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What Should I See?

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: If I had the eyes of Heaven Lyrics: If I had the eyes of Heaven, That could all things see, Oh what glorious surprises All around would be! I should see all still and stately God’s white Angels tread, Watch me with their eyes of glory, Sit beside my bed. When I take the broth to Granny In her garret mean, I should see them wait around her, As around a Queen. Through the snow in dusky twilight, When the winds are wild, See them speed where lost and lonely Strays a little child. Through the stillness of the noonday See them swiftly rise, Bearing one with face uplighted Far into the skies. Meet them in the lonely places, In the busy street, Ever calm as skies of summer, Ever strong and fleet. Glad and tender in their service, For God’s love they know To the smallest and the meanest Of His own below.

The Reed

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: When flowers are red and gold and white Lyrics: When flowers are red and gold and white, And fair is every weed, The green reeds have no blossom bright— I would not be a reed. For all the summer flowers declare In beauty men can see, How sweet, how glorious, how fair, The thoughts of God must be. Then cut a wandering shepherd boy A hollow pipe of reed; His little tune of mirth and joy Rang far across the mead. It was the gladness of his heart That flowed in music free, The wild bird has no sweeter art That sings upon the tree. Oh, could I be the little reed, To tell afar and near The joy and love of God above, In music sweet and clear! And all around should hear the sound, And know that love Divine Is not my own, but God’s alone, His music, and not mine. Sweet words should cheer the weary ear, And tender words the sad, And none should heed how small the reed; God’s love would make them glad.

Winter and Summer

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The sky is dreary and rainy Lyrics: “The sky is dreary and rainy, And the wind makes a restless moan— And the yellow leaves drift and wander, And the songs and the summer are gone.” Not so, for the gardens are glowing In summer beyond the sea, In the glory of songs and of flowers, Whilst here it is winter for thee. And land after land wakes in sunshine, And the grass and the lilies upspring, And the children shout loud in the meadows, And madly the wild birds sing. There is never an end of the summer, For round the great world it goes; There are somewhere the fields of narcissus, And somewhere the sweet red rose. “Why can I not follow the summer, Far over the hills and the sea, And be always for ever and ever Wherever the summer may be?” O child, there is summer for ever, Here under the wintry sky, Where the Lord is the light and the glory, And His lambs in His pastures lie. When the snow and the wild sleet are driven Far over the lonely mere, There is summer beyond all the summers, Where Jesus the Lord is near.

Water-Lilies

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Who are like the lilies white Lyrics: Who are like the lilies white, With their crowns all golden bright, Resting on the waters still, Underneath the purple hill? They are like the saints who stand, Every one with harp in hand, On the crystal sea that lies Far beyond the summer skies. They are clad in white array, For their sin is washed away; Golden crowns for every one, For they reign beyond the sun, Over all the Heavens afar, Over sun and moon and star; They who low before Him fall, Reign with Jesus over all.

In the Lanes

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: It is summer all over the meadows Lyrics: It is summer all over the meadows, All over the woods and the sea; How many the glad days of summer My Father has given to me! I think of the long-ago summers, With their woodbine and feathery fern— Of the rambling lanes and the hedgerows— Of the tumbling mountain burn. The foxgloves afar in the forest, And the cranesbill soft and blue, As eyes that look into Heaven Till the Heaven itself shines through. As a story of rapture and wonder Are those hedge flowers wild and free, The travellers’ joy and the mullein, And the pink thrift near the sea. The thyme and the marjoram purple, The meadow-sweet fair and cool, Where the reedy streams go wandering Down to the deep mill-pool. The scabious and the yarrow Over the chalky down, The flowering rush in the trenches, With rose and crimson crown; The water violet stately, And the frosted bog-bean white The whole wide world was a marvel, A garden of strange delight! O ye thousand thousand flowers, To me as a sign ye stand, Of the things of joy and wonder In the glorious summer land— The Lord, who has strewn them broadcast Over the lonely hills, Who has filled the woods with music, And has gemmed the mountain rills— Oh what has He made to greet us In the land of fair delight, Where His own shall rejoice before Him, And shall walk with Him in white?

On the Downs

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Up the chalky path we wander Lyrics: Up the chalky path we wander, Higher, higher still— Gather thyme and hawkweed slender, Bluebells of the hill; Pale musk mallows by the cornfields, Poppies bright and bold, Scabious like the evening purple, Gems amongst the gold. And the knapweed and the bindweed, Yarrow pink and white, And St. John’s wort golden tufted, Everywhere delight! Up the chalky path we wander, Higher, higher still, Now upon the sunny hill-top We can rest at will. Far below the quiet valleys Farms and sheep-cotes lie, All above us deep and cloudless Glows the summer sky. Lying there we look in wonder Through the skies afar, Where unseen to us, are shining Thousand thousand stars. When the daylight sinks in purple O’er the silent plain, One by one, like gathering angels, They appear again. Soon, oh soon, the sweet still evening Of our days will come— Then will shine the hidden glory Of our Father’s home. Thousand, thousand radiant faces, Faces of the past, Our belovèd, hidden from us, Smile to us at last. Wonderful and blessèd evening— Sudden, sweet surprise— We shall hear the ancient voices, See the long-lost eyes. Here upon the sunny hill-top Let us thank and praise, For the blessèd eve that follows All our summer days.

Marah

Author: Richard Rolle, d. 1349 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Many sorrows hard and bitter Lyrics: Many sorrows hard and bitter, Many comforts sweet and soft; Thus my cry as joyful singing Evermore shall mount aloft. Song of marvellous rejoicing As in Heaven the blessed sing, For the love of Christ has filled me With His sweetest plenishing. Joy no thought of man conceiveth, Howsoever deep his lore; None can tell but he who hath it, Hath it now and evermore. Ill they spake, “Can God provide us, Cheer amidst the wilderness?” He a feast of joy has furnished, Feast of sweetness, love, and bliss. In the desert Bread He giveth, So that nought we crave beside, Raineth the delight of Heaven, We are more than satisfied. Thus my sorrow turns to music And my cry to sweetest song; Weeping to eternal gladness, Night is short—the Day is long.

The Blessed Hope

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: In faith we sing this song of thankfulness Lyrics: In faith we sing this song of thankfulness For that deep comfort Christ’s belovèd share; The blessed Hope of everlasting peace, The Home in God’s high glory bright and fair; Awhile we wander in the wilderness, But that eternal Home awaits us there. True is it that no heart may comprehend The glory God prepareth for His own, And what will happen when this age shall end; But yet in vision Jesus hath made known How fair and holy shall His Church descend, Lit up with light of precious jasper stone. And He shall give her honour in that day, For unto Him all power and might are given; In soul and body, freed from earth’s decay, Her mortal semblance purified and shriven, Shall she put on her beautiful array Of new eternal Life, He brought from Heaven. And Heaven and Earth, and all created things, In wondrous beauty then shall be restored; And we shall rest from all our wanderings, Partakers of the nature of our Lord, And made to God our Father priests and kings, In light whereto the Angels never soared. And He shall make His Church all heavenly fair, With gold and pearls, and every radiant stone, And reign in Holiness and Glory there, And shine as suns and stars have never shone; And He shall lead His Bride, His Joy and Care, With blissful singing to His Father’s throne. With eyes undimmed shall she her God behold, Behold Him face to face, and walk by sight, Not trusting only, as in days of old, But seeing with her eyes eternal Light. The great Salvation mystery shall unfold In that high vision of Love infinite. And then the Saints shall rest in victory, Their weary battle-day is at an end; Amidst the Holy Angels joy shall be, That we and they can love as friend and friend; We weep no more, for one with Christ are we, In oneness love alone may comprehend. And then shall be the blest Communion, Of God’s dear children meeting from afar; Within His burning Love they blend as one, Yet each, according as His counsels are, Shall have peculiar glory of his own, As one star differeth from another star. And God is all in all in that great day, And He is their exceeding great Reward; Their stream of Life, their beautiful array, Their food, their joy, their radiance, Christ the Lord: The music of their wondrous song shall say, How great the joy that passeth thought or word. And this is that eternal life of Heaven, Laid up with Christ in God, the mystery Of Resurrection Life which He hath given: A Fount of living waters full and free; A Life by which the gates of death are riven, A Life which on the throne of Christ shall be. And here in this waste wilderness begun, So soon as we believe in Christ aright, And quickened by the Spirit of the Son, Receive Him as our only Life and Light, As all the branches in the Vine are one, So we are one for ever in His sight. Now come Thou quickly, Jesus, from above, Do Thou sustain us on the desert road, And draw us after Thee by might of love, Our Fatherland art Thou, O Love of God: Once safe in Thee, no more shall we remove, O Thou our everlasting sure abode. Text Sources: Moravian Brethren

The Land of Promise

Author: Gertrude of Hellfde, d. 1330 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: It was as if upon His breast Lyrics: It was as if upon His breast He laid His piercèd hand, And said “To thee, beloved and blest, I give this goodly land.” O Land of fountains and of deeps, Of God’s exhaustless store— O blessed Land, where he who reaps Shall never hunger more— O summer Land, for ever fair With God’s unfading flowers; O Land, where spices fill the air, And songs the golden towers— O Land of safety, Land of home, Of God my Father’s kiss, To Thee, O glorious Land, I come, My heritage of bliss. Lord, not through works of righteousness, The works that I have done, But through the glory of Thy grace, The merit of Thy Son, To me this goodly Land is given, The heart of Christ to me— My Home, my Blessedness, my Heaven; My God, I worship Thee.

Called Up

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: He laid him down upon the breast of God Lyrics: He laid him down upon the breast of God In measureless delight— Enfolded in the tenderness untold, The sweetness infinite.