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Daughter of Zion, from the dust

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #241 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Daughter of Zion, from the dust, Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust, He calls thee from the dead. Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the South,--"Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O North!" They come, they come;--thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard Thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. Thus, though the universe shall burn, And God his works destroy, With songs the ransom'd shall return, And everlasting joy. Topics: Israel, restoration of Languages: English

Strangers, whence came ye to the West

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #242 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Strangers, whence came ye to the West; Are ye the offspring of the sun, That from his rising to his rest, Through every clime he shines on, run? So bright of eye, so dark of hue, Surely your sire hath look'd on you. Of higher lineage than the sun, (But where our birthplace none can show,) His track in heaven, on earth we run, From where the waves of Ganges flow, Or Nile's mysterious waters well From Afric's heart, unsearchable. Strangers and pilgrims everywhere, In exile through the world we roam, Yet catch no breath of natal air, Yet find no place that once was home; We meet no form to ours akin, No door to welcome us within. Our fathers came not on the wing, Like swallows in their annual round, Nor did their field-born households spring Like flowers in April, from the ground; Although, like flowers, or swallows led, They might have risen from the dead:-- 243 So simultaneously appear'd Through many a land, a race, that sought Not gold or conquest,--Hoped nor fear'd, Weapon nor merchandise they brought; But, where sweet spots of way-side green Gave sun and shade, their tents were seen. Ages since then are worn away, And we, instinctively estranged, From those with whom we dwell,--as they That went before, remain unchanged; Subtle though sinful, wild yet tame, Looks, language, manners, minds, the same. But must we so be born and die? Must all our generations pass Like clouds that vanish through the sky? And single lives, like blades of grass At day-break green, with dew-drops fed, Ere noon be shorn, by night-fall dead? Strangers, we hail you to the west, Nameless no more, nor hopeless roam, Here seek your hope, here find your rest, Our country yours, and yours our home; And this our bond of union be, Ye are our brethren, yours are we. Not Nile nor Ganges gave you birth, Your parentage and ours is one; 244 Coeval with the heavens and earth, The God who spake and it was done; In His great name on you we call; He is the Father of us all. Leave then the wild, the lane, the wood, Live not like brutes that perish thus; O come, and we will do you good, For God hath spoken good to us: Come, we will teach you all His ways; Come, and let both show forth His praise. We come, we come, the world forsake; With heart, soul, mind, and all their powers, Your country and your home we take, Your people and your God for ours; Resolved with you to live and die, Dwell where you dwell, lie where you lie. Then, when our bodies, dust to dust, And side by side, their Sabbath keep, May our free souls among the just Watch for that breaking up from sleep, When once again, we all shall be, Joint heirs of immortality. Topics: Gypsies, call to; Midnight Scripture: Isaiah 18:7 Languages: English

To me, though neither voice nor sound

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #243 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: To me, though neither voice nor sound, From earth or air may come, Deaf to the world that brawls around, The world to me is dumb. Yet may the quick and conscious eye Assist the slow dull ear; Sight can the signs of thought supply, And with a look I hear. The song of birds, the water's fall, Sweet tones and grating jars, Hail, tempest, wind, and thunder,--all Are silent as the stars:-- The stars that on their tranquil way, In language without speech, The glory of the Lord display, And to all nations preach. Now, though one outward sense be seal'd, The kind remaining four, To teach me needful knowledge, yield Their earnest aid the more. Yet hath mine heart an inward ear, Through which its powers rejoice; Speak, Lord; and let me love to hear Thy Spirit's still small voice. 246 So when the Archangel from the ground Shall summon great and small, The ear now deaf shall hear that sound, And answer to the call. Topics: Deafness; Nature voices of Languages: English

Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #244 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail, Launch out upon the pathless peep, Resolved, however veers the gale, The destin'd port in mind to keep; Through all the dangers of the way, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. When tempests mingle sea and sky, And winds like lions rage and rend, Ships o'er the mountain-waters fly, Or down unfathom'd depths descend, Though skill avail not, strength decay, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. If lightnings from embattled clouds Strike, or a spark in secret nurst, From stem to stern, o'er masts and shrouds, Like doomsday's conflagration burst, Amid the fire Thy power display, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. Through yielding planks, should ocean urge Rude entrance, flooding all below, Speak, ere we founder in the surge-- "Thus far, nor farther shall ye go; 247 Here, ye proud waves, your fury stay:" Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. With cordage snapt, and canvas riven, Through straits thick-strown with rock and shoal, Along some gulph-stream. darkly driven, Fast wedged 'midst icebergs at the pole, Or on low breakers cast away, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. Save, or we perish--calms or storms, By day, by night, at home, afar, Death walks the waves in all his forms, And shoots his darts from every star; Want, pain, and woe man's path waylay, Deliver us, good Lord, we pray. Topics: Mariners Languages: English

Peace, that passeth understanding

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #245 (1854) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: Peace, that passeth understanding, Peace to calm the bosom's strife, Peace the winds and waves commanding, On this stormy sea of life; Peace the wounded spirit healing, Peace the love of Christ revealing; Peace, O God! Thy peace impart; Thou of peace the author art. 248 Peace to keep our minds for ever In Thy faith, Thy fear, Thy way; Peace to keep our hearts, that never Thought, desire, nor feeling stray! Peace to soothe in every trial, Peace to soften self-denial, Peace our daily cross to take, Grant us, for our Saviour's sake. War with all the powers of evil, We may every moment wage, Yet of world, and flesh, and devil, Scorn the friendship, falsehood, rage; Though by foes and perils haunted, We shall pass unharm'd, undaunted, Thy whole armour, while we wear, Sword, shield, breast-plate, helm,--all prayer. Topics: Peace of mind invitation to Scripture: Philippians 4:7 Languages: English

Is this the day that gave me birth?

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #246 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Is this the day that gave me birth? Returning year by year, Still as a stranger on the earth, It finds and leaves me here. But oh! the day, the day draws nigh, When I must hence depart, Leave all things pleasant to the eye, Or precious to the heart. 249 Where shall my naked spirit then, Flee at my latest breath? Alas! I must be born again, Or die a deadlier death. While everlasting ages roll Without a change away, My ransom'd or my ruin'd soul, Shall bless or curse this day. Lord Jesus, who Thyself was born To live and die for me, Thy doctrine may my life adorn, Death take me home to Thee. Languages: English

Brother and friend, with heart and voice

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #247 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Brother and friend, with heart and voice, We greet thee on this festal morn; None but the Christian can rejoice In deed and truth, that he was born. Since to this evil world you came, Your heavenly birth-right have you prized? In Father, Son, and Spirit's hame, Were you not from that world baptized? Then dead to sin, alive to God, Whate'er you feel, or seek, or do, Along the path our Saviour trod, Meekly his blessed steps pursue. 250 So shall the Father cause his face To shine on you while life endures, So be the Son's redeeming grace, The Holy Ghost's communion, yours. So may we all with heart and voice Sing at the resurrection morn, And through eternity rejoice, At God's right hand, that we were born. Topics: Birthday Languages: English

O Thou, in whom we live and move

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #248 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: O Thou, in whom we live and move And have our being! meet us here Let us Thy tender mercy prove, As Thou art wont, from year to year. For year by year, when throngs on throngs, Rejoicing to Thy courts repair, To offer praise in choral songs, And pour their souls in fervent prayer:-- To prayers and songs in sovereign grace, A willing ear Thou dost incline, And cause the glory of Thy face In Christ, on all and each to shine. To each and all, this day, anew, The tokens of Thy love impart, And let Thy blessing fall like dew, --Fall on good ground in every heart. 251 In every heart Thy word be sown, Spring up, and thrive through heat and cold, Until it shake like Lebanon, With heavenly fruit an hundred fold:-- Fruit ripening in our earthly clime, Till all the plants thus train'd by Thee, Flourish as trees of life through time, Then trees of immortality. Languages: English

The sun clear-shining after showers

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #249 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: The sun clear-shining after showers May his own image view, Reflected from a thousand flowers In countless drops of dew. If then a freshening breeze up-springs, Above, around, beneath, Like heavenward incense on its wings, Their mingled odours breathe. So! where the Sun of righteousness His cheering radiance sheds, Where gracious rains have fall'n to bless The Church's garden-beds. Christ's ransom'd tribes before him stand, With His own glory bright; Plants of his heavenly Father's hand And children of the light. 252 Then should the spirit from above A gale of Eden's blow, As from a Paradise of love, How sweet their spices flow! To-day, while thousands meet as one In many a holy place, May He who is of all the Sun, In each his image trace. Languages: English

Sleep, weary world, and take thy rest

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: MSPH #250 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Sleep, weary world, and take thy rest, Thy countless eye-lids close; Shut all thy cares within thy breast, For once in peace repose. Wake, slumbering world; a midnight cry Comes with Almighty breath; Wake; thy redemption draweth nigh, Rise from the dust of death. Yon star, those angels, shepherds, kings, A birth from heaven proclaim; The Son of God salvation brings, Emanuel is His name. Gather thy children from afar, Of climes and tongues unknown; Show them the stable and the star, Christ's manger and his throne. 253 There, with the Angels, loud and sweet, All hearts, all voices blend; There, with the shepherds, at his feet, All knees, all nations bend. There, with the wise men from the East, Sinners their offerings bring; Each at this altar be a priest, And every priest a king. For He shall wash them in His blood, Shall with His robes array, And make them kings and priests to God: Lord Jesus, speed the day. Topics: Christmas Languages: English