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O God, We Bear the Imprint

Author: Shirley Erena Murray Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 8 hymnals First Line: O God, we bear the imprint of your face Lyrics: 1 O God, we bear the imprint of your face: the colors of our skin are your design, and what we have of beauty in our race as man or woman, you alone define, who stretched a living fabric on our frame and gave to each a language and a name. 2 Where we are torn and pulled apart by hate because our race, our skin is not the same, while we are judged unequal by the state and victims made because we own our name, humanity reduced to little worth, dishonored is your living face on earth. 3 O God, we share the image of the One whose flesh and blood are ours, whatever skin; in Christ's humanity we find our own, and in his family our proper kin: Christ is the brother we still crucify, his love the language we must learn, or die. Topics: Community in Christ; Creation; Ecumenical; Justice and Reconciliation; Love for Others; Unity Scripture: Genesis 1:27 Used With Tune: TODOS LOS COLORES

This Is My Song

Author: Lloyd Stone Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 28 hymnals First Line: This is my song, O God of all the nations Topics: Citizenship; Heritage; Peace World Scripture: Psalm 82:8 Used With Tune: FINLANDIA

Sing, Angel Choir, Make Glad Our Night Again

Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Used With Tune: FINLANDIA

Told in the Market-Place

Author: Edwina S. Babcock Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: That day the doves with burnished silver breasts Lyrics: 1. That day the doves with burnished silver breasts Uneasy were; we, halt and blind and lame, Within the temple waited, ugly guests, Hoping, in spite of filth, disease and shame; Outside the multitude waved branches green Calling, Hosanna to the Nazarene. 2. I shrank close to the roof-prop, for my eyes Were dead to seeing: but heard I the coins, The piles of clinking silver shekels rise, Poured from sheiks’ bags and belts ’round merchant loins; I heard the purple priced; and in between Far off, Hosanna to the Nazarene. 3. I could not see Him enter, but I heard The multitude and smelled the dusty throng: Old Anab brushed me with his ragged beard, Muttering, Kneel, thou! He will speak ere long. Yea—though five time more leprous I had been I would come here to implore the Nazarene. 4. But then the woman Terah, ill of pox, Began to whimper, See, He bringeth woe! He overturns the booths, the treasure box, Eyes blazing on the sellers. Let us go! He’ll scourge us, smite us! Tush! It is well seen We shall be cursèd of the Nazarene. 5. A form swept past us, we in terror caught A man’s clear voice of anger: then the sound Of fleeing feet of traffickers, onslaught On booths, and tables crashing to the ground. I heard the money scatter and careen Under the spurning of the Nazarene. 6. Rachel, a maiden, clutched my sleeve, and shrank With me behind the curtain, and the crowd Surged wildly past. For us, our dear hopes sank Under that stern voice cutting like a goad, Judging, arraigning, charging; ’mid the spleen Of money-changers, stood the Nazarene! 7. This temple is My house, the House of Prayer! His voice was like the wind that whips the leaves. But with your buyings and your sellings there Ye—ye have made My house a den of thieves. Then little Rachel sobbed, Awful is His mien; His eyes are flames; I fear the Nazarene. 8. But when the temple silenced—while a dove Fluttered and soared and beat against the roof, We frightened beggars heard a voice of love Calling us gently; then His tender proof He gave. He healed us! I, who e’er had been Blind from my birth—I saw the Nazarene! Used With Tune: YORKSHIRE

Oh More Than Merciful

Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Lyrics: 1 Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Thy guiltless self to glut the greedy grave! Whose heart was rent to pay Thy people’s price; The great high priest at once and sacrifice! Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! 2 When sin with flowery garland hides her dart, When tyrant force would daunt the sinking heart, When fleshly lust assails, or worldly care, Or the soul flutters in the fowler’s snare— Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! 3 And, chiefest then, when nature yields the strife, And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life; When the poor spirit, from the tomb set free, Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee— Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! Used With Tune: YORKSHIRE Text Sources: Published posthumously in Hymns Written and Adapted to the Weekly Church Service of the Year (London: J. Murray, 1827)

Not To Our Names

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 60 hymnals First Line: Not to our names, Thou only just and true Used With Tune: YORKSHIRE Text Sources: The Psalms of David,1719

Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears, Ere earth and sky the rule of night disown; Where rise in bright array the gilded spears That thrust the ebon monarch from his throne; Lord of the hills! Who art the Lord of Light, When morning dawns, dispel my inward night. Lord of the hills, where massive strength abides, From age to age, broad based, and towering high; Where thunders roll, and livid lightning glides, And storms descend from cloud-enmantled sky; Lord of the hills! Who art the Lord of Strength, Frail, I would find my power in Thee at length. Lord of the hills, where hope aspiring wings Her course to heaven, from peaks that heavenward rise, Looks down in wonder on the clouds, and sings Of cloudless realms beyond the farthest skies; Lord of the hills! with hope my soul inspire, To leave my earth-bound hopes, and mount to higher. Lord of the hills! O Christ, Thou art my Light, My darkened soul like morning to illume; Lord of the hills! O Christ, Thou art my might, To vanquish death, and triumph o'er the tomb; Lord of the hills! my hope when sore distressed, My soul looks up to Thee, and finds her rest.

Through Love to Light

Author: Richard W. Gilder, 1844-1909 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 11 hymnals First Line: Through love to light! O wonderful the way Lyrics: Through love to light! O wonderful the way That leads from darkness to the perfect day! From darkness and from sorrow of the night To morn that cometh singing o’er the sea. Through love to light! through light, O God, to Thee, Who art the love of love, th’eternal light of light! Used With Tune: NACHTLIED

Prayer For Rain

Author: Hannah J. Lewis, 1816-1885 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Rain, rain! the meadow lands are all athirst Lyrics: 1 Rain, rain! the meadow lands are all athirst; The leaves grow crisp upon the forest trees; The flowers that spring’s abundant moisture nursed Yield no more fragrance to the passing breeze— They have all bowed their heads like things accursed And when shall fresher ones succeed to these? 2 Along the bed of the once rushing brook We seek in vain to trace its sparkling tide; And far away in some old shady nook, Where late its crystal drops it loved to hide. The clustering branches bend, and vainly look For the lost jewels, once the woodland pride! 3 Clouds rise and float across the azure main, The thunder sends its greeting o’er the hills, But the soft falling and refreshing rain No more the parching earth with gladness fills; And the sere upland, with the barren plain Unheeded supplicate the vanished rills. 4 God of the storm and the reviving shower, Look Thou in mercy on our sorest need! Let not the harvest fail, since Thine the power To fill the reaper’s hand with priceless meed: We look to Thee in this o’ershadowed hour, For blessings which alone from Thee proceed! Used With Tune: YORKSHIRE Text Sources: The Poetical Works of Mrs. H. J. Lewis (Boston: Cupples, Upham, 1885)

ക്രൈസ്തവരേ വന്ദനയ്ക്കുണരിന്‍

Author: John Byrom; Unknown Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 ക്രൈസ്തവരേ വന്ദനയ്ക്കുണരിന്‍ ക്രി-സ്തു കന്യാജാതം ചെയ്ത നാളില്‍ ഭാഗ്യോദയെ- അത്ഭുതമീസ്നേഹം അ- ഗോചരമല്ലോ ഇതിന്‍ മര്‍മ്മം വാനേ ദൂതന്മാര്‍ പാടി ഇതാദ്യം മാനു-ഷ്യാവതാരം ഘോഷിച്ചിവര്‍ 2 കാവല്‍ കാക്കും ഇടയരും കേട്ടു ദൈവ ദൂതസ്വരം, "ഭയം വേണ്ടാ" നല്ല വാര്‍ത്ത- കൊണ്ടുവരുന്നു ഞാന്‍ എല്ലാവര്‍ക്കുമുള്ളോരു രക്ഷകന്‍ ഇന്നു ജനിച്ചു ദൈവ വാഗ്ദത്തം ഒന്നു പോലും പിഴയ്കാ നിശ്ചയം 3 ദൂതഗണം ആകാശം മുഴക്കും ഗീതം പാടി ആര്‍ത്തു "ഉന്നതത്തില്‍ ദൈവത്തിനു മഹത്വം ഭൂമിയില്‍ ദൈവ-പ്രസാദമുള്ളോര്‍ക്കു സാമം" വീണ്ടെടുപ്പിന്‍ സ്നേ-ഹം ദൂതന്മാര്‍ക്കും പണ്ടേ ആശ്ചര്യം: ഗീതവുമത് 4 ആട്ടിടയര്‍ ഓടി ബേത് ലേമിന്നു കുട്ടിയായ് പുല്‍ത്തൊട്ടിയില്‍ കണ്ടവര്‍ രക്ഷകനെ അമ്മയോടുകൂടെ സൂക്ഷ്മം ദൂതവാക്യം എന്നറിഞ്ഞു സാക്ഷിച്ചെങ്ങും അത്ഭുതകാഴ്ച്ചയെ ഘോഷിച്ചോരാദ്യം യേശുവേ ഇവര്‍ 5 ക്രിസ്തുമസ് മോദം ആട്ടിടയരെ പോല്‍ പ്രസ്താവിക്കാം സ്തോത്രസ്വരത്തോടെ നഷ്ടം തീര്‍ക്കും ഈ ശിശുവിനെ നാം തൊട്ടി തൊട്ടു ക്രൂശോളം നോക്കി കാണ്‍ നിഷ്ഠയോടെപിന്‍- ചെല്കകൃപയാല്‍ നഷ്ട-സ്വര്‍ഗ്ഗം വീണ്ടും പ്രാപിപ്പോളം 6 ഗീതം പാടാം രക്ഷയിന്‍ -മോദത്താല്‍ ദൂതര്‍ മദ്ധ്യേ നില്‍ക്കാം ജയംകൊണ്ട് ഇന്നു പിറന്നവന്റെ മഹത്വം മി-ന്നുന്നുണ്ടല്ലോ നമ്മുടെ ചുറ്റും നിത്യം പാടും രക്ഷപ്പെട്ടോര്‍ സ്തുതി നിത്യം-നാം സ്വര്‍ഗ്ഗീയ രാജാവിന്നു Used With Tune: YORKSHIRE