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Now, God of Light, the morn appears

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #01 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I Now, God of Light, the morn appears, And life revives, and beauty glows; The night has gone with all its fears, And lo! the light in brightness grows. II Thine be the glory, God of Light, For all the joy from morn that springs; O may a morn dispel each night, And bless our lives with beauteous things. III Give us this day the light that dwells In every heart Thy presence fills; That night with all its fears dispels, And life, and hope, and joy instils. IV Then shall our nights no darkness bring, But morn, bright morn, for ever shine; And when night spreads her dusky wings, More bright shall be the light divine. V All praise to Thee, the God of Light; All praise to Christ, the glorious Son; And to the Spirit, Lord of might, Now, and while endless ages run. Languages: English

Up, up, my soul! with gladness rise

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #02 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I Up, up, my soul! with gladness rise, And greet the ever-brightening skies. The morn hath come, sweet morn, awake! And from thy pinions slumber shake. II Pure as the morn God’s presence shines; Love like its beams, thy life entwines; Richer the gifts thy God bestows Than morning beauty can disclose. III Sweet as the breath that fans the bowers, And stirs the leaves and opening flowers, Comes with the morn, the breath divine To stir thee, slumbering soul of mine. IV O Thou, the Morn, the Light, the Sun, With Thee be every day begun; Brightness shall clothe my life always, And fill my soul with grateful praise. V Glory to Thee, O Christ! my Lord, Light of my soul, Incarnate Word! Come with the morn, abide alway, And cheer my course to endless day. Languages: English

The saffron tints appear

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #03 (1907) Meter: 6.6.6.6 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I The saffron tints appear, The morning comes—’tis here. Wipe slumber from thine eyes, Behold the sun arise! II Clad in his garb of gold, Bright as he shone of old; Beams o’er the heavens extend, Shafts from his orb descend. III Sun, that in morning light Rises, nor sinks in night, Shine in my soul alway, Make there an endless day. IV Life for my deadness give; Shine, that my soul may live; Joy to my sorrow bring; Light on Thy glowing wing. V If ’neath the cloud I lie, Darkness obscure my sky; Yet, may my faith behold Glints of the hidden gold. VI Father, to Thee, always, And Holy Ghost, be praise; Glory, while ages run, To Thee, O Christ! our Sun. Languages: English

Now glows the morn in beauty rare

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #04 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I Now glows the morn in beauty rare, O haste my soul to fervent prayer, And let the wings of morning raise To God the tribute of thy praise. II The night is gone; now disappear The clouds that hung in threatening near; Day comes apace, and terrors flee, For light illumes the earth and sea. III O soul dismayed! when darkness fills The dismal days with darkling ills, Rest in the calm the promise gives, That Christ, thy Light and Glory, lives. IV Morn shall appear and scatter night; Light shall appear in noonday might. Strong in the joy the daylight brings, Soul, thou shalt rise on glowing wings. V Morn of my soul, O Christ, Thou art; Light of my life; my drooping heart Sings, when Thy countenance benign Shines as the joys of noonday shine. Languages: English

When night her sable curtain spreads

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #05 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I When night her sable curtain spreads, And darkness falls on sea and land, In silent beauty, o’er our heads, The stars shine grand. II The orb of day his race hath run, But see what glory comes to view, As, full of radiance, one by one, The stars shine true. III Now bright their silver light appears, And reverent eyes behold the sight; Hope lights the darkness of our fears— The stars shine bright. IV When on our life the curtain falls, And fast descends a threatening night, Then, lest dismay the soul appals, The stars shine bright. V O great the wisdom, great the power,— God draws the curtains of the night, And, in the dark and lonesome hour, The stars shine bright. VI The glory and the truth of God, His lovingkindness and His care,— Such is the light He sheds abroad, His stars shine rare. Languages: English

A crown of gold surpassing rare

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #06 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Person Name: John Brownlie 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

The Lord of Life to earth came down

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #07 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.6.8.8.8.6 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I The Lord of Life to earth came down,— Come, gaily sound His praises high; O ’twas a day of high renown, While angels praise Him in the sky. The shepherds saw a wondrous sight, In Bethlehem’s fields at even, When, lo! a star, in radiance bright, Shed o’er the plains its glorious light, And angel bands, harmonious quite, His praises sang from heaven. II Say, came He forth by myriads led?— Come, gaily sound his praises high; A crown of gold upon his head? While angels praise Him in the sky. Refrain. III Of earthly pomp the Lord had none,— Come, gaily sound His praises high; His kingly crown had not been won, While angels praise Him in the sky. Refrain. IV A little child the Lord became,— Come, gaily sound His praises high, To bear our guilt, and share our shame, While angels praise Him in the sky. Refrain. V O Jesu, Who in manger lay,— Come, gaily sound his praises high, Make me a little child to-day, While angels praise Thee in the sky. Refrain. VI And may I come, with spirit meet,— Come, gaily sound His praises high, To lay my tribute at Thy feet, While angels praise Thee in the sky. Refrain. VII To Father, Spirit, One with Christ,— Come, gaily sound His praises high, Be endless praise, Whose love sufficed, While angels praise Him in the sky. Refrain. Languages: English

Jerusalem, rejoice!

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #08 (1907) Meter: 6.6.8.6.4.4.8.6 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I Jerusalem, rejoice! Keep festival and sing; All ye who dwell in Zion’s courts, Bring forth an offering. Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem, rejoice; And sing with glee, right merrily, Let every heart and voice. II To-day the chain is loosed That long hath bound our race, The condemnation is removed Through God’s abounding grace. Rejoice, rejoice, etc. III The gates of heaven are wide, And Satan’s work undone; For She33Woman. who fell beneath his power, Now gives the world God’s Son. Rejoice, rejoice, etc. IV O depth of riches great! O height of wisdom strong! O knowledge of the Living God, To right such grievous wrong! Rejoice, rejoice, etc. V Now, let creation sing And leap, nor brook control, For Christ hath come to call it back, And save each ruined soul. Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem rejoice; And sing with glee, right merrily, Let every heart and voice. Languages: English

The best that heaven could bring

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #09 (1907) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I The best that heaven could bring— First fruits, an offering free— Was brought from far, when, by the star, The wise men came to Thee. II No sceptre, and no throne! The magi were amazed, As, with surprise, on humble guise And poverty, they gazed. III But there Thy God-head shone, Despite the manger bed; O Christ, the Lord, Incarnate Word! ’Twas there Thou laid’st Thy head. Languages: English

Out from the rising of the sun

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #10 (1907) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Person Name: John Brownlie Lyrics: I Out from the rising of the sun, O’er tracts of desert wild, The Magi came on journey lone, To seek the heaven-born child; The star o’erhead their footsteps led, And hope their way beguiled. II They bore Him costly gifts of gold, And myrrh and spices sweet: “For He is King,” they had been told, Whom they would meekly greet; And they would go, in reverence low, And worship at His feet. III O humble Child, in manger laid! The wise beheld Thee there, And reverently their homage paid, And gave their offerings rare. Their quest was found, and to the ground They bowed the head in prayer. IV O Jesu, who in manger lay, The Son of God most high, Let me my humble homage pay, And bring my offerings nigh, And humbly greet Thee at Thy feet, And low in worship lie. Languages: English