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O, touch my heart, and bring to mind

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #74 (1920) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: O, touch my heart, and bring to mind The sin I should deplore: And give me grace, Thou God most kind, That I may sin no more. O, touch my heart till tears run fast, In penitence sincere; And may the memories of the past Teach me to walk in fear. For I have strayed, and Thou hast sought, And I have strayed again; O, may the wanderer Thou hast brought, Within the fold remain. O, touch my heart, till love arise, And claim me for Thine own; Then shall I learn with sweet surprise That I am Thine alone. For love knows no divided heart, Nor grudges service given; But gives the life in every part, And serves in earth and heaven. Languages: English

O Jesus, Trust of needy souls

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #75a (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: O Jesus, Trust of needy souls, A Saviour from their sins, confessed; Thy pardoning love our fear controls, And we are blest. Thou art our joy in sorrow's day, To fill with cheer when sore distressed, To wipe the tears of grief away,-- And we are blest. A Peace to still the troubled life, To soothe the mind, and give it rest; Our refuge in the midst of strife;-- And we are blest. Our Hope, when earthly hopes have fled, And, lost in night, we sink oppressed; Our shield, and Lifter of our head,-- And we are blest. O Jesus Christ, our Trust and joy, The Peace, and Hope in which we rest; Be Thou for song our soul's employ, And we are blest. Languages: English

Teach me Thy gracious will

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #75b (1920) Meter: 6.6.8.4 Lyrics: Teach me Thy gracious will, O Jesus, Lord, I pray, And make me ready to respond From day to day. 76 Thou hadst no will but one, The will Thy God imposed; Teach me, O Lord, to rest my soul Where Thine reposed. Then life with all its ills Will be no task to bear, For what is best Thy hand will give, And soothe my care. I am not wise nor good, I must not risk to choose; I grasp the thing my heart desires; The best, I lose. So let Thy will be mine, That I may quietly rest; For, what Thy love and wisdom plan, Must aye be best. Languages: English

This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #76 (1920) Meter: 10.10.10.4 Lyrics: This be our prayer, O Saviour of our souls, When night is dark, and muttering thunder rolls, For none but Thee the power of hell controls,-- Have mercy, Lord. There is no help, if Thou no help wilt bring, No heavenly messenger on speedy wing; Hope gilds the morn, if to Thy Cross we cling,-- Have mercy, Lord. 77 Woeful the threats that flash from Sinai's hill; Dark are the fears our guilty souls that fill; Help we have none,--O then of Thy sweet will, Have mercy, Lord. Strong is the arm that in our cause was raised;-- Christ, be Thy name to endless ages praised, Who at the hands of sinners was abased;-- Have mercy, Lord. Doomed to our death, the God-man bowed the head; Pierced for our sins, upon the Cross He bled; Life is His gift Who liveth, and was dead;-- Have mercy, Lord. Life, and to live amid the bliss beyond, Where souls beloved to loving souls respond, Free from all bondage in Thy gentle bond;-- Have mercy, Lord. Languages: English

I lift my heart to Thee

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #77 (1920) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: I lift my heart to Thee, And with my heart, my love; O Christ, remember me, In Thy fair home above; And take the gift my offering gives, A heart that loves Thee while it lives. I lift my heart to Thee, No meaner gift be mine, 78 For Thou didst give to rne That loving heart of Thine Yea, love to love responsive glows, The gift I give Thy love bestows. I lift my heart to Thee,-- Then I am all Thine own, To give Thee service free, And live for Thee alone,- My will to bend to Thine alway, My life to serve Thee every day. Languages: English

O God of light, when morn awakes

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #78 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: O God of light, when morn awakes, And tipped with gold the hills appear, My voice, attuned, the silence breaks With heart-borne praise, for Thou art near, When clouds like curtains drape the sky, And threatening fills my soul with fear; As from the rifts the arrows fly My praise ascends, for Thou art near. Yea, when the night all unrelieved, In ebon blackness rules the sphere, Up, then, my soul! all undeceived Thy praises tell, for God is near. O God of Light, in weal or woe, By clay and night, in hope and fear, From heart attuned my song shall flow In praise of Thee, for Thou art near. Languages: English

Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #79 (1920) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 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. Languages: English

Thou art my Hope, O Christ my Lord

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #80 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Thou art my Hope, O Christ my Lord, Inspiring, bright, and full of cheer; Clouds deck themselves with silver sheen And gloom departs when Thou art near. No burden rests to crush my soul, For Thou art wings wherewith to rise; And from the care of life I soar To realms of peace, with cloudless skies. When backward on my path of life I cast my vision with alarm, Where spectres grim my footsteps dog, With one intent,--to do me harm. I lift mine eyes to where Thou art, O Christ my Hope, and lo! Thy cheer, Comes like the morning to my soul, To scatter dread, and banish fear. For to Thy Cross my sins are nailed, And from Thy tomb I deathless rise, Borne on the wings of living hope Inspired by Thy great Sacrifice. Thou art my Hope, O Christ my Lord, In life, in death, to ages long; And when her Hope my soul hath won, Thou, Christ, shalt be my endless song. Languages: English

Thou art my strength, O God my Lord

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #81a (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Thou art my strength, O God my Lord, Weak is my arm, and faint my heart; Thou dost inspire me by Thy word, And to my life Thy power impart. The might of evil bars the way, And towering ramparts threatening frown; Then sinks my heart in sore dismay, Then fall my arms in weakness down. Shorn of my strength I lift my cry, But God in pity hears my plaint; And lo, the promised help is nigh,-- His power is given to the faint. This I have found, Thou dost not fail; No pleading eye looks up in vain; Though weak my arm, I must prevail, If Thou, O Lord, my strength remain. Languages: English

Ask, and thy prayer with arrow's speed

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #81b (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Ask, and thy prayer with arrow's speed Shall bear to God thy present need; And for thy help from heaven shall bring Love's best, and gracious offering. Seek, and the grace of God most kind Thy needy soul shall surely find; Light shall break forth, and treasures rare Shall sparkle round thee, everywhere. 82 Knock, and the gate of God shall spring Wide, for thy soul's free entering, And in the bliss by pilgrims shared, Thou shalt receive a place prepared. Rest in thy God, in quietness rest, He is thy Friend, He loves thee best; Heaven has a store, its wealth endures, Faith in thy God His grace secures. Languages: English