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A crown of gold surpassing rare
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #06 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
I
A crown of gold surpassing rare,
The western hills, in beauty, wear;
And earth and sea reflect the light,
That fades before th’ approach of night.
II
O Glorious Sun! whose peerless ray
Illumes the realm of endless day,
Shine on a world where darkness dwells,
And all the joy of day dispels.
III
Soft o’er the land the twilight creeps;
Night falls apace, and nature sleeps;
O let not night my life control,
And plunge in sleep my drowsy soul.
IV
Sleep to the weary pilgrim give,
But let the soul through slumber live;
Wake when the first faint gleam of morn
Tells that another day is born.
V
Light of my life! bid night depart,
Sing to my soul, and cheer my heart;
That morn, and noon, and night may be
One beauteous day of joy to me.
VI
And when the brightest morn shall break,
And bid the eternal day awake,
O Glorious Sun! in radiance shine,
To guard from night the realm divine.
Languages: English
A crown of gold surpassing rare
Arise, my soul, and gaily sing
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #39 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
I
Arise, my soul, and gaily sing
The praise of thine Immortal King;
The heavens His matchless power adore,—
Awake, and sing for evermore.
II
The morning dawns at His command,
And lights the world o’er sea and land;
And upwards, see the sun arise,
To shed its glories from the skies.
III
But falls the twilight o’er our heads,
And night its sable curtain spreads;
For all His kingly words obey,—
The dark of night, the light of day.
IV
O heavenly King, in every soul,
The darkness of our night control;
And ’mid the blackness of that night,
Speak Thou the word, “Let there be light.”
V
And as the morn from darkness springs,
To speed to earth on silent wings,
A dawn more glorious shall awake,
And bright upon our spirits break.
VI
O Sun of Righteousness, arise,
And fill our souls with glad surprise;
Nor into dark of night decline,
But aye at noontide brightly shine.
VII
All glory to the God of Might,
And to the Son, the Light of light;
And to the Spirit, Three in One,
Eternal while the ages run.
Topics: Aspirations Languages: English
Arise, my soul, and gaily sing
Because I was brought low
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #45 (1907) Meter: 6.6.6.6 Lyrics:
I
Because I was brought low,
And sin had triumphed quite,
Thou God, all good, didst bow,
And seek me in the night.
II
And Thou didst lift me up,
For Thou wert lifted high,
When on the Cross Thou gav’st
Thyself for man to die.
III
Thou Life, Immortal Life!
O, full of sympathy!
Clothed with my flesh Thou cam’st
From Thy felicity.
IV
To burst our mortal bands,
And vanquish in the strife,
And dead, from death arise,
Crowned with immortal life.
V
To Father and to Son,
To Thee, blest Spirit, praise,
Here on the earth, and there
Where live the endless days.
Topics: Aspirations Languages: English
Because I was brought low
Because Thy mercy is so great
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #42 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
I
Because Thy mercy is so great,
Lord, think upon my needy state,
And deign to give the help I need,—
The Bread of Life my soul to feed.
II
They cannot live whose souls are fed
On what this foolish world calls bread;
For lack of food the spirit sighs,
And, weak and weary, faints and dies.
III
O may the hidden manna give
The strength I need that I may live;
And may that life be spent for Thee
Who came and lived on earth for me.
IV
O Jesus Christ, the living Bread,
Now at the table Thou hast spread,
Think of me in my utmost need,
And let me on Thy bounties feed.
Topics: Aspirations Languages: English
Because Thy mercy is so great
By Thine own hand the gift was given
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #47 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
I
By Thine own hand the gift was given
Of wealth, and hope of highest heaven;
But, fool at heart, Thy grace was spurned,
And from my Father’s house I turned.
II
O, hear my plaint, I cry to Thee;
Be pitiful, and pardon me,
For I have sinned; O, give me grace
To seek in penitence Thy face.
III
Yea, I repent in anguish low;
Give me again Thy love to know;
And if a servant’s place remain,
Take me in mercy back again.
Topics: Aspirations Languages: English
By Thine own hand the gift was given
Crown the Lord of glory
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #12 (1907) Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5 Lyrics:
I
Crown the Lord of glory,
Angels, crown your King;
Saints whose souls He ransomed,
Bring your offering;
Let no voice be silent,
Laud and honour bring.
II
Crown the Lord of glory,—
Once He dwelt below,
Bore the cross of sorrow,
Drank the cup of woe;
Now He reigns triumphant,
Let your praises flow.
III
Crown the Lord of glory,—
On the earth He wore
Purple robe that mocked Him,
Thorns His brow that tore;
Now His griefs are ended,
Praise Him evermore.
IV
Crown the Lord of glory,
For His work is done;
Crown the King of glory,
God’s eternal Son;
In my life enthroned,
Be Thy reign begun!
Languages: English
Crown the Lord of glory
Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit came
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #26 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
I
Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit came,
In fiery tongues of living flame;
And men were moved to spread abroad,
The Wisdom of th’ Incarnate God.
II
And nations heard the truth, and gave
Their souls to Him who came to save;
And toiling in their sins, arose
The power of Satan to oppose.
III
Even as Thou saidst; the Spirit’s power
Came at the Pentecostal hour,
And drooping souls with zeal were fired,
And felt the life that power inspired.
IV
Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit’s voice
Spake to dull hearts, and bade rejoice;
And men that dwelt in sorrow’s night,
Felt hope awake as morning light.
V
Even as Thou saidst; His power can still
Our empty lives to fulness fill;
Can charge with hope, with zeal inspire,
And kindle life, and light, and fire.
VI
Even as Thou saidst!—O Spirit, come,
Make with Thy people here Thy home;
In all their need Thy gifts supply,
And Christ our Lord still glorify.
Languages: English
Even as Thou saidst, the Spirit came
Glory shone within the gloom
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #23 (1907) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics:
I
Glory shone within the gloom,
Vacant eyes in wonder gazed;
Shook the portals of the tomb,
And the prisoners stood amazed.
II
“Who is this in garb of light,
Come to chase our night away?
Who is this in glorious might,
Brings to us eternal day?”
III
“Back! the triumph has been won;”
Prone the powers of darkness lie,
At the feet of God’s own Son,
Fresh from fields of victory.
IV
Glory, glory, life is ours!
Hades heard the shout and feared;
Sin and all satanic powers
Saw the Victor as He neared.
V
Burst the gates and cast them down,
Set the sighing prisoners free;
Fear not though the tyrant frown,
Christ hath purchased liberty,
VI
Sin is crushed and death is slain,
See the Cross and Him who died!
From the grave He rose again,
Who for man was crucified.
VII
Hail! the Resurrection day,
Hail! the gladness and the gain;
“He is risen,” the angels say,
Yea, the Lord is risen again.
Languages: English
Glory shone within the gloom
God sent me to the desert wild
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #51 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
I
God sent me to the desert wild,
Where all is parched with endless drought,
For I had grown a wayward child,
And now my sin had found me out;—
He sent me to the desert drear,
And, ah! my soul was charged with fear.
II
I wandered where the brooks were dry,
While memory wove a dismal song,
And to my God I raised my cry,
And sang my dirge the whole day long;—
For I was in the desert drear,
And, ah! my soul was charged with fear.
III
The God of grace His comfort sent,
And soon the desert blossomed fair,
While round my path, where’er I went,
Sweet flowers poured forth their odours rare;—
He sent me to a desert drear,
Now flowers and luscious fruits appear.
IV
O God, when by the path of sin,
We reach the land where famine reigns;
And dread possesses all within,
And all around are woes and pains;—
Then make the world a desert rare,
Of joys upspringing everywhere.
Topics: Aspirations Languages: English
God sent me to the desert wild
Hail rising morn! for He hath risen
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #19 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
I
Hail rising morn! for He hath risen;
Hail light that gilds the Eastern skies;
For, from the bonds of darkest prison,
Thy first beams saw the Christ arise.
II
O merciful and gracious One!
The gates of Hades Thou hast rent,
And by Thy Rising, Christ the Son,
No more we lie in bondage pent.
III
To-day the lips of Adam sing;
Eve hails the Christ of mankind born;
And patriarchs and prophets bring
Their hymns to greet the wondrous morn.
IV
And Thine the glory, Thine the power,
By glowing hearts in praise expressed;
For Thine the might, this glorious hour,
By which the sons of men are blessed.
Languages: English
Hail rising morn! for He hath risen
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