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Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #62 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold,
And, ’mid the glory that like sunset dies,
Fair to the sight the wondrous bliss unfold
That lives in beauty under cloudless skies.
II
And let our ears the things unuttered hear,
That silent voices to the soul can tell;
That heart can whisper when a heart is near
Of love that scorns in uttered tones to dwell.
III
Teach us to know that things unseen are real,
That earth no bloom of fadeless beauty gives,
That far beyond the things that sense can feel,
The joy of being, and of having, lives.
IV
Lord Who hast risen, nor left the world behind,
Daily incline our sense-bound souls to soar,
Till ’mong the things all hidden we may find
Possessions that abide for evermore.
Languages: English
Lord, let our eyes the things unseen behold
The Friendship of the Lord
Hymnal: The Psalter #62 (1912) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Aspirations For Holiness First Line: The man that fears the Lord Lyrics: 1 The man that fears the Lord
God's way shall understand;
His soul shall ever dwell at ease,
His children rule the land.
2 The friendship of the Lord
Is ever with His own,
And unto those that fear His Name
His faithfulness is shown.
3 My eyes are evermore
Tow'rd Thee, O Lord, Whose care
Shall surely save my heedless feet
From ev'ry hidden snare.
4 O turn to me Thy face,
To me Thy mercy show,
For I am very desolate
And brought exceeding low. Scripture: Psalm 25 Languages: English Tune Title: THATCHER
The Friendship of the Lord
Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #63 (1911) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing,
And let their tones responsive echoes call,—
There’s more to cheer us than our senses bring,
And sweeter anthems than from mortals fall.
II
Saints in the land where sin is all unknown,
Where care nor sorrow can the light subdue,
Dwell in the glory of the heavenly throne,
And voice new praise, for wonders ever new.
III
Wake to their praise, and let us blend with theirs
Songs that shall travel to a fairer clime;
Glad as the morn, and hallowed by our prayers,
Offerings of duty from the realm of time.
VI
One, we are one with victors gone before;
Songs that are ours, were theirs when in the strife;
Theirs shall be ours when, all our striving o’er,
Christ gives us entrance to immortal life.
Languages: English
Wake to the songs that lips unsullied sing
Bring to the Christ your fears
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #64 (1911) Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Bring to the Christ your fears,
And tell your sorrows there,
The faintest cry he hears,
And every faltering prayer;
He knows your weight of woe,
Who dwelt with us below.
II
With thought of sin opprest,
Does conscience smite thee sore?
There is a place of rest,
Where sin afflicts no more;
See, where the blood was spilt,
The cross hath borne thy guilt.
III
Think you of former bliss,
Of happier, sunnier hours,
When fragrant joys you miss,
Bestrewed your path like flowers?
With Christ more joys abound,
Than can on earth be found.
IV
Mourn you a heart estranged,
Once kind, but now grown cold?
A happy friendship changed,
Now that the years are old?
There is a Friend above,
And His, a lasting love.
V
Is there an empty room
Where silence broods alone,
All curtained round with gloom,
Where once the sunlight shone?
Hearts that are linked below,
In Christ no parting know.
VI
Bring then to Christ your fears,
And tell your sorrows there,
The faintest cry He hears,
And every faltering prayer;
He knows your weight of woe,
Who dwelt with us below.
Languages: English
Bring to the Christ your fears
Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #65 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul,
And bid its doubting cease,
Speak to the crested waves that roll,
To sink in quiet peace;
And bring me to a place of rest,
A haven calm and still,
Where every soul by sin distressed,
May dwell secure from ill.
II
Ah! Thou wert once, my Blessed Lord,
By surging waters pressed,
But Thou didst speak th’ almighty word
And laidst them still at rest;
And ’gainst Thy soul the wrath of sin
Its tempest fury cast,
But Thou didst stand, serene within,
Till all the storm had passed.
III
O Christ, the hiding-place of those
Who face the blinding blast,
And battle with a myriad woes
That sweep in fury past;
Be Thou my comfort and defence,
While storm fiends wildly cry,—
My star of hope when night is dense,
And dangers round me lie.
Languages: English
Lord, soothe my anxious, troubled soul
The Riches of God's Goodness
Hymnal: Bible Songs #65 (1901) Topics: Aspirations For Peace and Rest First Line: How great the goodness thou hast stored Scripture: Psalm 31 Languages: English Tune Title: [How great the goodness thou hast stored]
The Riches of God's Goodness
Surpassing great the gift of God
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #66 (1911) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
Surpassing great the gift of God
To erring mortals given,
A way that, from their dark abode,
Leads to the light of heaven.
II
O Christ Who art the living way,
Plant Thou my feet therein,
And lead me lest I go astray
In luring paths of sin.
III
Too long I’ve found a sad delight
In wandering from Thy care,
Nor feared the sudden fall of night,
The darkness, and the snare.
IV
O Jesus Christ, to Thee my soul
In conscious weakness clings;
Teach me to seek the kind control
That peace and safety brings.
V
And lead me upwards day by day,
Till, night and danger past,
I reach by Thee the living way,
The Father’s house at last.
Languages: English
Surpassing great the gift of God
My hope is firmly set
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #67 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.8.6 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
My hope is firmly set
On Him Whose truth abides;
The lights of earth may fade and die,
The hopes of earth despairing fly,—
No fear my heart betides.
II
My love its ardour finds
In Him Whose love is strong,
Who bought me with a price untold,
More than of silver or of gold,
And fills my heart with song.
III
My peace its calm attains
In Him Whose power defends;
My foes may sound a loud alarm,
I trust securely in the arm
He for my succour lends.
IV
My joy its gladness sings
In notes His voice awakes,—
A joy no effort can attain,
That thrills alike in loss and gain,
And when the world forsakes.
V
Thou Christ art all I need,
Of all my bliss the spring;
More fulness in Thy grace is found,
Than when the corn and wine abound,
And all the world can bring.
Languages: English
My hope is firmly set
The time is drawing near
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #68 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
The time is drawing near,
It cannot tarry long,
When they who face the conflict here,
Shall join the glorious throng,
Where gladness fills each heart,
And honour crowns each brow;—
For tireless service fit me, Lord,
By willing service now.
II
Let no depressing thought
My brooding mind depress;
But let me hear, in winning tones,
What they who serve possess,
Where gladness fills each heart, etc.
III
Let sunshine flood the soul,
When threatening night descends,
That I may see the light serene
No sunset ever ends.
Where gladness fills each heart, etc.
IV
Let strength my spirit nerve,
That, with each labour done,
I may, like those who serve above,
See some new task begun;
Where gladness fills each heart, etc.
V
The time is drawing near,—
Till that bright morning break,
May I, with those who see Thy face,
Thy will, my pleasure make:
Where gladness fills each heart, etc.
Languages: English
The time is drawing near
I will not yield my sword
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #69 (1911) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Aspirations Lyrics:
I
I will not yield my sword,
I will not bow the knee,
But I would hear the blessed word
That calls my soul to Thee;
And through the din of war,
And in the midst of strife,
That word shall be the guiding star
To lead me on to life.
II
And in the midst of snares
Which subtle fingers lay,
I shall not stumble unawares
Upon the upward way;
But keep before my eyes
The goal before me set,
Lest I should miss the glorious prize
Which loyal victors get.
III
O Christ, Who art my King,
Thy cause I make mine own,
Till proud rebellious foes shall bring
Their homage to Thy throne;
Till then my heart revive
With courage brave and strong,
And steel my feeble arm to strive
Against the power of wrong.
IV
When from the fateful field
I hail my rightful King,
To Him my trusty sword I’ll yield,
And all my trophies bring;
And He shall crown my head
With honours richer far
Than trophies from the conquered dead,
And all the spoils of war.
Languages: English
I will not yield my sword
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