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The wealth of high estate
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #37 (1907) Meter: 6.6.6.8.8 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
The wealth of high estate,
The silver and the gold,
The glory of the great,
The wisdom of the old,—
Death seizes all, they pass away,
For all on earth is vanity.
II
Why seek the vain that dies?
The life begirt by death?
The fame, the power that flies
With the expiring breath?
The good that carries ill besides,
And for a fleeting hour abides?
III
Are there no gains that last,
To bless the soul for aye,
When passing things are past,
And things of earth decay?
Are there no joys that linger long
In sweetness, like a heavenly song?
IV
Arise, my soul, arise!
The husks of time disdain,
And wing thee to the skies,
Where there is lasting gain;
Where moth nor rust can mock thy toil,
Nor subtle thief break through to spoil.
V
O Christ, for Thee we long,
’Tis Thee our spirits need;
They only life prolong
Who on Thy bounties feed;
And they have wealth, and high estate,
And endless bliss who on Thee wait.
Languages: English
The wealth of high estate
I lift my hands, and with my heart
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #38 (1907) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
I lift my hands, and with my heart,
My prayer ascends to Thee;
In mercy take a sinner’s part,
Lord, send Thy help to me.
II
Lo! in the mire of sin I lie,
My raiment all defiled;
O come and set me up on high,
And save Thy fallen child.
III
I cannot cleanse the filthy stains,—
I can but mourn and sigh;
Do what I may, the guilt remains,
I fail oft’ as I try.
IV
In mercy, Lord, Thy mercy send,
For merciful art Thou;
And prove Thyself the sinner’s Friend,—
O come and help me now.
V
And let my life be ordered quite,
As Thou wouldst have it be;
When I am wrong, O set me right,—
Lord, come and succour me.
VI
And hold me up, lest to the mire
Of sin my soul return;
O let Thy love my spirit fire,
And base affections burn.
VII
And glory to my God I’ll give,
And glory to the Son,
And to the Spirit while I live,
Great, Blessed, Three in One.
Languages: English
I lift my hands, and with my heart
Arise, my soul, and gaily sing
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #39 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Arise, my soul, and gaily sing
The praise of thine Immortal King;
The heavens His matchless power adore,—
Awake, and sing for evermore.
II
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.
III
But falls the twilight o’er our heads,
And night its sable curtain spreads;
For all His kingly words obey,—
The dark of night, the light of day.
IV
O heavenly King, in every soul,
The darkness of our night control;
And ’mid the blackness of that night,
Speak Thou the word, “Let there be light.”
V
And as the morn from darkness springs,
To speed to earth on silent wings,
A dawn more glorious shall awake,
And bright upon our spirits break.
VI
O Sun of Righteousness, arise,
And fill our souls with glad surprise;
Nor into dark of night decline,
But aye at noontide brightly shine.
VII
All glory to the God of Might,
And to the Son, the Light of light;
And to the Spirit, Three in One,
Eternal while the ages run.
Languages: English
Arise, my soul, and gaily sing
The King shall come when morning dawns
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #40 (1907) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light triumphant breaks;
When beauty gilds the eastern hills,
And life to joy awakes.
II
Not as of old, a little child
To bear, and fight, and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun,
That lights that morning sky.
III
O, brighter than the rising morn,
When He, victorious rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes;—
IV
O, brighter than that glorious morn,
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
And we His face shall see.
V
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.
VI
And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.
VII
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
The King shall come when morning dawns
Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #41 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
And I am needy, poor, and blind,
And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
Enrich me daily, more and more.
II
I have no food my soul to feed,
Be Thou my Bread of Life indeed;
My parchèd spirit sighs, O give
The stream of Life that I may live.
III
My filthy raiment I disown,
Clothe with Thy righteousness alone,
And I shall walk approved by Thee,
Clad in Thy robe of purity.
IV
I have no strength; in evil hour
I fall beneath temptation’s power;
Be Thou my strength, and I shall stand
Upheld by Thine outstretched hand.
V
I cannot see the path to tread,
And blindly by my sins am led;
Come to my blindness, give me sight
That I may shape my course aright.
VI
I cannot live if Thou deny
The prayer uplifted with my cry;
I cannot die,—in mercy give
Thy grace, that I may die or live.
VII
Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
And I am needy, poor, and blind;
And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
Enrich me daily, more and more.
Languages: English
Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind
Because Thy mercy is so great
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #42 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Because Thy mercy is so great,
Lord, think upon my needy state,
And deign to give the help I need,—
The Bread of Life my soul to feed.
II
They cannot live whose souls are fed
On what this foolish world calls bread;
For lack of food the spirit sighs,
And, weak and weary, faints and dies.
III
O may the hidden manna give
The strength I need that I may live;
And may that life be spent for Thee
Who came and lived on earth for me.
IV
O Jesus Christ, the living Bread,
Now at the table Thou hast spread,
Think of me in my utmost need,
And let me on Thy bounties feed.
Languages: English
Because Thy mercy is so great
Love for God's Word
Hymnal: The Psalter #42 (1912) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Aspirations For Holiness First Line: Most perfect is the law of God Refrain First Line: O how love I Thy law! Lyrics: 1 Most perfect is the law of God,
Restoring those that stray;
His testimony is most sure,
Proclaiming wisdom's way.
Refrain:
O how love I Thy law!
O how love I Thy law!
It is my meditation all the day.
O how love I Thy law!
O how love I Thy law!
It is my meditation all the day. (all the day)
2 The precepts of the Lord are right;
With joy they fill the heart;
The Lord's commandments all are pure,
And clearest light impart. (Refrain)
3 The fear of God is undefiled
And ever shall endure;
The statutes of the Lord are truth
And righteousness most pure. (Refrain)
4 They warn from ways of wickedness
Displeasing to the Lord,
And in the keeping of His Word
There is a great reward. (Refrain) Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English Tune Title: KINSMAN
Love for God's Word
I cannot lift mine eyes
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #43 (1907) Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
I cannot lift mine eyes,
For, O, my sin is great,—
High as the hills that rise
Up, up to heaven’s gate,—
I cannot lift mine eyes,
So great my sin, so great.
II
But I would smite my breast,
And bow me at the Cross,
And well He knows the rest,
My pain, my grief, my loss;—
Yea, I would smite my breast,
And bow me at His Cross.
III
Mayhap when I have told
The burden of my sin,
He’ll make my spirit bold,
And speak, and soothe, and win;—
All this when I have told
The burden of my sin.
IV
Then shall I lift mine eyes,
And see the sin removed,
And in the radiant skies
Behold the Well Beloved;—
Then shall I lift mine eyes,
And see my sin removed.
Languages: English
I cannot lift mine eyes
When at Thy feet, oppressed
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #44 (1907) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
When at Thy feet, oppressed,
The burdened sinner falls,
And, woeful and distressed,
Upon Thy mercy calls,—
O hear the penitential prayer,
Forgive the burdened sinner there.
II
Did’st Thou not send the Son,
To shew the Father’s grace,
To bid a world undone
Arise and seek His face?
And wilt Thou not in mercy say,
“Thy many sins I take away”?
III
Yea, Thou wilt not despise
The soul’s uplifted prayer;
Nor when our hopes arise,
Plunge us in deep despair;
But wilt forgive the evil done,
Through Christ the Well Beloved Son.
IV
O Jesus Christ, by Thee
The Father’s grace is found,
And pardon full, and we
With every good abound,—
We see Thee nailed upon the tree,
And know all blessing comes from Thee.
Languages: English
When at Thy feet, oppressed
Because I was brought low
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #45 (1907) Meter: 6.6.6.6 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Because I was brought low,
And sin had triumphed quite,
Thou God, all good, didst bow,
And seek me in the night.
II
And Thou didst lift me up,
For Thou wert lifted high,
When on the Cross Thou gav’st
Thyself for man to die.
III
Thou Life, Immortal Life!
O, full of sympathy!
Clothed with my flesh Thou cam’st
From Thy felicity.
IV
To burst our mortal bands,
And vanquish in the strife,
And dead, from death arise,
Crowned with immortal life.
V
To Father and to Son,
To Thee, blest Spirit, praise,
Here on the earth, and there
Where live the endless days.
Languages: English
Because I was brought low
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