Raise me up, Thou Glorious Head! V Shame be on your heads abiding, Disobedient people now, Who to death, and vile deriding, Caused the Word of God to bow! Shame! for death, nor powers infernal, Nor the dark of hades’ gloom, Could retain the King Eternal In the bondage of the tomb.

Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere

Author: Bishop Nektarios; John Brownlie Meter: 10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere, And with pure minds, your Lord adore with fear. II Lo, to the Jordan on this sacred day, The Bridegroom from His chamber took His way. III Jordan affrighted, on its course was stayed; The Baptist heard His voice and was dismayed. IV “How can I hold that sacred Head of Thine, O Word of God, Immortal, and Divine?” V Then, from the Father, in the heaven above, The Holy Ghost descended as a Dove. VI While on the Christ the dove-like form abode, And Jordan’s parted waters o’er Him flowed. VII “This is my Son,” the Father spake from heaven, “Who, for the lost of Adam’s race was given.” VIII Illumine us, we sing, O Christ the Lord, Glory to Thee, O Thou Incarnate Word!

My God, shall sin its power maintain

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal 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

Hark! upon the morning breezes

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals 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.

Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.4 Appears in 3 hymnals 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.

Hail to the King, Who comes in weakness now

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.4 Appears in 3 hymnals 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!

Ye saints exult with cheerful song

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

He came because the Father willed

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

Now the King Immortal

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.5.7.7.5 Appears in 2 hymnals 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.