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O Christ, Thou art my King

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #82 (1920) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: O Christ, Thou art my King, Thy cause I make mine own, All that I have I bring, To lay before Thy throne; The oath of fealty now I take, To live and suffer for Thy sake. Less could no loyal soul In true devotion gift;-- My sacrifice the whole, Not part to Thee I lift:-- Lord, at Thy kingly throne I bow, Receive my heart's devotion now. Thou didst not count the cost, O Christ my heavenly king, When Thou didst save the lost By Thy great offering; Thou laid'st Thine ageless glory by, And cam'st to earth for man to die, 83 O Christ, Thou art my King,-- Thy kingdom come, I pray, Till endless praise shall ring Throughout an endless day, And tribute fill the courts of heaven By loyal hearts in fealty given. Languages: English

O God, in mercy hear

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #83 (1920) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: O God, in mercy hear, I lift my cry to Thee; And let Thy gracious help be sent, In my perplexity; But Thou art far away, And I am filled with shame, I cannot see Thy blessed face, And fear to name Thy name. And now, a sense of guilt Inspires me with dismay; I know that none on earth can take That grievous load away; 'Tis mine the sin, 'tis mine, And mine the guilt to bear, The awful burden of the blame, The cloud of dark despair. Is there no balm to heal? No pity that can bless? O God, Who art so far away, Come near to my distress; 84 And heed the tears I shed, And hear my woeful cry, And since there is no hand to help, Come Thou in mercy nigh. 'Twas then a voice I heard, It came in winning tone, Across my night, from far away, To where I prayed alone; It told me of a love, That sought me long ago, And on the Cross my burden bore, Of sin, and guilt, and woe. O blessed Cross of Christ! Thou hast my need supplied; For, there upon thine outstretched arms, I see the Crucified; And He has sin to bear, That none can call His own; O, Christ, the sin and guilt Thou bar'st, Are mine, are mine alone. Languages: English

It is not lost what I have given

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #84 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: It is not lost what I have given To Him Who gave Himself for me; I have an offering in heaven, And I am rich in poverty. The empty heart in sorrow pines, And darkness blinds my tear-filled eyes; 85 But round my soul the light entwines That tells me that the morn shall rise. I have not lost what I have given; Yea, Lord, but well Thou knowest the pain, When gladness from the heart is driven, And threatening clouds succeed the rain. But by the grievous pain of loss, Thy soul was filled with bliss untold; And from the offering of the Cross, More wealth was Thine than purest gold. It is not lost what I have given To Him Who gave Himself for me; The gift awaits my soul in heaven, Mine own to all eternity. Languages: English

O Lord of life, when mortals call

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #85 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: O Lord of life, when mortals call, And freedom seek from earthly thrall, Hear Thou in heaven, and save us all, In mercy, Lord. O Full of Mercy! when we groan, Because of sin our spirits own, Hear, Who for sinners did atone, In mercy, Lord. 86 O Full of Pity! when we bear To Thy blest feet our carking care, Take of our weary load a share, In mercy, Lord. O Full of Grace! when sufferers tell The grief Thou knowest, Lord, so well, Come, with the broken-hearted dwell, In mercy, Lord. When lured by hope our spirits rise, To where Thou beckon'st from the skies, Then be eternal life the prize, In mercy, Lord. Languages: English

O Light of lights! when other light is fading

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #86 (1920) Meter: 11.10.11.10 Lyrics: O Light of lights! when other light is fading, Then in my soul with heavenly brightness shine; Let there be light! the night and fear upbraiding, Speak Thou the word and send the Light divine. O Joy of joys! when other joy is sighing, Sing to my soul and bid its sadness flee; And when the songs my bitter tears are drying, Come with Thy gladness, and rejoice with me. O Love of loves! When other love is dying, And hearts grow cold, and eyes that lured me frown, 87 Come to my heart, thou Love, all hate defying, Full of all pity to our world come down. O Bliss of bliss! when earth with all its treasures Shrinks from my grasp, and leaves me poor and sad; May I with Christ, fill up my empty measures, And in His presence reap the hopes I had. Languages: English

I mused within my heart

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #87 (1920) Meter: 6.6.6.6 Lyrics: I mused within my heart, Sin-stricken and forlorn; I felt the cruel dart, By which my heart was torn. I longed to tell my grief, Where I could well confide; But ah, no calm relief Came to my wounded pride. I heard a knock without: A voice in kindness spake, That banished all my doubt, And bade my hope awake. I drew the bolt aside, Forthwith my Lord came in, He spake not to deride, Nor looked to shame my sin. 88 But at my humble board, He sat and supped with me, So gracious is my Lord, And full of sympathy. Lord, on Thy lonesome way, Ne'er pass my humble door, Come in and sup, I pray, As Thou didst heretofore. Languages: English

Have faith in God, the Master said

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #88 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: "Have faith in God," the Master said;-- Lord give me faith that I may rest, In calm content, my weary head Upon His breast. A faith like Thine, strong, brave, and sure, Not weak, nor easily dismayed; That through all trials shall endure, Aye unafraid. Then shall I cleave through clouds of doubt, And pass from darkness into day; Put all the muttering hosts to rout, That crowd my way. And I shall make my heart's request,-- Even mountains shall not bar my way; O God, Thou'lt give whate'er is best, Nor long delay. Languages: English

O Lord of peace, in mercy hear

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #89 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: O Lord of peace, in mercy hear, The prayer of those Thy name that fear, And bring Thy great Salvation near; Have mercy, Lord. May peace within our world reside; Thy Church her cause to Thee confide, And all, as one, in Thee abide; Here let Thy people Thee revere; In faith, and piety draw near, And worship Thee in holy fear; Thy priests within this holy place Dispense the bounties of Thy grace, As those who serve before Thy face. Our Sovereign Lord with wisdom dress, With hands unstained his council bless; Upbuild his throne in righteousness. 90 In time of war, with strength endue, Our hearts possess with courage true; Our foes against the right subdue. May earth her flowers and blossoms yield; May fruits encrown the harvest field; From waste, and want, Thy people shield. The sailor on the restless deep, The homeless in their wandering, keep; The suffering soothe with kindly sleep. Keep Thou our souls, O God, from harm, From wrath, and danger, and alarm, Safe in Thy strong, encircling arm. Have mercy, Lord. Languages: English

Lord, let our evening prayer ascend

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #90 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: Lord, let our evening prayer ascend, Thy servants by Thy grace defend, Save, guard, and keep us to the end; Have mercy, Lord. When in the night our eyelids close, Lord, may our souls in Thee repose, Safe from the danger of their foes; Grant this, O Lord. 91 Thy angel, peace, with us abide, Nor ever leave Thy servants' side, Our souls to guard, our steps to guide. Grant this, O Lord. Lord, let the sins--our souls' distress, Which we in penitence confess-- Be pardoned in Thy faithfulness. Our souls in Thee, O Lord, are blest; Send what Thou knowest to be best; We would not crave Thee for the rest. Our time remaining, Lord, control; Our sin, like clouds, far from us roll, And give Thy peace within our soul. And when we leave the world behind, May we, unshamed and fearless, find The Christ, our Judge, surpassing kind. Grant this, O Lord. Languages: English

When glory crowned the mountain top

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: BHRC #91 (1920) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: When glory crowned the mountain top, And Christ was decked in garments fair, The prophets of the Lord appeared, And talked with the Redeemer there. "Let us make this our dwelling place," 'Twas thus His followers made request; 92 "For it is good to linger here, And they who dwell with Thee are blest." Then from a cloud a voice was heard, While each in terror held his breath,-- "This is My well-beloved Son, Hear ye what the Beloved saith." O Jesus, when Thy glory gilds The mount of God on which we meet, May we the voice from heaven discern, And bow expectant at Thy feet. Languages: English