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O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head
Author: Anne R. Cousin, 1824-1906 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4766 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.
A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.
2. Death and the curse were in our cup:
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee;
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
’Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup, love drank it up;
Now blessing’s draught for me.
3. Jehovah lifted up His rod;
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God;
There’s not one stroke for me.
Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me.
4. The tempest’s awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.
5. Jehovah bade His sword awake;
O Christ, it woke ’gainst Thee!
Thy blood the flaming blade must slake;
Thine heart its sheath must be;
All for my sake, my peace to make;
Now sleeps that sword for me.
6. For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee!
Thou’rt ris’n—my hands are all untied,
And now Thou liv’st in me.
When purified, made white and tried,
Thy glory then for me! Languages: English Tune Title: SUBSTITUTION
O Christ, What Burdens Bowed Thy Head
哦，主，甚麼使祢頭垂？ (O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head)
Hymnal: Small Church Music #4936 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Languages: Chinese Tune Title: SUBSTITUTION
哦，主，甚麼使祢頭垂？ (O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head)
O Holy City, Seen of John
Author: Walter R. Bowie Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4979 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. O holy city, seen of John,
Where Christ the Lamb, doth reign,
Within whose foursquare walls shall come
No night, nor need, nor pain,
And where the tears are wiped from eyes
That shall not weep again.
2. Hark, how from men whose lives are held
More cheap than merchandise,
From women struggling sore for bread,
From little children’s cries,
There swells the sobbing human plaint
That bids thy walls arise.
3. O shame to us who rest content
While lust and greed for gain
In street and shop and tenement
Wring gold from human pain,
And bitter lips in blind despair
Cry Christ hath died in vain!
4. Give us, O God, the strength to build
The city that hath stood
Too long a dream, whose laws are love,
Whose crown is servanthood,
And where the sun that shineth is
God’s grace for human good.
5. Already in the mind of God
That city riseth fair:
Lo, how its splendor challenges
The souls that greatly dare;
Yea, bids us seize the whole of life
And build its glory there. Languages: English Tune Title: MORWELLHAM
O Holy City, Seen of John
O, in the Morn of Life
Author: Thomas Blacklock Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5001 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 First Line: O, in the morn of life, when youth Lyrics: 1. O, in the morn of life, when youth
With vital ardor glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms
That beauty can disclose;
And shines in all the fairest charms
That beauty can disclose.
2. Deep in thy soul before its powers
Are yet by vice enslaved,
Be thy Creator’s glorious name
And character engraved;
Be thy Creator’s glorious name
And character engraved.
3. Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud
The sunshine of thy days;
And cares and toils in endless round
Encompass all thy ways;
And cares and toils in endless round
Encompass all thy ways.
4. Ere yet the heart the woes of age,
With vain regret deplore,
And sadly muse on former joys
That now return no more;
And sadly muse on former joys
That now return no more. Languages: English Tune Title: YOUTHFUL GLORY
O, in the Morn of Life
The Prodigal Son (Guild)
Author: Marion P. Guild Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5681 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 First Line: Here feast I at my Father's board Lyrics: 1. Here feast I at my Father’s board
Who starved among the swine;
For me must every foot be fleet
And every lamp must shine;
For me the merry music sounds,
The dancers dip and twine.
2. My heart beats fast against my robe,
The best robe, soft and red;
With sobbing breath and tightening throat
And tears in rapture shed,
I feel His ring upon my hand,
His blessings on my head.
3. Ah, bitter was the way, and oft
My blood my path would trace;
And guilt and grief and stabbing shame
With all my steps kept pace;
And yet I famished not for bread
So sore as for His face.
4. The road seemed endless. On I fared,
Wresting each mile from death;
Then such an awe upon me fell
I scarce could draw my breath;
My spirit felt His coming as
Of one that succoreth.
5. Blind, fainting, to His mighty breast
He caught and held me fast;
I knew the fortress of His arms
About my weakness cast;
And, when He kissed my traitor cheek,
I guessed His heart at last.
6. The piteous words I oft had conned
I trembling strove to say;
But sudden glory round me poured
A brighter, richer day.
In wonderment I lifted up
My head that drooping lay.
7. The glory streamed from out His eyes,
As from all Beauty’s throne.
O depths of love unthinkable
That in that splendor shone!
O pain of love that travaileth
And bleedeth for its own.
8. O gleam of wisdom hoar with eld
Ere sang the stars of morn!
O shifting, blending, dazzling lights
That thrilled my hope forlorn
To undreamed miracles of joy
And surge of life reborn!
9. He brought me home, and here I sit,
Even in my boyhood’s place;
And on my very soul is stamped
Each largess of His grace;
But still transfiguring all I see
That radiance of His face! Languages: English Tune Title: SHELTERED DALE
The Prodigal Son (Guild)
A Song of Spring Once More We Sing
Author: William H. Groser Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6218 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. A song of spring once more we sing
As winter flies away,
And changeful hours bring sun and showers
To weave a crown for May;
With heart and voice we all rejoice,
On this returning day.
2. For once again the promise-strain
Floats down from days of yore,
That fruits of earth shall wake to birth,
To bless the toiler’s store;
Each annual round with bounties crowned,
Till time shall be no more.
3. Thee, Lord, we praise for springtide days,
And life’s yet fairer spring;
These golden hours, these opening powers,
We in glad service bring,
Thine own to be, from sin set free,
Our Father, Savior, King. Languages: English Tune Title: ARABIA (Wilson)
A Song of Spring Once More We Sing
Out From The Rising Of The Sun
Author: John Brownlie; Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8787 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Out from the rising of the sun,
O’er tracts of desert wild,
The Magi came on journey lone,
To seek the heaven-born Child;
The star o’erhead their footsteps led,
And hope their way beguiled.
2 They bore Him costly gifts of gold,
And myrrh and spices sweet:
"For He is King," they had been told,
Whom they would meekly greet;
And they would go, in reverence low,
And worship at His feet.
3 O humble Child, in manger laid!
The wise beheld Thee there,
And reverently their homage paid,
And gave their offerings rare.
Their quest was found, and to the ground
They bowed the head in prayer.
4 O Jesu, who in manger lay,
The Son of God most high,
Let me my humble homage pay,
And bring my offerings nigh.
And humbly greet Thee at Thy feet,
And low in worship lie. Languages: English Tune Title: CONSOLATION (ULSTER)
Out From The Rising Of The Sun
Our Hymn Of Thanks We Sing Today
Author: Solomon S. Allsop Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9106 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Our hymn of thanks we sing today;
Our hearts and voices raise,
To Him who, with a Father’s love,
Has guided all our ways:
The mercies of another year
Demand our grateful praise.
2 Jesus, accept the thanks we bring,
Unworthy though they be;
Thou didst of old let children sing
Hosannas unto Thee.
We too present our offering,
And join their harmony.
3 Throughout the year we have been blest
With lessons from Thy word,
From teachers dear, who never tire
In working for their Lord,
Our minds to train, our souls to win:
O give them their reward.
4 May we still love the Sunday School;
Still love Thy word and ways;
And wise unto salvation grow,
In these our youthful days;
Then join the blessèd band above,
Who ever sing Thy praise.
5 Lord, smile upon the friends who come
To aid this work of love;
Their offerings graciously accept;
Thy blessing may they prove
A hundred fold—and may we meet
Teachers and friends above. Languages: English Tune Title: MORWELHAM
Our Hymn Of Thanks We Sing Today
The Potter And The Clay
Author: Mary E. Maxwell Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10051 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 First Line: As clay within the potter’s hand Lyrics: 1 As clay within the potter’s hand,
Responsive to his will,
So let us be, and in us, Lord,
Thy purposes fulfill;
Made willing in Thy day of power,
Each restless spirit still.
2 Lord, make this place Thy potter’s house,
Where Thou shalt have Thy way,
To mold and fashion as Thou wilt,
Upon Thy wheel today;
Cleansing from sin’s impurity,
Make pliant as the clay.
3 Thou hast a purpose in each life,
Thou hast Thine own great plan;
Thou seest possibilities,
Unseen by us in man;
And where man says, "Impossible,"
Thy love has said, "I can."
4 Dear Lord, too oft we’ve hindered Thee
And would not passive lie,
And let Thee work Thy work in us,
Thy name to glorify;
Now with desire "Thy will be done,"
Our longing spirits cry. Languages: English Tune Title: SALINAS
The Potter And The Clay
All Hail, Thou Night, Than Day More Bright
Author: Marc Antoine Muretus; William J. Blew Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10698 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 All hail, thou night, than day more bright,
Through whose mysterious shade,
In wondrous birth, arose on earth,
From bosom of pure maid,
The Sun new-born, a Star of morn,
Filling all the world with light!
2 He who alone, from Heaven’s high throne,
Rules all, and doth restore
To God’s embrace man’s fallen race,
Lies on a cottage floor,
Like Him that we, save poverty,
Have naught to call our own.
3 While o’er their sheep close watch they keep,
Those shepherds first receive
The heav’nly call, that doth to all
Great joy and gladness give—
The call from Heav’n to watchmen giv’n
That wake and never sleep.
Languages: English Tune Title: MORWELLHAM
All Hail, Thou Night, Than Day More Bright
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