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Wave, wave your banners high

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #111a (1920) Meter: 6.6.8.6.8.8 Lyrics: Wave, wave your banners high, The day of strife is done, On blood-red field the foemen lie, And victory is won; The march, the toil, the fight are o'er, Now sheathe the sword for evermore. Ah, long the strife endured, And hard the foemen pressed, But now the garland is secured, And weary warriors rest; Now hear your Captain's voice, "Well done," And take the prize your valour won. O peace, when strife is past, O rest, when toil is o'er, O City of the King, at last, And bliss for evermore; Now to the footstool of the King, Your spoils of war and triumphs bring. Languages: English

Arise, my soul, and gaily sing

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #111b (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Arise, my soul, and gaily sing The praise of Thine immortal King; The heavens His matchless power adore,-- Arise, and sing for evermore. The morning dawns at His command, And lights the world o'er sea and land; And upwards, see, the sun arise To shed its glories from the skies. 112 And falls the twilight o'er our heads, When night its sable curtain spreads, For all His Kingly words obey,-- The dark of night, the light of day. O, heavenly King, in every soul The darkness of our night control, And in the blackness of that night, Speak Thou the word "Let there be light." And as the morn from darkness springs, And speeds to earth on silent wings, A dawn more glorious shall awake, And bright upon our spirits break. O, Sun of Righteousness, arise! And fill our souls with glad surprise, Nor into dark of night decline, But aye at noon-tide brightly shine. Languages: English

Watchers, let your lights be burning

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #112 (1920) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Lyrics: Watchers, let your lights be burning, Soon the Bridegroom will be here; List! the footsteps now returning, Rise to greet Him, He is near; See your lamps are trimmed and burning, For the Lord at His returning. 113 Wake, awake, no time for sleeping, Though the midnight hour be dark; Faithfully your vigil keeping, You shall greet Him;--watchers, hark! Footsteps tell your Lord's returning, See your lamps are trimmed and burning. Ah, the shame when He appeareth,-- Sleeping watchers, flickering light; Ah, the sorrow when He neareth, In the middle of the night;-- Drowsy, in the dark reclining, While a myriad lamps are shining. Ah, my soul, bestir, awake thee, Day is passing, soon 'tis night; If the midnight hour o'ertake thee, Will thy lamp send forth its light? Wake, awake, thy Lord returneth, See thy lamp is trimmed, and burneth. Languages: English

The King shall come when morning dawns

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #113 (1920) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: The King shall come when morning dawns, And light triumphant breaks; When beauty gilds the eastern hills, And life to beauty breaks. Not as of old, a little child To bear, and fight, and die, 114 But crowned with glory like the sun, That lights the morning sky. O, brighter than the rising morn, When He victorious rose, And left the lonesome place of death, Despite the rage of foes;-- O, brighter than that glorious morn, Shall this fair morning be, When Christ, our King, in beauty comes, And we His face shall see. The King shall come when morning dawns, And earth's dark night is past;-- O, haste the rising of that morn, That day that aye shall last. And let the endless bliss begin, By weary saints foretold, When right shall triumph over wrong, And truth shall be extolled. The King shall come when morning dawns, And light and beauty brings;-- Hail! Christ the Lord; Thy people pray, "Come quickly, King of kings." Languages: English

A halo rests upon Thy brow

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #115 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: A halo rests upon Thy brow, O Saviour of the sons of men; For Thou art crowned a Victor now;-- But Thou wilt come to us again. Thou hast a thought for those who tread The steeps of life, and often fail[ The weak in faith lift up the head, And in Thy strength, O Christ, prevail. Thou art not far removed from those, That yearn for Thee, and seek Thy grace; Who in Thy tender love repose, May hear Thy voice, and see Thy face;-- And know the love that giveth rest, And share its strength, and feel its glow; As he who leaned upon Thy breast, When Thou wert with us, long ago. But hearts are sad, and lives are lone, They long for Thee, who love Thee most; Even when Thy promised Gift they own,-- The comfort of the Holy Ghost. Thou art our Faith, our Hope, our Love, O Lover of the souls of men; Bow down Thy heavens, and from above, Come, Blessed Lord, to us again. Languages: English

Behold the Bridegroom! Hark the cry

Author: John Brownlie; Methodius Hymnal: BHRC #116 (1920) Meter: 8.8.6.6.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Behold the Bridegroom! Hark the cry, The dead awaking, rends the sky! Go, virgins, He is near, Your lamps all burning clear; He enters where the rising light Asunder bursts the gates of night. In holy garb, with lamp aglow, To meet the Bridegroom forth I go. The smiles of earth that turn to tears, Its empty joys and foolish fears I leave, for Thou dost call,-- Thou art my Life, my All; I would Thy beauty ever see, Then let me, Blessed, cling to Thee. In holy garb, with lamp aglow, To meet the Bridegroom forth I go. For Thee I leave the world behind,-- Thou art my Bliss, O Bridegroom kind; My beauty's not mine own-- 'Tis Thine, O Christ, alone; The bridal chamber I would see, In perfect happiness to be. In holy garb, with lamp aglow, To meet the Bridegroom forth I go. 117 O God, exalted on Thy throne, Who dwell'st in purity unknown, Lo, now we humbly wait, Throw wide the heavenly gate, And with the Bridegroom, of Thy grace, Give us at Thy right hand a place. In holy garb, with lamp aglow, To meet the Bridegroom forth I go. Languages: English

Awake, my soul, bestir thee, for the hour is drawing nigh

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #117 (1920) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: Awake, my soul, bestir thee, for the hour is drawing nigh, When the trump of God shall blazon from the silence of the sky, And He shall come a second time, Who came at first to die. It may be in the morning, when the hills are bathed in light, Or at the hour of noontide, when the sun is at his height; But it may be in the darkness, in the middle of the night. Be sure the hour is coming, and repenting seek His face, For He Who comes to judge the world, is still the Lord of grace, His throne shall be a Mercy seat, His love a hiding place. 118 O Christ, in mercy save us, ere that day of dread appear, When sinners from Thy judgement seat their awful doom shall bear; Awake, my soul, bestir thee, for the time is drawing near. Languages: English

The time is drawing nigh

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #118 (1920) Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Lyrics: The time is drawing nigh, Even now the day is near, When Christ from heaven high To judgement shall appear; Keep watch, my soul, in fear, The Judge of men is near. Then kings and princes great, The rich and poor shall meet; And high and low estate Shall gather round His feet; Keep watch, my soul, in fear, The Judge of men is near. No crafty words shall mar, Nor sophistry distract; No parrying counsel jar With the eternal fact; Keep watch, my soul, in fear, The Judge of men is near. 119 O Christ, in mercy then, Forbid my soul should go With lost and ruined men, Down to the place of woe; Keep watch, my soul, in fear, The Judge of men is near. Languages: English