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“Prepare Ye the Way of the Lord!”

Author: Drummond Appears in 44 hymnals First Line: A Voice from the desert comes awful and shrill Lyrics: A Voice from the desert comes awful and shrill; The Lord is advancing; prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, And o’er the dark world pour the splendor of day. Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer, is nigh. The beams of salvation his progress illume, The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her God; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad.

The Mind Which Was in Christ Jesus

Author: Anonymous Appears in 18 hymnals First Line: Ever patient, loving, meek Lyrics: Ever patient, loving, meek, Holy Saviour, was thy mind; Vainly in myself I seek Likeness to my Lord to find; Yet the mind that was in thee May be, must be, formed in me. Since such griefs were thine to bear, For each sufferer thou couldst feel, Every mourner’s burden share, Every wounded spirit heal. Saviour, let thy grace in me Form that mind which was in thee. When my pain is most intense, Let thy cross my lesson prove; Let me hear thee even thence; Breathing words of peace and love; Thus thy grace shall form in me The same mind which was in thee.

Christ’s Invitations

Author: Barbauld Appears in 507 hymnals First Line: Come, said Jesus' sacred voice Lyrics: Come, said Jesus’ sacred voice, Come and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim! hither come. Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world’s scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim! hither haste. Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, and seek in vain; Ye whose swoln and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise; Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care; Who the stings of sin can bear? Sufferer! come, for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

Spirit of Jesus

Author: Gaskell Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: O, NOT to crush with abject fear Lyrics: O, not to crush with abject fear The burdened soul of man Did Jesus on the earth appear, And open heaven’s high plan: He came to bid him find repose, And God his Father know; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low. O, not in coldness nor in pride His holy path he trod; ’Twas his delight to turn aside And win the lost to God; And unto sorrowing guilt disclose The fount whence peace should flow; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low. O, not with cold, unfeeling eye Did he the suffering view; Not on the other side pass by, And deem their tears untrue; ’Twas joy to him to heal their woes, And heaven’s sweet refuge show; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low.

“Behold How He Loved Him.”

Author: Bache Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 61 hymnals First Line: "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews Lyrics: “See how he loved!” exclaimed the Jews, When Jesus o’er his Lazarus wept; My grateful heart the words shall use, While on his life my eye is kept. See how he loved, who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. See how he loved, who, firm yet mild, With patience bore the scoffing tongue; Though oft provoked, yet ne’er reviled, Nor did his greatest foe a wrong. See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath.

Divine Beauty of Christ’s Character

Author: A. C. Coxe Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 208 hymnals First Line: How beauteous were the marks divine Lyrics: How beauteous were the marks divine, That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! O, who like thee,—so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light? O, who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? O, who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs, of men before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? The bending angels stooped to see The lisping infant clasp thy knee, And smile, as in a father’s eye, Upon thy mild divinity. And death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. O, in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe; And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!

The Life of Jesus

Author: Brettell Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 4 hymnals First Line: He lived as none but he has lived Lyrics: He lived as none but he has lived, That wisest Teacher from above; He died as none but he has died,— His every act an act of love. His fervent piety was breathed To the lone waste, the desert hill; And in the haunts of men he sought To do his Heavenly Father’s will. He preached the gospel to the poor, Beside the couch of anguish stood, Consoled the sufferer, healed the sick, And went about still doing good. With sinners he conversed, and gave Peace to the weary, troubled mind; Yet free from stain till life’s last hour, In him his foes no fault could find. Born ’midst the humblest sons of earth, All earth’s temptations he withstood; And yet all human praise renounced, Declaring God alone is good.

He Had Not Where to Lay His Head

Author: Anonymous Meter: Irregular Appears in 19 hymnals First Line: Birds have their quiet nest Lyrics: Birds have their quiet nest, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; All creatures have their rest, But Jesus had not where to lay his head. And yet he came to give The weary and the heavy-laden rest; To bid the sinner live, And soothe our griefs to slumber on his breast. Let the birds seek their nest, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; Come, Saviour, in my breast Come and repose thine oft rejected head! Come! give me rest, and take The only rest on earth thou lov’st, within A heart that for thy sake Shall purify itself from every sin.

Through His Poverty Made Rich

Author: Russell Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 42 hymnals First Line: On the dark-wave of Galilee Lyrics: On the dark-wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast; And o’er the waters heavily Sweeps cold and drear the evening blast. Still near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone, unsheltered head, Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. Why seeks he not a home of rest? Why seeks he not the pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird his nest;— He hath not where to lay his head. Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save, the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

Christ The Sufferer

Author: Gaskell Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 8 hymnals First Line: Dark were the paths our Master trod Lyrics: Dark were the paths our Master trod, Yet never failed his trust in God; Cruel and fierce the wrongs he bore, Yet he but felt for man the more. Unto the cross in faith he went, His Father’s willing instrument; Upon the cross his prayer arose In pity for his ruthless foes. O, may we all his kindred be, By holy love and sympathy; Still loving man through every ill, And trusting in our Father’s will!