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Our Light And Life

Author: Mrs. P. R. Gibson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10292 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 First Line: To follow where the Master leads Refrain First Line: Our fire by night, our cloud by day Lyrics: 1 To follow where the Master leads, How safe, secure and blest, And feel that all we have He gives, And all He sends is best! Refrain: Our fire by night, our cloud by day, Our light, our life, our truth, our way. 2 In swift obedience when His voice Makes known His gracious will; Whate’er it be, we will rejoice To know He leads us still. [Refrain] 3 When, by and by, death’s river crossed, And we have reached the strand; Upon that shore we’ll find our lost, And clasp our Savior’s hand. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: TUNIS

Angels Unawares

Author: Clara H. Thwaites Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11764 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 First Line: They come to us in simple guise Lyrics: 1 They come to us in simple guise, In common garb. In sooth They are not lovely in our eyes, Though fair in love and truth. We greet them coldly; after years We call them "Angels Unawares." 2 There is no halo round their brow, As pictured saint may bear; Nay, rather, sorrow marks them now With stain of grief or tear. And smiling satire scarcely spares These mournful "Angels Unawares." 3 They have no eloquence of speech For us, with fluent flow; And yet their lovely lives might reach The heights which angels know. We scarcely note the beauty theirs, Till lost—these "Angels Unawares." 4 Or some we scorn! How strange it is That looks should vex us thus! That we should spurn, because we miss Some manner dear to us! When Memory sings her tender airs She calls them "Angels Unawares." 5 We deem ’twere easier far of old Some sandaled saint to greet, On tented plain, when skies were gold, And orient airs were sweet. Saints meet us now ’mid thronging cares Pass on—are "Angels Unawares." 6 Sweet songs they sing, brave words they say, Unheeded though they be, Until, the singer caught away, We learn their mystery: Then, singing up the golden stairs, They beckon—"Angels Unawares." 7 O would we pause, with Christ-like grace, To aid our fellow-men, Be not too busy in life’s race To love as brethren: Across life’s waste would blow soft airs, While angels walk, not "Unawares." Languages: English Tune Title: SOLITUDE

Though Rude Winds Usher Thee, Sweet Day

Author: Samuel Rickards Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12495 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Though rude winds usher thee, sweet day, Though clouds thy face deform, Though nature’s grace be swept away Before thy sleety storm; E’en in thy sombrest wintry vest, Of blessèd days thou art most blest. 2 Not frigid air nor gloomy morn Shall check our jubilee; Bright is the day when Christ was born; No sun need shine, but He: Let roughest storms their coldest blow, With love of Him our hearts shall glow. 3 Inspired with high and holy thought, Fancy is on the wing; It seems as to mine ear it brought Those voices caroling, Voices through Heav’n and earth that ran, Glory to God, goodwill to man. 4 I see the shepherds gazing wild At those fair spirits of light; I see them bending o’er the Child With that untold delight Which marks the face who view Things but too happy to be true. 5 There in the lowly manger laid Incarnate God they see; He stoops to take through spotless maid Our frail humanity; Son of high God, creation’s heir, He leaves His Heaven to raise us here. 6 Through Him, O Lord, we’re born anew, Thy children once again, Oh, day by day, our hearts renew, That Thine we may remain, And, angel-like, may all agree, One sweet and holy family. 7 Oft as this joyous morn doth come To speak our Savior’s love, Oh, may it bear our spirits home Where He now reigns above; That day which brought Him from the skies So man restores to paradise. 8 Then let winds usher thee, sweet day, Let clouds thy face deform, Though nature’s grace is swept away Before thy sleety storm; E’en i thy sombrest wintry vest, Of blessèd days thou art most blest. Languages: English Tune Title: MEIRINGEN

Do Thou Direct Thy Chariot, Lord

Author: Ulrich Zwingli; Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12518 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Do Thou direct Thy chariot, Lord, And guide us at Thy will; Without Thy aid our strength is vain, And useless all our skill. Look down upon Thy saints below When prostrate laid beneath the foe. 2 Belovèd Shepherd, who hast saved Our souls from death and sin, Uplift Thy voice, awake Thy sheep, That slumbering lie within Thy fold; and curb, with Thy right hand, The rage of Satan’s furious band. 3 Send down Thy peace and banish strife, Let bitterness depart; Revive the spirit of Thy grace In each true Christian’s heart; Then shall Thy Church forever sing The praises of her heavenly king. Languages: English Tune Title: JÖNKÖPING

When Troubles, Like A Whelming Sea

Author: Harriet Auber Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13142 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: 1 When troubles, like a whelming sea, Their waves tumultuous roll, To God our Savior let us flee, He will their rage control: Why should our hearts give way to fear, With Christ, our refuge, ever near? 2 In vain against Thy chosen band Shall impious nations join; Upheld by Thee Thy church shall stand, Though earth with hell combine: No foes, no danger, shall she fear, For Christ, her refuge, still is near. 3 While guilt despairs in frantic tones, The faithful shall rejoice, And midst expiring nature’s groans Shall hear a Savior’s voice: "My people, cast away your fear: Behold, your refuge still is near." Languages: English Tune Title: WESSEX

The Christmas Chimes

Author: John C. Middleton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13231 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 First Line: The Christmas chimes are ringing in Lyrics: 1 The Christmas chimes are ringing in The day when Christ was born; And children’s voices, sweetly tuned, Welcome the blessèd morn With that first Christmas song again, "Glory to God, good will to men." 2 Judea’s hills, with glory crowned, Beheld the Prince of Peace; While angels of His advent sang In songs that ne’er shall cease; Each year resounds the chorus still, "Glory to God, good will to men." 3 Now wrapped in swathing bands behold The infant Savior lie; The wondering Mary at His side— Th’adoring shepherds by— And angels o’er them, singing still, "Glory to God, good will to men." 4 None others raise the joyful song From Jew or Gentile tongue! But now from eastern shore to west That Christmas song is sung, Which first swelled out o’er Judah’s plain, "Glory to God, good will to men." 5 The Church on earth and Church in Heav’n Today are truly one— There ransomed children’s voices rise In praises round the throne; And here we join the glad refrain "Glory to God, good will to men." 6 "Glory to God in sweetest songs!" Let children’s voices raise Th’angelic chorus, till the earth Be all enwrapped with praise, And every heart this anthem thrill, "Glory to God, good will to men." Languages: English Tune Title: MISQUAMICUT

The Darkness

Author: Matthew Bridges Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13841 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 First Line: O’er hill and vale and temple proud Lyrics: 1 O’er hill and vale and temple proud When Jesus died for man, There hung in air a sable shroud To mark the bitter ban— The ban of death on sinners laid, The dreadful debt Emmanuel paid! 2 Well might the sun of nature hide Its matchless lamp of light, And veil, while its Creator died, All radiancy in night: How could the smallest star illume The depth of such infernal gloom! 3 Oh! direful darkness—unalloyed, Of horror most profound— Emblem of what the cross destroyed And leveled with the ground; When, bursting through the reams of hell, It beamed with light ineffable! 4 Lord! by that darkness, from this soul All darkness roll away— Nor let a shade of sin control My progress t’wards the day: That day, with an unclouded sky, Of Heav’n—in full eternity! Languages: English Tune Title: MEIRINGEN

It Will Not Come

Author: Christopher Wordsworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14563 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 First Line: "It will not come, it will not come" Lyrics: 1 "It will not come, it will not come"; They reck not of the flood. And wherefore with such weary toil Build up that pile of wood? How should thine ark e’er reach the sea? How on this midland floated be? 2 The sea’s great gulfs are broken up; Heav’n’s windows opened are; For forty days the rain prevails; The mountains disappear. The faithless die; the ark, their scorn, Safe on the flood, their grave, is borne. 3 Lord, give us willing hearts to hear Not this world’s voice, but Thine, To fear Thy warnings, and to love Thy means of grace divine; Go in Thine ark, and there abide, Unscarred by wind and foaming tide. 4 So when another flood shall come— Not water, but of fire— When in the billowy surge of flame, All nature shall expire, We in Thy heav’nly ark may be, Anchored on Ararat with Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: MEIRINGEN

There Are A Myriad Means, O Lord

Author: Geoffrey Dearmer Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16220 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 First Line: There are a myriad means, O Lord Languages: English Tune Title: EMAIN MACHA