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In His Tabernacle

Author: T. S. M. Hymnal: HTS2 #01 (1899) First Line: Not built with hands is that fair radiant chamber Lyrics: Not built with hands is that fair radiant chamber Of God’s untroubled rest— Where Christ awaits to lay His weary-hearted In stillness on His breast. Not built on sands of time or place to perish, When tempests roar— But on the mighty Rock of Ages founded, It stands for evermore— Not only in a day of distant dawning, When past are desert years, But now, amidst the turmoil and the battle, The mocking and the tears. That Chamber still and stately waits us ever, That sacred pure retreat— That rest in Arms of tenderest enfoldings, That welcome passing sweet. O Home of God my Father’s joy and gladness, O riven Veil whereby I enter in! There can my soul forget the grave, the weeping, The weariness and sin. O Chamber, all thine agate windows opened To face the radiant east— O holy Temple, where the saints are singing, Where Jesus is the Priest— Illumined with the everlasting glory, Still with the peace of God’s eternal Now, Thou, God, my Rest, my Refuge, and my Tower— My Home art Thou. Languages: English

Arrived

Author: T. S. M. Hymnal: HTS2 #3 (1899) First Line: We are come unto Mount Zion Lyrics: We are come unto Mount Zion, On Thy holy hill we stand, The crusaders whose march is ended, The risen and the ascended, All hail! Immanuel’s land! We are come unto the City, Where our living God art Thou; Thou Who barest our sin and sorrow, Who comest in joy to-morrow, Thou communest with us now— To Jerusalem the golden, To the Gates of Praise we come, To the walls of Thy strong salvation, The chambers of consolation, The wandering ones brought home— To the companies of Angels We declare Thy glorious grace— In the stoles by Thy Blood made whiter, And crowned with a radiance brighter Than they who behold Thy Face. We are come to the great Assembly Of the first-born sons of God, The enrolled in the ancient ages, In love’s everlasting pages, Names registered there in Blood. With our God, the Judge of all men, Undismayed, unshamed we meet, For the tears of a sinner shriven, The kisses of lips forgiven, For ever anoint His Feet. With the spirits pure and holy Of the saints of ancient years, Of the loved ones whom death made dearer, The absent who yet are nearer, We worship amidst our tears. We are come unto Thee, Lord Jesus, We have found Thee where Thou art; In Thy still pavilion hiding, For ever in peace abiding— Our eternal Home Thy heart. We are come where the Priest has sprinkled On the everlasting throne, On the Ark where Thy glory dwelleth, The Blood that for ever telleth The work is done. Languages: English

The Hearing Ear

Author: T. S. M. Hymnal: HTS2 #5 (1899) First Line: O Holy and mighty and marvellous Word Lyrics: O Holy and mighty and marvellous Word That speakest ever to me; As of old in the silence of Eden heard In the shade of the sacred Tree— O Word from the depths of the ancient years, From deserts Thy pilgrims trod, From the hidden chambers of saints and seers, From the secret place of God— From the well of Sychar, the gate of Nain, From the winds of the midnight sea, Thou speakest in marvellous songs again In the stillness of night to me. From the noonday darkness the solemn Voice Tells of my judgment borne— And it calls to my soul to sing and rejoice From the glow of the First-day morn. Unsilenced yet to the ear that hears, Thou Voice of eternal bliss, Thou speakest in speech that is deeper than tears, And sweet as the Father’s kiss. In Heaven the marvellous song ascends, And in chambers mean and dim, Where over the dead the mourner bends, There steals the eternal Hymn. Languages: English

The Second Touch

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #7 (1899) First Line: Lo! a Hand amidst the darkness Lyrics: Lo! a Hand amidst the darkness Clasped mine own— Led me forth the blind and helpless, Led me forth alone; From the crowd and from the clamour To a silent place; Touched mine eyes—I looked upon Him— Saw Him face to face. Saw Him, as the dawning swiftly risen O’er the valleys grey; I had passed from midnight of my prison Forth into the day. Lo! again His mighty Hand hath touched me, Touched the eyes so dim; Radiant in the noontide of His Heaven Look they now on Him. Where He is, I see Him and I know Him; Where He is I am, In the Light that is the Love eternal, “Go not back,” so spake He, “to the city Where men know Me not— Tell not there the mystery and the wonder I have wrought. Go unto thy Home, O My beloved To thy Home and Mine; Hear the blessed welcome of My Father, ‘All I have is thine.’” Therefore am I journeying to the Father, And He walks with me Over mountains, through the pastures of His valleys, O’er the sea— And upwards through the heavens where His City Burneth, gloweth with the light Of the glory of the gems that He has gathered In the caverns of the night. Already come the sounds of harps and singing When the winds arise, And the joy of His espousals glows as morning Arisen in His eyes. See ye nought of Him? His glory and His beauty? O eyes so sad and dim? Still—hearken—He is passing—He is passing— Come unto Him. Languages: English

The Power

Author: J. Tauler, d. 1361 Hymnal: HTS2 #9 (1899) First Line: Rest from longing and desire Lyrics: Rest from longing and desire O thou weary heart! Dost thou ween thy choice has been Not the lower but the higher, Thine the better part? And therefore dost thou long with bitter longing From the day dawn to the night. For the holiness, the rest of His beloved Who walk with Him in white? Thou art wearied with the striving and the yearning For the crown that thou wouldst win; Thou hast learnt but thine immensity of weakness, But the mystery of thy sin. Beloved, the Lord spake to me in comfort When thus it was with me— “Wert thou cast all alone upon thy mantle, All alone upon the sea— Nought round thee but immensity of waters, No strength in thee to swim, How, seeing only God in Heaven above thee, Wouldst thou cast thyself on Him?” Therefore thank Him for thy helplessness, beloved, And if thou needs must long, Let it be but for the rest of utter weakness, In the Arms for ever strong. Long only that He make thee bare and empty— Take all that is thine own, Thy prowess, and thy strength, and thine endeavour, And leave thee God alone. In the stillness of that peace the work is ended By Him, and not by thee; The end of His desire and His longing To see thee stand in stainless white before Him Is that which needs must be. Languages: English

The Blessed Country

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #11 (1899) First Line: O glad the wilderness for me Lyrics: O glad the wilderness for me, And glad the solitary place, Since Thou hast made mine eyes to see, To see Thy Face. Not heavenly fields, but desert sands Rejoice and blossom as the rose; For through the dry and thirsty lands Thy River flows. O Way beside that living tide. The Way, the Truth, the Life art Thou; I drink, and I am satisfied, Now, even now. Eternal joy already won, Eternal songs already given; For long ago the work was done That opened Heaven. Languages: English

The Dwelling of the Lord

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #12 (1899) First Line: Now—borne upon the still, the boundless deep Lyrics: Now—borne upon the still, the boundless deep, By tempest never stirred, The peaceful sea where song and minstrelsy From shores that in the golden morning sleep Alone are heard. Now—hidden in His secret place, afar Within the sheltering Home— Apart as in the glory of a star Where all the strifes that madden and that mar May never come. Now—o’er the dark and solitary ways Borne onward on His breast, Through windings of the strange and tangled maze, Through weary nights, and through the changing days, At rest—at rest. Now—lips unskilful fain would tell the bliss The heart in secret shares— The meeting, and the welcome, and the kiss, The blessed marvels and the mysteries His love prepares. Now—holy cloisters closed to strife and sin Where Angels walk in white— And blessed saints adoring enter in, Their everlasting anthems to begin In songs of night. Now—O Beloved Lord, Thy risen ones, In peace we walk with Thee; Beyond the graves we dwell, beyond the suns; Beside the fountain whence the River runs At last to be! Languages: English

Risen and Ascended

Author: G. Ter Steegen Hymnal: HTS2 #14 (1899) First Line: All hail! O glorious Son of God Lyrics: All hail! O glorious Son of God, In triumph risen again— All heaven resounds with joyful laud The songs of ransomed men; The mighty chains of death are riven, The Risen Christ is throned in Heaven. Before thee all the shining hosts The mighty Angels bend; Thy saved ones from a thousand coasts Their psalms of victory blend— I join that song so passing sweet, I cast my crown before Thy Feet. O joy! the second Adam stands Within God’s Paradise— No longer barred by flaming brands The shining pathway lies— Within, the glorious Head has passed; Each member must be there at last. Behind us lie the cross and grave, Before, eternal bliss; There blossoms from the garden cave The Tree of Righteousness, The Face that shame and spitting bore Is crowned with radiance evermore. With Mary, O my Lord, I bow In rapture at Thy Feet; In spirit humbly kiss them now And soon in presence sweet; My name upon Thy lips divine The lips that tell me “Thou art mine.” Thou livest far from earthly strife In God’s eternal peace— And there with Thee is hid my life, And there my wanderings cease; The secret place where still and blest I rest in Thine eternal rest. Languages: English

Marah

Author: Richard Rolle, d. 1349 Hymnal: HTS2 #16 (1899) First Line: Many sorrows hard and bitter Lyrics: Many sorrows hard and bitter, Many comforts sweet and soft; Thus my cry as joyful singing Evermore shall mount aloft. Song of marvellous rejoicing As in Heaven the blessed sing, For the love of Christ has filled me With His sweetest plenishing. Joy no thought of man conceiveth, Howsoever deep his lore; None can tell but he who hath it, Hath it now and evermore. Ill they spake, “Can God provide us, Cheer amidst the wilderness?” He a feast of joy has furnished, Feast of sweetness, love, and bliss. In the desert Bread He giveth, So that nought we crave beside, Raineth the delight of Heaven, We are more than satisfied. Thus my sorrow turns to music And my cry to sweetest song; Weeping to eternal gladness, Night is short—the Day is long. Languages: English

The Home of the Soul

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #17 (1899) First Line: The mind saith to the soul Lyrics: The mind saith to the soul— “In the glory of God no foot hath trod; A devouring Fire dread to see; In the blinding light of the face of God No soul can be. For thou knowest that all high Heaven is bright With a glory beyond the sun, With the radiance of the saints in light, And the fount of that Light is one. From the breath of the everlasting God, From the mouth of the Man Divine, From the counsel of God the Holy Ghost Doth that awful glory shine. Soul, couldst thou abide for an hour alone In the burning fire around His throne?” And the soul makes answer— The fish drowns not in the mighty sea, The bird sinks not in the air, The gold in the furnace fire may be, And is yet more radiant there. For God to each of His creatures gave The place to its nature known; And shall it not be that my heart should crave For that which is mine own? For my nature seeketh her dwelling-place, That only, and none other; The child must joy in the Father’s face, The brethren in the Brother. To the bridal chamber goeth the bride, For love is her home and rest; And shall not I in His light abide, When I lean upon His breast? * * * * * And she who is beloved with love untold, Thus goes to Him Who is divinely fair, In His still Chamber of unsullied gold, And love all pure, all holy, greets her there— The love of His eternal Godhead high, The love of His divine Humanity. Then speaketh He and saith, “Beloved one, What wouldst thou? It is thine. From self shalt thou go forth for evermore, For thou art Mine. O soul! no angel for an hour might dream Of all the riches that I give to thee; The glory and the beauty that beseem The heritage of life that is in Me. Yet satisfied, thou shalt for ever long, So sweeter shall be thine eternal song.” O Lord my God, so small, so poor am I, And great, Almighty, O my God, art Thou! “Yet art thou joined to Christ eternally, My love a changeless everlasting NOW.” And thus the joyful soul is still At rest in God’s eternal will; And she is His, and thus delighteth He Her own to be. Languages: English

The Footsteps

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #20 (1899) First Line: Behold, My bride, how fair My mouth, Mine eyes Lyrics: Behold, My bride, how fair My mouth, Mine eyes; My heart is glowing fire, My hand is grace— And see how swift My foot, and follow Me. For thou with Me shalt scorned and martyred be, Betrayed by envy, tempted in the wilds, And seized by hate, and bound by calumny; And they shall bind thine eyes lest thou should’st see, By hiding Mine eternal truth from thee. And they shall scourge thee with the world’s despite, And shrive thee with the ban of doom and dread, For penance thy dishonoured head shall smite, By mockery thou to Herod shalt be led, By misery left forlorn— And bound by want, and by temptation crowned, And spit upon by scorn. The loathing of thy sin thy cross shall be, Thy crucifixion, crossing of thy will; The nails, obedience that shall fasten thee, And love shall wound, and steadfastness shall slay, Yet thou shalt love Me still. The spear shall pierce thy heart; My life shall be The life that lives and moves henceforth in thee. Then as a conqueror loosened from the cross, Laid in the grave of nothingness and loss, Thou shalt awaken, and be borne above Upon the breath of Mine Almighty love. Languages: English

In the Garden of God

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #22 (1899) First Line: When mine eyes are dim with weeping Lyrics: When mine eyes are dim with weeping, And my tongue with grief is dumb; And it is as if Thou wert sleeping, When my heart calleth, “Come;” When I hunger with bitter hunger O Lord for Thee, Where art Thou then, Belovèd? Speak, speak to me— “I am where I was in the ancient days, I in Myself must be; In all things I am, and in every place, For there is no change in Me. Where the sun is My Godhead, throned above, For thee, O Mine own I wait; I wait for thee in the Garden of love, Till thou comest irradiate, With the light that shines from My Face divine, And I pluck the flowers for thee; They are thine, beloved, for they are Mine, And thou art one with Me. In the tender grass by the waters still I have made thy resting-place; Thy rest shall be sweet in My holy will, And sure in My changeless grace— And I bend for thee the holy Tree, Where blossoms the mystic Rod, The highest of all the trees that be In the Paradise of God. And thou of that Tree of life shalt eat, Of the Life that is in Me; Thou shalt feed on the fruit that is good for meat, And passing fair to see. There, overshadowed by mighty wings Of the Holy Spirit’s peace, Beyond the sorrow of earthly things, The toil and the tears shall cease. And there beneath the eternal Tree I will teach thy lips to sing, The sweet new song that is strange to thee In the land of thy banishing. They follow the Lamb where’er He goes To whom it is revealed; The pure and the undefiled are those, The ransomed and the sealed. Thou shalt learn the speech and the music rare, And thou shalt sing as they, Not only there in my garden fair, But here belovèd, to-day! O Lord, a faint and a feeble voice Is mine in this house of clay, But Thy love hath made my lips rejoice, And I can sing and say, “I am pure, O Lord, for Thou art pure, Thy love and mine are one; And my robe is white, for Thine is white, And brighter than the sun. Thy mouth and mine can know no moan, No note of man’s sad mirth, But the everlasting joy alone Unknown to songs of earth; And for ever fed on that living Tree, I will sing the song of Thy love with Thee.” Languages: English

Dwelling in Love

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #25 (1899) First Line: I rejoice that I cannot but love Him Lyrics: I rejoice that I cannot but love Him, Because He first loved me; I would that measureless, changeless, My love might be; A love unto death and for ever; For, soul, He died for thee. Give thanks that for thee He delighted To leave His glory on high; For thee to be humbled, forsaken, For thee to die. Wilt thou render Him love for His loving? Wilt thou die for Him who died? And so by thy dying and living Shall Christ be magnified. And deep in the fiery stream that flows From God’s high throne, In the burning tide that for ever glows Of the marvellous love unknown; For ever, O soul, thou shalt burn and glow, And thou shalt sing and say, “I need no call at His feet to fall, For I cannot turn away. I am the captive led along With the joy of His triumphal song; In the depths of love do I love and move, I joy to live or to die; For I am borne on the tide of His love To all eternity:” The foolishness of the fool is this, The sorrow sweeter than joy to miss. Languages: English

The Gift

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #26 (1899) First Line: What dost thou bring me, O my Queen? Lyrics: “What dost thou bring me, O my Queen? Love maketh thy steps to fly.” Lord, to Thee my jewel I bring, Greater than mountains high; Broader than all the earth’s broad lands, Heavier than the ocean sands, And higher it is than the sky: Deeper it is than the depths of the sea, And fairer than the sun, Unreckoned, as if the stars could be All gathered into one. “O thou My Godhead’s image fair, Thou Eve from Adam framed, My flesh, My bone, My life to share, My Spirit’s diadem to wear, How is thy jewel named?” Lord, it is called my heart’s desire, From the world’s enchantments won; I have borne it afar through flood and fire And will yield it up to none; But the burden I can bear no more— Where shall I lay it up in store? “There is no treasure-house but this, My heart divine, My Manhood’s breast; There shall My Spirit’s sacred kiss Fill thee with rest.” Languages: English

A Song in the Night

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #28 (1899) First Line: O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweet Lyrics: O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweet, In darkest hours revealed in love to me, In those dark hours I fall before Thy feet, I sing to Thee. I join the song of love, and I adore With those who worship Thee for evermore. Thou art the Sun of every eye, The Gladness everywhere, The guiding Voice for ever nigh, The Strength to do and bear; The sacred Lore of wisdom’s store, The Life of life to all, The Order mystic, marvellous In all things great and small. Thy love hast Thou told from the days of old, Engraved on Thy hands and Thy feet it stands, And on Thy side as a sign; O glorious Man in the garden of God, Thy sacred Manhood is mine. I kneel on the golden floor of Heaven With my box of ointment sweet, Grant unto me, Thy much forgiven, To kiss and anoint Thy feet. “Where wilt thou find that ointment rare, O My belovèd one?” Thou brakest my heart, and didst find it there, Rest sweetly there alone. “There is no embalming so sweet to Me As to dwell, my well-belovèd, in thee.” Lord, take me home to Thy palace fair, So will I ever anoint Thee there. “I will, but My plighted troth saith, ‘Wait,’ And My love saith, ‘Work to-day;’ My meekness saith, ‘Be of low estate,’ And My longing, ‘Watch and pray;’ My shame and sorrow say, ‘Bear My cross;’ My song saith, ‘Win the crown;’ My guerdon saith, ‘All else is loss;’ My patience saith, ‘Be still;’ Till thou shalt lay the burden down, Then, when I will. Then, beloved, the crown and palm, And then the music and the psalm; And the cup of joy My hand shall fill Till it overflow; And with singing I strike the harp of gold I have tuned below. The harp I tune in desolate years Of sorrow and tears, Till a music sweet the chords repeat, Which all the heavens shall fill; For the holy courts of God made meet, Then, when I will.” Languages: English

Things Seen and Heard

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #30 (1899) First Line: Thou hast shone within this soul of mine Lyrics: Thou hast shone within this soul of mine, As the sun on a shrine of gold; When I rest my heart, O Lord, on Thine, My bliss is manifold. My soul is the gem on Thy diadem, And my marriage robe Thou art; If aught could sever my heart from Thine, The sorrow beyond all sorrows were mine, Alone and apart. Could I not find Thy love below, Then would my soul as a pilgrim go To Thy holy land above; There would I love Thee as I were fain With everlasting love. Now have I sung my tuneless song, But I hearken, Lord, for Thine; So shall a music, sweet and strong, Pass into mine. “I am the Light, and the lamp thou art; The River, and thou the thirsty land; To thee thy sighs have drawn My heart, And ever beneath thee is My Hand. And when thou weepest it needs must be Within Mine arms that encompass thee; Thy heart from Mine can none divide, For one are the Bridegroom and the Bride; It is sweet, beloved, for Me and thee To wait for the Day that is to be.” O Lord, with hunger and thirst I wait, With longing before Thy golden gate, Till the Day shall dawn When from Thy lips divine have passed The sacred words that none may hear But the soul that, loosed from the earth at last, Hath laid her ear To the mouth that speaks in the still sweet morn Apart and alone— Then shall the secret of love be told The mystery known. Languages: English

Made One

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde. d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #32 (1899) First Line: The mouth of the Lord hath spoken Lyrics: The mouth of the Lord hath spoken, Hath spoken a mighty word; My sinful heart it hath broken, Yet sweeter I never heard; “Thou, thou art, O soul, My deep desire And My love’s eternal bliss: Thou art the rest where leaneth My breast, And My mouth’s most holy kiss. Thou art the treasure I sought and found, Rejoicing over thee; I dwell in thee, and with thee am I crowned, And thou dost dwell in Me. Thou art joined to Me, O Mine own, for ever, And nearer thou canst not be— Shall aught on earth or in Heaven sever Myself from Me?” Languages: English

Beneath His Banner

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #33 (1899) First Line: 'Twixt God and thee but love shall be Lyrics: ’Twixt God and thee but love shall be; ’Twixt earth and thee distrust and fear, ’Twixt sin and thee shall be hate and war; And hope shall be ’twixt Heaven and thee Till night is o’er. Languages: English

The Highway

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #34a (1899) First Line: It is a wondrous and a lofty road Lyrics: It is a wondrous and a lofty road Wherein the faithful soul must tread, And by the seeing there the blind are led, The senses by the soul acquaint with God. On that high path the soul is free, She knows no care nor ill, For all God wills desireth she, And blessed is His will. Languages: English

The Bride, the Lamb's Wife

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #34b (1899) First Line: Thus speaks the Bride whose feet have trod Lyrics: Thus speaks the Bride whose feet have trod The chamber of eternal rest, The secret treasure-house of God, Where God is manifest: “Created things, arise and flee, Ye are but sorrow and care to me.” This wide, wide world, so rich and fair, Thou sure canst find thy solace there? “Nay, ’neath the flowers the serpent glides, Amidst the bravery envy hides.” And is not Heaven enough for thee? “Were God not there, ’twere a tomb to Me.” O Bride, the saints in glory shine; Can they not fill this heart of thine? “Nay, were the Lamb their Light withdrawn, The saints in gloom would weep and mourn.” Can the Son of God not comfort thee? “Yea, Christ and none besides for me. For mine is a soul of noble birth, That needeth more than Heaven and earth; And the breath of God must draw me in To the Heart that was riven for my sin. For the Sun of the Godhead pours His rays Through the crystal depths of His Manhood’s grace. And the Spirit sent by Father and Son Hath filled my soul, and my heart hath won; And the longing and love are past and gone, For all that is less than God alone— God only, sweet to this heart of mine, O wondrous death that is life divine!” Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series), 1899 Languages: English

Ecce Homo

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #36 (1899) First Line: Wilt thou, sinner, be converted? Lyrics: Wilt thou, sinner, be converted? Christ the Lord of glory see By His own denied, deserted, Bleeding, bound, and scourged for thee. Look again, O soul, behold Him On the cross uplifted high; See the precious life-blood flowing, See the tears that dim His eye. Love has pierced the heart that brake, Loveless sinner, for thy sake. Hearken till thy heart is broken To His cry so sad and sweet, Hearken to the hammer smiting Nails that pierce His hands and feet. See the side whence flows the fountain Of His love and life divine, Riven by a hand unthankful— Lo! that hand is thine. See the crown of thorns adorning God’s belovèd, holy Son; Then fall down in bitter mourning, Weep for that which thou hast done. Thank Him that His heart was willing So to die for love of thee; Thank Him for the joy that maketh This world’s joy but gall to be. And till thou in Heaven adore Him Fight for Him in knightly guise, Joy in shame and scorn and sorrow; Glorious is the prize! Languages: English

The Exchange

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #37 (1899) First Line: If the world were mine and all its store Lyrics: If the world were mine and all its store, And were it of crystal gold; Could I reign on its throne for evermore From the ancient days of old, An empress noble and fair as day, O gladly might it be, That I might cast it all away; Christ, only Christ for me. For Christ my Lord my spirit longs, For Christ, my Saviour dear; The joy and sweetness of my songs The whilst I wander here— O Lord, my spirit fain would flee From the lonely desert away to Thee. Languages: English

Seven-fold Joy

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #38 (1899) First Line: I bring unto Thy grace a seven-fold praise Lyrics: I bring unto Thy grace a seven-fold praise, Thy wondrous love I bless— I praise, remembering my sinful days, My worthlessness. I praise that I am waiting, Lord, for Thee, When, all my wanderings past, Thyself wilt bear me, and wilt welcome me To home at last. I praise Thee that for Thee I long and pine, For Thee I ever yearn; I praise Thee that such fitful love as mine Thou dost not spurn; I praise Thee for the hour when first I saw The glory of Thy face, Here dimly, but in fulness evermore In that high place. I praise Thee for a mystery unnamed, Unuttered here below; Unspeakable in words the lips have framed, Yet passing sweet to know. It is the still, the everlasting tide, The stream of Love Divine, That from the heart of God for evermore Flows into mine. To that deep joy that bindeth Heart to heart In one eternal love, A still small stream that flows unseen below An endless sea above, To that high love, that fathomless delight, No thought of man may reach; And yet beyond it is a seven-fold bliss Most holy of God’s holy mysteries, Untold in speech. Faith only hath beheld that secret place, Faith only knows how great, how high, how fair, The Temple where the Lord unveils His Face To His belovèd there. O how unfading is that pure delight! How full the joy of that exhaustless tide Which flows for ever in its glorious might, So still, so wide! And deep we drink with sweet eternal thirst, With lips for ever eager as at first, Yet ever satisfied. Languages: English

Called Up

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #40 (1899) First Line: He laid him down upon the breast of God Lyrics: He laid him down upon the breast of God In measureless delight— Enfolded in the tenderness untold, The sweetness infinite. Languages: English

Change of Raiment

Author: G. Ter Steegen Hymnal: HTS2 #41 (1899) First Line: Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt Lyrics: Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt Love laid of old on Thee, Thy love the cross and sorrow willed, Love undeserved by me. The victory over death and hell Thou, Lord, for me didst win; And Thou hast nailed upon Thy Cross All, all my sin. The way into the Holiest Place Stands open now to me; Where I can see Thy glorious Face, Nor tremble thus to see. For as I am to Thee I come, I clasp Thy blessed Feet, And learn the mystery of love So deep, so sweet. Enfolded, O my Lord, in Thee, And hid in Thee I rest, Enwrapped in Christ’s own purity Secure upon Thy breast. Had I an Angel’s raiment—fair With heavenly gems unpriced, That glorious garb I would not wear, My robe is Christ. Languages: English

Above and Below

Author: P. G. Hymnal: HTS2 #42 (1899) First Line: In the bosom of the Father Lyrics: In the bosom of the Father, Centre of His endless love, In the light and in the glory, Thus in Christ I dwell above. Filling up His bitter sufferings, Drinking of His cup of woe, And rejoicing as I do it, Thus with Christ I walk below. There above I rest, untroubled, All my service to adore; Cross and shame and death and sorrow Left behind for evermore. Therefore am I never weary Journeying onward through the waste; And the bitter Marah waters Have but sweetness to my taste. While He tells the wondrous secret Of His perfect love to me, While His heart’s exhaustless fulness In His blessed face I see; Can there be but joy and glory In His Cross and shame below? Sweet each mark of His rejection; Where His steps are, I must go. One the path, and one the sorrow— Path the angels cannot tread; Sorrow giving sweet assurance We are members, He the Head, Blessed path that ends to-morrow In the place where He is gone; Thus, the silver trumpets sounding, Through the waste we journey on. Languages: English

Brought Nigh

Author: W. R. Hymnal: HTS2 #44 (1899) First Line: Rich, our God, art Thou in mercy Lyrics: Rich, our God, art Thou in mercy, Dead in sins were we, When Thy great love rested on us, Sinners, dear to Thee. Blessed path of grace that led us From the depths of death To the fair eternal mansions Quickened by Thy breath. Riches of Thy grace have brought us There, in Christ, to Thee; Riches of Thy glory make us Thy delight to be. Not alone the stream that cleansed us Flowed from Jesus dead, Tides of glory now are flowing From our living Head. Down to us from Christ in Heaven Those bright rivers run— In His lowest saint and feeblest, God beholds His Son. He with deep delight is tracing Every feature fair Of His Son, His well-belovèd, Throned beside Him there. And those lines of glorious beauty Here His eye can see, Back to God in light reflected, Christ revealed in me. Gazing on the cloudless glory Of the Lord we love, Where unveiled He fills with radiance Those bright courts above, Day by day a change is passing O’er each lifted brow, Soon to shine like Christ in glory, Though so dimly now. Evermore that light transforms us In the Father’s sight, Not His love alone our portion, But His full delight. Not because of guilt, but glory, Doth His love provide That fair robe so well beseeming Christ’s unspotted Bride. Fair amidst His new creation Formed from Christ alone, God in us His Son beholding, Rests, the work is done. Wondrous riches of the glory Won in shame and blood, And from heaven outpoured in fulness, Endless love of God. Languages: English

The Song of His Joy

Author: T. P. Hymnal: HTS2 #47 (1899) First Line: Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus Lyrics: Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus, Deep, eternal, pure, and bright— Thou alone the Man of Sorrows, Thus couldst tell of joy aright. Lord, we know that joy, that gladness, Which in fulness Thou hast given— Sharing all that countless treasure, We on earth with Thee in Heaven. ... Even as He went before us Through the wilderness below. So, in strength unworn, unfailing, Onward also would we go. All the earth a desert round Him, All His springs in God alone; Every heart, save God’s heart only, Making discord with His own. There to walk alone, rejoicing— Through the ruin and the sin; Darkness of the midnight round Him, Glory of God’s love within. From no lower fountain flowing Than the heart of God above, All the gladness of that glory, All the power of that love. Onward to the cross rejoicing, Where all powers of evil met, Giving thanks ’midst deepest darkness That God’s love was deeper yet. Then ascended in the glory, By that love’s unfailing spring, There to sing the song of triumph, There the song of songs to sing. Hearken to that hymn of glory Filling all the holy place, Golden psalm of Him who looketh On the Father’s blessed face. Voice of measureless rejoicing, Joy unmingled, deep and clear, Wonder to the listening Heavens, Music to the Father’s ear. Won in travail of His Spirit, Agony, and shame, and blood, That blest place beside the Father, Nearest to the heart of God. Won for me! my praises leading, Jesus sings that song divine; All His joy my own for ever, All His peace for ever mine. What though drought be all around me, Desert land on every side— With that spring of love and gladness Shall I not be satisfied? Languages: English

The Hidden Path

Author: T. P. Hymnal: HTS2 #50 (1899) First Line: One place have I in heaven above Lyrics: One place have I in heaven above The glory of His throne— On this dark earth, whence He is gone, I have one place alone, And if His rest in Heaven I know, I joy to find His path below, We meet to own that place alone Around the broken bread— The dead whose life is hid with Christ Remembering Jesus dead. For us has set the earthly light, Above, the glory; here, the night. And dear as is His place on high, His footsteps are below, Where He has gone through scorn and wrong, There also would I go. Lord, where Thou diedst I would die, For where Thou livest, there am I. One lonely path across the waste, Thy lowly path of shame; I would adore Thy wondrous grace That I should tread the same. The Stranger and the Alien, Thou— And I the stranger, alien, now. Thy Cross a mighty barrier stands Between the world and me— Not yielding with reluctant hands, But glorying to be free, From that which now is dung and dross, Beside Thy Glory, and Thy Cross. I see Thee there amidst the light, The Father’s blessed Son; I know that I in Thee am there, That light and love mine own. What has this barren world to give, If there in Thy deep joy I live? Sent hither from that glorious Home, As Thou wert sent before, Of that great love from whence I come To witness evermore, For this would I count all things loss, Thy joy, Thy glory, and Thy Cross. Languages: English

The Pearl

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #52 (1899) First Line: Tale of tenderness unfathomed Lyrics: Tale of tenderness unfathomed Told by God to me— Tale of love, mysterious, awful— Thus God’s love must be. God the Seeker—one fair image Ever in His thought, Pure, and radiant, and faultless, Yet He found it not. Not amongst His holy Angels, Was there one so bright; Not amongst His stars of glory Dwelt His heart’s delight. Yet there was a depth unfathomed In a lonely place; One great deep of endless sorrow, Darkness on its face. Restless sea of black pollution Moaning evermore, Weary waves for ever breaking On a barren shore. There below in midnight darkness, Under those wild waves, Lies the treasure God is seeking, Jewel that He craves. Down beneath those sunless waters He from Heaven has passed, He has found His heart’s desire, Found His pearl at last. All He had His heart has given For that gem unpriced— Such art thou, O ransomed sinner, Yea, for such is Christ. Languages: English

Ter Steegen's Golden Timepiece

Author: G. Ter Steegen, d. 1769 Hymnal: HTS2 #54 (1899) First Line: Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servant Lyrics: John xiii. 5. 6 P.M. Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servant, Humble, loving Lord, Wash my ways, and all my converse, Thought, and deed, and word. Make me bend, the least and lowest, At my brethren’s feet; Love saith, “As the task is meanest, Is the service sweet.” Matt. xxvi. 28. 7 P.M. Givest thou Thyself, Lord Jesus, Thus my life to be? Thy most precious Blood and Body Offered up for me? Thou, O Lord, my food eternal My eternal feast— All my hunger stilled for ever, All my thirst appeased. John xvii. 9, 20. 8 P.M. Great High Priest whose prayers are music In the Father’s ears, I shall know their glorious answer Through eternal years. Even now, O Lord, I know it, Made by love Divine, One with Thee, henceforth, for ever, Therefore one with Thine. John xviii. 1. 9 P.M. Lo! I see the shadow falling Awful in its gloom— See Thee passing, O Belovèd, To Thy place of doom— Mine the sin that veiled the glory, Thine the burden sore— Yet, O world, so sweet that sorrow, Thou art sweet no more. Luke xxii. 41. 10 P.M. Sorrowful, I see Thee kneeling That dread cup to take; Filled with wrath of my deserving Given Thee for my sake. Yet to Thee how sweet the bitter, Sweet the Father’s will! Lord, may I, Thy love recalling, Suffer, and be still. Luke xxii. 44. 11 P.M. For Thine agony of weeping, For Thy sweat of Blood, For Thy prayer that told the marvel Of the love of God; Lord, I thank Thee—still ascendeth That unceasing prayer, Incense from my heart’s still temple; God’s High Priest is there. Luke xxii. 48. MIDNIGHT. On! the traitor’s kiss to suffer On Thy lips Divine— Yield Thyself to foemen, stricken By one word of Thine— Give me, Lord, to bear rejoicing Cross and shame for Thee— Meet with loving lips and gentle Him who hateth me. John xviii. 12. 1 A.M. Unresisting, uncomplaining, Holy, harmless, calm; Driven, beaten, led to slaughter, God’s unblemished Lamb— Bind me in eternal fetters, Lead me, Thine alone; Silent when contempt and hatred Mark me for Thine own. Mark xiv. 64. 2 A.M. Lo! they judge Thee as a traitor, All the treachery mine— Scourge Thee as a malefactor, Saviour Divine. Search me, O my God, and try me, Cleanse my inmost will; Give to me, if men misjudge me, Patience sweet and still. Mark xiv. 71. 3 A.M. Peter hath denied Thee—wilder Rise the waters deep— Smitten by Thine eyes of pity He hath fled to weep. Make me strong, and true and faithful, All my strength in Thee; When my faithless steps would wander, Look Thou, Lord, on me. Mark xv. 5. 4 A.M. Silent midst the false accusers, Thou the Witness true; Proud, false lips revile and sentence Him they never knew. I, the guilty one, acquitted By Thy lips Divine; Thine the curse and condemnation, Life and glory mine. Mark xv. 19. 5 A.M. Lo! they mock Thee, spit upon Thee, Smite the Face of God; I shall stand in shining raiment, Whitened in Thy Blood— Stand before Thy Throne of judgment Faultless, glad, and free; Grant me love to men who hate me As Thy love to me. John xix. 9. 6 A.M. As a sheep before her shearers Dumb and still art Thou; For the kingdom and the glory Are not given Thee now. Not for me the courts enchanted Of the world’s delight— With Thee in Thy palace gardens I shall walk in white. John xix. 16. 7 A.M. Dragged from Thy belovèd city, Zion’s holy hill, Mirth of fools and song of drunkards, Thou art silent still. Silently, O Lord, I follow In that path of shame, Thy reproach and Thy dishonour Glory of my name. John xviii. 40. 8 A.M. Thou, the Prince of Life, rejected, And the murderer claimed; Stripped and scourged by hands ungentle, Mocked by tongues untamed— Strip from me, Lord, self’s foul raiment, Clothe me with Thine own; I am fit for courts of Heaven, Clad in Christ alone. John xix. 2. 9 A.M With the crown of thorns they crown Thee, Scornfully they bow; On the Father’s throne in glory Thou art seated now. Mighty God, I bow before Thee, Thee, the Saviour King; Here, my joy to love and suffer; There, to love and sing. John xix. 5. 10 A.M. Mocked and spit upon, and bleeding, Pilate leads Thee forth; In Thy face they see no beauty, In Thy Blood no worth. O despised and humble Jesus, What, compared with Thee, Are the glory and the beauty Of all worlds to me. John xix. 16. 11 A.M. Sentence passed on Thee, the guiltless By a sinner’s tongue— I before Thy throne am speechless I, who did the wrong. By Thy holy lips acquitted, Wondering, I go free— Past for me are death and judgment, Crucified with Thee. John xix. 17, 18. NOON. Thou must bear Thy cross, Lord Jesus, With the robbers twain— Wearied, bleeding, and forsaken In Thy shame and pain. Taking up my cross I follow, All my glory this, With Thee here to toil and suffer, Thy reproach my bliss. Luke xxiii. 33. Lo! unto the cross they nail Thee, Bitter gall prepare, Those all-holy lips to moisten, Praying for them there. When that wounded hand shall sweetly Pass that cup to me, May it all the world embitter, Leave me naught but Thee. Luke xxiii. 43; John xix. 25-27. Hanging in Thy shame and anguish, Words of love and grace Welcome the forgiven felon To Thy Holiest place— Guide Thy mother, broken-hearted, To a home of rest— Comfort him, who yester even Lay upon Thy Breast. Matt. xxvii. 46; John xix. 30. In Thy direst need forsaken, Now the work is done— Thou dost bow Thy Head to welcome Me, Thy wandering one— Bend to kiss Thine own, Thy ransomed— In that kiss to die— My Belovèd, Thine for ever, Thine alone am I. John xix. 34. 4 P.M. From Thy side the blood and water Flow to cleanse my sin— Rent the mystic veil of Heaven; I have entered in. Heart of love, to sinners open, Place where God can meet His beloved, His priest anointed At His mercy seat. John xix. 41. 5 P.M. New the grave wherein Thou liest Wound in linen fine— I an old cold grave have found Thee, This poor heart of mine. So shall that dark grave be glorious, New, and pure, and fair; I shall worship Thee for ever In Thy glory there. Scripture: John 13:5 Languages: English

The Beloved

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #66 (1899) First Line: Dew abundant from the depths divine Lyrics: Dew abundant from the depths divine, O sweet white Flower, pure as mountain snow, O precious Fruit of that celestial Flower, O Ransom from the everlasting woe— Thou holy sacrifice for sins of men, The gift that the eternal Father gave— O Dew of life, by Thee I live again, By Thee Who camest down to seek and save. I see Thee small in low and humble guise, And me Thou seest, great in shame and sin— Lord, I would be Thy daily sacrifice, Though I am worthless, vile, and foul within. Yet into that mean cup Thy grace will pour The love that overflows for evermore. Languages: English

The Lamb of God

Author: T. S. M. Hymnal: HTS2 #67 (1899) First Line: Lamb, Thy white-robed people feeding Lyrics: Lamb, Thy white-robed people feeding ’Neath the shadowing wings— Lamb, Thy weary, thirsty leading, To the living springs. Once upon the altar bleeding, Now on God’s high throne— Unto Thee salvation, glory, Lamb of God, alone. We before the throne in Heaven Day and night adore Thee, the Lamb, amongst us dwelling Now, and evermore! Lo, we hunger not and thirst not, Nor can sun or heat Smite us in Thy rest and shadow Deep, and still, and sweet. Days and nights of lonely sorrow, Long and changeful years, Tell but of the Hand most tender, Wiping all our tears. For our robes, so white, so radiant, Witness as they shine Of the Sacred Blood that washed us, Thine, O Lamb Divine. Languages: English

The Great Unknown

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #68 (1899) First Line: Why dost Thou pass unheeded Lyrics: Why dost Thou pass unheeded, Treading with piercèd feet The halls of the kingly palace, The busy street? Oh marvellous in Thy beauty, Crowned with the light of God, Why fall they not down to worship Where Thou has trod? Why are Thy hands extended Beseeching whilst men pass by With their empty words and their laughter, Yet passing on to die? Unseen, unknown, unregarded, Calling and waiting yet— They hear Thy knock and they tremble— They hear, and they forget. And Thou in the midst art standing Of old and for ever the same— Thou hearest their songs and their jesting, But not Thy Name. The thirty-three years forgotten Of the weary way Thou hast trod— Thou art but a name unwelcome, O Saviour God! Yet amongst the highways and hedges, Amongst the lame and the blind, The poor and the maimed and the outcast, Still dost Thou seek and find— There by the wayside lying The eyes of Thy love can see The wounded, the naked, the dying, Too helpless to come to Thee. So art Thou watching and waiting Till the wedding is furnished with guests— And the last of the sorrowful singeth, And the last of the weary rests. Languages: English

Transformed

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #70 (1899) First Line: Dark lay the plain, a tangled wilderness Lyrics: Dark lay the plain, a tangled wilderness, And dark the mountains in the mists afar— A land of darkness where no order is, Nor moon, nor star— There was the line of drear confusion drawn, The stones of emptiness lay wide and bare, As though the ancient peoples of the dawn Lay buried there. There did the wild beasts of the desert meet The creatures from the waste and lonely isles— And there did nameless shadows glide and fleet Through ruined piles. There in the mouldered palaces there spread The nettles, and the brambles and the thorn; Now and again there brake the silence dread Some cry forlorn. And now and yet again a pallid light, A magic gleam from out the darkness shone— And then into a deeper, drearier night It wandered on. And he who dwells there dwelleth all alone, All unaware of those who wander by; They unto him, and he to them unknown, They live and die. Know’st thou the land? the land where wandered first The two who could remember Paradise— The land of hunger, and of quenchless thirst, Of tear-worn eyes. Know’st thou the land? too early known—too well, Though veiled awhile in childhood’s golden haze; But bare and drear when past the song and spell, The infant days. Thy land, O soul, thy fatherland of old— The far, far country thou didst choose for thee; Choose, rather than the palaces of gold, Where God must be. * * * * * * The wilderness, the solitary place, No more are sad— Are lit with radiance of His glorious Face— The wastes are glad; They blossom as the roses thousand-fold, They sing and they rejoice; The glory of the mighty cedars old, The summer’s voice, The fresh green pastures, and the waters still From fountains fed, Where far aloft upon God’s holy hill The Angels tread— These, where the ancient land of darkness lay, Lie still and fair; The eyes unsealed to that eternal Day Behold Him there. Amidst the wilderness the waters flow, The streams for ever spring; Beside them in their raiment white as snow The ransomed sing. They pass along with music and with song, And joy their diadem— To God’s fair city wends the glorious throng, And Jesus walks with them. Know’st thou the Way? the one Highway of God That leads therein? The pathway of the Lamb’s most precious blood Who bore thy sin? Know’st thou the Way? the glorious Way He made Through death’s deep sea? O Lamb of God, I bless the love that laid My sins on Thee. Languages: English

Light and Sound

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #73 (1899) First Line: Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealed Lyrics: Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealed Behold Thee now— In sudden radiance to my soul revealed, Light, sight, art Thou. One moment—and the night has passed away, Unbarred the prison; And I pass forth to God’s eternal day, The dead arisen. One moment—and I see Thy glorious Face Look down on me, Unutterable love that fills all space, Where’er I be. Here, nearer than myself, and far away And everywhere, Thou shinest, Light of that celestial day, “The Lord is there.” Thou showest me the land of living springs, The land that lies Beneath the shadow of Thy mighty wings, The glory of Thine eyes. And all is lit with love that hath no end, Illimitable love— Wherein for ever wheresoe’er I wend I live and move. Such, O my God, that moment of delight— The sudden light that shone Upon the fields of Bethlehem at night— Thou givest me Thy Son. * * * * * And now the silence of the dead is past; My ears have heard The voice of Him who is the First and Last, The living Word. But not in one short moment hath He told His heart to me, The everlasting love that was of old, That evermore shall be. My ears have heard the first entrancing chord Of that unending song, The joyful psalm, the music of the Lord, So sweet, so long. The song that through the everlasting days The Lord’s belovèd hears; His Light has filled illimitable space, His Voice, eternal years. O glorious moment of the opened eyes, Himself revealed! O endless years of songs of Paradise For ears unsealed! Scripture: 2 Chronicles 7:6 Languages: English

There is a Day of rest before thee

Author: J. S. Kunth, d. 1700 Hymnal: HTS2 #76 (1899) Lyrics: There is a Day of rest before thee— Thou weary soul, arise and shine. Awhile the clouds hung darkly o’er thee, Awhile the captive’s chains were thine. Behold, the Lamb of God will lead thee To still green pastures round the throne; Cast off thy burden, rise and speed thee, For soon the battle storm is done— For soon the weary race is past, And thou shalt rest in Love at last. God ’stablished ere the days of Heaven Rest, gentle rest, for evermore— Men long have wept, and toiled, and striven But rest was ordered long before. For this the Saviour left the skies, The Home beyond the thousand suns— He stretches forth His hands and cries, “Come, come to Me, ye weary ones! Ye long have laboured, come and rest, Lie still, belovèd, on My breast.” Then come, ye sorrowful and weary. Ye heavy laden, come to Him, From desert places lone and dreary, With fainting heart and aching limb; For ye have borne the heat of day, And now the hour of rest is come; To you the Lord doth call and say, “My people, I will be your Home; Fear not for devil, world, and sin, But saved and pardoned, enter in.” Come in, the sheaves of glory bringing, The seed-time of our tears is past, More sweet than dreams of joy the singing That fills our Father’s house at last. And grief and fear, and death and pain, Are fled, and are forgotten things; We see the Lamb that once was slain, He leads us to the living springs; Himself He wipes our tears away— Such blessedness words cannot say. The day of deep refreshing dawneth; No sun lights on us, and no heat; No longer is there one who mourneth, And there the hearts long severed meet— And God Himself shall be with them; They who the weary desert trod, Shall be a royal Diadem For ever in the Hand of God; All hail! thou glorious Sabbath day When toil and strife are past away! And peace is round us as a river, And glory as a flowing stream; With Christ our Lord we dwell for ever, For ever lean in love on Him. Oh give me wings to flee away Afar into that holy home! Why seek we still on earth to stay? The Spirit and the Bride say “Come!” Arise! Salvation draweth near The everlasting Sabbath year. Languages: English

The Breath of God

Author: G. Ter Steegen, d. 1769 Hymnal: HTS2 #79 (1899) First Line: Thou Breath from still eternity Lyrics: Thou Breath from still eternity Breathe o’er my spirit’s barren land— The pine-tree and the myrtle-tree Shall spring amidst the desert sand; And where Thy living water flows The waste shall blossom as the rose. May I in will and deed and word Obey Thee as a little child; And keep me in Thy love, my Lord, For ever holy, undefiled; Within me teach, and strive, and pray, Lest I should choose my own wild way. O Spirit, Stream that by the Son Is opened to us crystal pure, Forth flowing from the heavenly Throne To waiting hearts and spirits poor, Athirst and weary do I sink Beside Thy waters, there to drink. My spirit turns to Thee and clings, All else forsaking, unto Thee; Forgetting all created things, Remembering only “God in me.” O living Stream; O gracious rain, None wait for Thee, and wait in vain. Languages: English

The Will of God

Author: G. Ter Steegen Hymnal: HTS2 #80 (1899) First Line: Thou sweet beloved Will of God Lyrics: Thou sweet beloved Will of God, My anchor ground, my fortress hill, The Spirit’s silent fair abode, In Thee I hide me and am still. O Will, that willest good alone, Lead Thou the way, Thou guidest best; A silent child, I follow on, And trusting, lean upon Thy Breast. God’s Will doth make the bitter sweet, And all is well when it is done; Unless His Will doth hallow it, The glory of all joy is gone. Self, Sense, and Reason, they may scorn That hidden way that leads on high— Still be my deepest will uptorn, And so the power of Nature die. And if in gloom I see Thee not, I lean upon Thy love unknown— In me Thy blessed Will is wrought, If I will nothing of my own. O spirit of a little child, Of will bereft, untroubled, pure, I seek thy glory undefiled; Lord, take my will, Thy love is sure. O Will of God, my soul’s desire, My Bread of life in want and pain; O Will of God, my guiding fire, Unite my will to Thine again. O Will, in me Thy work be done, For time, and for eternity— Give joy or sorrow, all are one To that blest soul that loveth Thee. Languages: English

The Victory of the Lamb

Author: J. Heerman, d. 1647 Hymnal: HTS2 #82 (1899) First Line: I go from grief and sighing, the valley and the clod Lyrics: I go from grief and sighing, the valley and the clod, To join the chosen people in the palaces of God— There sounds no cry of battle amidst the shadowing palms, But the mighty song of victory, and glorious golden psalms. The army of the conquerors, a palm in every hand, In robes of state and splendour, in rest eternal stand; Those marriage robes of glory, the righteousness of God— He bought them for His people with His most precious Blood. The Lamb of God has saved them from Hell’s deep sea of fire— The Lamb of God adorns them in spotless white attire; The Lamb of God presents them as Kings in crowns of light— As Priests in God’s own temple to serve Him day and night. Salvation, strength, and wisdom to Him whose works and ways Are wonderful and glorious—eternal is His praise: The Lamb Who died and liveth, alive for evermore, The Saviour Who redeemed us, for ever we adore. Languages: English

The City that Hath Foundations

Author: J. M. Meyfart, d. 1642 Hymnal: HTS2 #84 (1899) First Line: Jerusalem! thou glorious City-height Lyrics: Jerusalem! thou glorious City-height, Oh might I enter in! My spirit wearieth for thy love and light, Amidst this world of sin— Far over the dark mountains, The moorlands cold and grey, She looketh with sad longing, And fain would flee away. O fair sweet day! and hour yet more fair When wilt thou come to me? My spirit, safe within my Saviour’s care Made glad, and pure, and free— And calmly, surely trusting His faithful loving Hand, Shall she be led in safety To Heaven, her Fatherland. One moment! Ere she is aware, she treads The glorious shore that lies Beyond the stars, beyond the midnight shades, Beyond the stormy skies,— The chariot of Elijah, The shining angel throng Shall bear her through the Heavens, With triumph and with song. O City beautiful! Thy light appears— The gates by grace set wide— The Home for which through long, long exile years, My weary spirit sighed— The false and empty shadows, The life of sin, are past— God gives me mine inheritance, The land of life at last. But who are they that come—the glorious ones, As stars along the way— A royal diadem of pleasant stones? My Lord’s elect are they: He sent them forth to meet me, Where dark with mist of fears, The land of gloom lay round me. My distant land of tears. The Patriarchs and Saints of olden days, The Christians all unknown, Who bore the heat of persecution blaze, Or nameless Cross alone— I see them crowned with glory, And shining from afar; To them the Lord their Saviour, Has given the Morning-Star. Oh when at last I reach that City fair, That beauteous Paradise, To sing unto the Love that led me there, Eternal melodies, Then only can I give Thee The praises that are meet, With Hallelujah thunder, With psaltery clear and sweet. Before the emerald encircled throne, The thousand choirs fall; Their song of praises echoing ever on Through Heaven’s high palace hall. The throng that none can number, Of every race and tongue, Join like the mighty waters In that eternal Song. Languages: English

The Welcome

Author: E. Neumeister, d. 1756 Hymnal: HTS2 #87 (1899) First Line: Sinners Jesus will receive Lyrics: Sinners Jesus will receive— Say this word of grace to all Who the heavenly pathway leave. All who linger, all who fall!— This can bring them back again, Christ receiveth sinful men. Shepherds seek their wandering sheep O’er the mountains bleak and cold— Jesus such a watch doth keep O’er the lost ones of His fold— Seeking them o’er moor and fen; Christ receiveth sinful men. Come, and He will give you rest; Sorrow stricken, sin defiled— He can make the sinfullest God the Father’s blessed child; Trust Him, for His word is plain, Christ receiveth sinful men. Sick, and sorrowful, and blind, I with all my sins draw nigh; O my Saviour, Thou canst find Help for sinners such as I. Speak that word of love again, Christ receiveth sinful men. Yea, my soul is comforted. For Thy Blood hath washed away All my sins though crimson red, And I stand in white array— Purged from every spot and stain— Christ receiveth sinful men. Now my heart condemns me not, Pure before the Law I stand; He who cleansed me from all spot Satisfied its last demand; Who shall dare accuse me then? Christ receiveth sinful men. Christ receiveth sinful men— Even me with all my sin; Openeth to me Heaven again, With Him I may enter in. Death hath no more sting nor pain, Christ receiveth sinful men. Languages: English

Thy Hidden Ones

Author: C. F. Richter, d. 1711 Hymnal: HTS2 #89 (1899) First Line: All fair within those Children of the light Lyrics: All fair within those Children of the light, Though dark their brows beneath the desert sun; Mysterious joys, far hidden from all sight, The King of Glory giveth to each one— No thought of man has pictured them, No hand may touch that diadem; Within God’s light His own abide With hidden glory glorified. To earthly eyes they are as Adam’s race— They wear the earthly form, and scars of pain, On them as on all sinners leave their trace; Their outward needs are those of other men. And theirs the forms of earthly life, Theirs sleeping, waking, want, and strife, Yet this they have that they despise What fairest seems to earthly eyes. And inwardly their life is from above, The Lord’s Almighty Word hath quickened them; Flames kindled from the everlasting Love, The children of the New Jerusalem; Their brethren are the Saints in light, And songs of sweetness infinite They sing with them to God Most High, A deep and wondrous melody. They walk upon the earth, and dwell in Heaven, Though powerless, guard the world with arms unseen; Deep peace to them in midst of strife is given, And all they wish they have, though poor and mean. Storms beat them, but may not destroy, Fast rooted in eternal joy; They walk as in the shade of death, Yet living on in silent faith. When Christ their Life shall be made manifest, When He shall come with all His power to rule, Their glory, hidden long, shall be confessed; Arise and shine! O bright and beautiful! With Christ ye shall ascend on high, Victorious in His victory— The hidden light shall shine afar, Each saint an everlasting star. Rejoice, thou Earth! Be glad, O field and hill, That ye are for a little while their home; The Lord Jehovah thus doth set His seal In token of His blessing yet to come. And when to make His diadem He bringeth forth each hidden gem, He then shall hear thy weary sighs, The earth shall be as Paradise. Thou hidden Life of faithful souls—Thou Light Of that mysterious inner world of thought, Oh give us grace to follow Thee aright, From cross and toil and sorrow shrinking not; Content to be but little known, Content to wander on alone; Here—hidden inwardly in Thee; There—Light in thine own Light to be. Languages: English

The Blessed Hope

Hymnal: HTS2 #92 (1899) First Line: In faith we sing this song of thankfulness Lyrics: In faith we sing this song of thankfulness For that deep comfort Christ’s belovèd share; The blessed Hope of everlasting peace, The Home in God’s high glory bright and fair; Awhile we wander in the wilderness, But that eternal Home awaits us there. True is it that no heart may comprehend The glory God prepareth for His own, And what will happen when this age shall end; But yet in vision Jesus hath made known How fair and holy shall His Church descend, Lit up with light of precious jasper stone. And He shall give her honour in that day, For unto Him all power and might are given; In soul and body, freed from earth’s decay, Her mortal semblance purified and shriven, Shall she put on her beautiful array Of new eternal Life, He brought from Heaven. And Heaven and Earth, and all created things, In wondrous beauty then shall be restored; And we shall rest from all our wanderings, Partakers of the nature of our Lord, And made to God our Father priests and kings, In light whereto the Angels never soared. And He shall make His Church all heavenly fair, With gold and pearls, and every radiant stone, And reign in Holiness and Glory there, And shine as suns and stars have never shone; And He shall lead His Bride, His Joy and Care, With blissful singing to His Father’s throne. With eyes undimmed shall she her God behold, Behold Him face to face, and walk by sight, Not trusting only, as in days of old, But seeing with her eyes eternal Light. The great Salvation mystery shall unfold In that high vision of Love infinite. And then the Saints shall rest in victory, Their weary battle-day is at an end; Amidst the Holy Angels joy shall be, That we and they can love as friend and friend; We weep no more, for one with Christ are we, In oneness love alone may comprehend. And then shall be the blest Communion, Of God’s dear children meeting from afar; Within His burning Love they blend as one, Yet each, according as His counsels are, Shall have peculiar glory of his own, As one star differeth from another star. And God is all in all in that great day, And He is their exceeding great Reward; Their stream of Life, their beautiful array, Their food, their joy, their radiance, Christ the Lord: The music of their wondrous song shall say, How great the joy that passeth thought or word. And this is that eternal life of Heaven, Laid up with Christ in God, the mystery Of Resurrection Life which He hath given: A Fount of living waters full and free; A Life by which the gates of death are riven, A Life which on the throne of Christ shall be. And here in this waste wilderness begun, So soon as we believe in Christ aright, And quickened by the Spirit of the Son, Receive Him as our only Life and Light, As all the branches in the Vine are one, So we are one for ever in His sight. Now come Thou quickly, Jesus, from above, Do Thou sustain us on the desert road, And draw us after Thee by might of love, Our Fatherland art Thou, O Love of God: Once safe in Thee, no more shall we remove, O Thou our everlasting sure abode. Languages: English

My High Tower

Author: Paul Gerhardt, d. 1676 Hymnal: HTS2 #96 (1899) First Line: Is God for me? I fear not, though all against me rise Lyrics: Is God for me? I fear not, though all against me rise; I call on Christ my Saviour, the host of evil flies. My friend the Lord Almighty, and He who loves me, God, What enemy shall harm me, though coming as a flood? I know it, I believe it, I say it fearlessly, That God, the Highest, Mightiest, for ever loveth me; At all times, in all places, He standeth at my side, He rules the battle fury, the tempest and the tide. A Rock that stands for ever is Christ my Righteousness, And there I stand unfearing in everlasting bliss; No earthly thing is needful to this my life from Heaven, And nought of love is worthy, save that which Christ has given. Christ, all my praise and glory, my Light most sweet and fair, The ship wherein He saileth is scatheless everywhere; In Him I dare be joyful, a hero in the war, The judgment of the sinner affrighteth me no more. There is no condemnation, there is no hell for me, The torment and the fire my eyes shall never see; For me there is no sentence, for me has death no stings, Because the Lord Who saved me shall shield me with His wings. Above my soul’s dark waters His Spirit hovers still, He guards me from all sorrow, from terror and from ill; In me He works and blesses the life-seed He has sown, From Him I learn the Abba, that prayer of faith alone. And if in lonely places, a fearful child, I shrink, He prays the prayers within me I cannot ask or think; In deep unspoken language, known only to that Love Who fathoms the heart’s mystery from the Throne of Light above. His Spirit to my spirit sweet words of comfort saith, How God the weak one strengthens who leans on Him in faith; How He hath built a City, of love, and light, and song, Where the eye at last beholdeth what the heart had loved so long. And there is mine inheritance, my kingly palace-home; The leaf may fall and perish, not less the spring will come; As wind and rain of winter, our earthly sighs and tears, Till the golden summer dawneth of the endless Year of years. The world may pass and perish, Thou, God, wilt not remove— No hatred of all devils can part me from Thy Love; No hungering nor thirsting, no poverty nor care, No wrath of mighty princes can reach my shelter there. No Angel, and no Heaven, no throne, nor power, nor might, No love, no tribulation, no danger, fear, nor fight, No height, no depth, no creature that has been or can be, Can drive me from Thy bosom, can sever me from Thee. My heart in joy upleapeth, grief cannot linger there— While singing high in glory amidst the sunshine fair; The source of all my singing is high in Heaven above; The Sun that shines upon me is Jesus and His Love. Languages: English

The Land of Promise

Author: Gertrude of Hellfde, d. 1330 Hymnal: HTS2 #101 (1899) First Line: It was as if upon His breast Lyrics: It was as if upon His breast He laid His piercèd hand, And said “To thee, beloved and blest, I give this goodly land.” O Land of fountains and of deeps, Of God’s exhaustless store— O blessed Land, where he who reaps Shall never hunger more— O summer Land, for ever fair With God’s unfading flowers; O Land, where spices fill the air, And songs the golden towers— O Land of safety, Land of home, Of God my Father’s kiss, To Thee, O glorious Land, I come, My heritage of bliss. Lord, not through works of righteousness, The works that I have done, But through the glory of Thy grace, The merit of Thy Son, To me this goodly Land is given, The heart of Christ to me— My Home, my Blessedness, my Heaven; My God, I worship Thee. Languages: English

The Friend

Author: Gertrude of Hellfde, d. 1330 Hymnal: HTS2 #102 (1899) First Line: It thus befell me on a day Lyrics: It thus befell me on a day When gladsome was the month of May, I sat alone in pleasant thought Beside the fish-pond in the court; Above me spread the lindens tall, And deep-blue heavens were over all, How dear is that old court to me! So sunny, still, and fair to see— The water flowing clear and bright, And many a tree with blossoms dight, And singing birds, and doves that fly All white across the summer sky; And there, of all delights the best, The blessed stillness and the rest. Then thought I, “All is fair and sweet— What need I more in my retreat, In sooth that this still hour may be As dew from Heaven that falls on me? So were it, if there came from Heaven A faithful friend and dear, Whose words should be a dew to me Of comfort and of cheer. Then I should grow as lilies sweet That in God’s garden are, Whose strange and wondrous odours greet Some wandering soul afar.” Then answered, ere I was aware, The Voice beloved and true— The blessed Friend from Heaven was there, My Sunshine and my Dew; The Fountain for the souls that thirst, The cup that runneth o’er— The Lord Who gives the longing first, Then stills it evermore— He told me of the River bright That flows from Him to me, That I might be for His delight A fair and fruitful tree. He told me that as doves that rise Far through the golden light, So He would lead me through the skies In raiment pure and white. That as the still fair court to me Afar from strife and din, So unto Him my heart should be, And He would rest therein. And when the evening shadows fell, And all was silent in my cell, And on my knees I knelt and prayed To Him Who is my Sun and Shade, There came to me that saying deep, “Who loveth Me, My words will keep. And him My Father loveth well, And We will come with him to dwell.” Yea, Lord, through Thy most precious Blood, Am I the resting-place of God. Languages: English

More than Heaven

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #105 (1899) First Line: Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father Lyrics: Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father Tells His heart to me— Jesus, God Who made the Heavens, Made the earth to be— Jesus, Lamb of God once offered For the guilt of men, In the Heavens interceding Till Thou come again— Jesus, once by God abandoned, Smitten, cursed for me, Sentenced at the throne of judgment, Dying on the tree— Jesus, risen and ascended, On the Father’s throne, All the Heaven of Heavens resounding With Thy Name alone— There, beholding Thee, forgetting Sorrow, sin, and care, Know I not that earth is darkened; Nor that Heaven is fair— Songs and psalteries of Heaven Hushed the while I hear Thy beloved Voice that speaketh, Sweet, and still, and near; That entrancing Song that ever Thou shalt sing alone— Joy that Thou hast sought and found me, Won me for Thine own. Barred to me that Heavenly Eden Till the flaming Sword, In God’s righteous wrath uplifted, Smote Thee, O my Lord. Led within those gates unguarded, Paradise is mine; But the glory and the beauty Is that love of Thine. Therefore, O my Lord, I reckon All things else as loss; More than Heaven itself is precious, Memory of Thy Cross. More than Heaven itself Thou givest In the desert now, For the crown of my rejoicing, Jesus, Lord, art Thou. Languages: English

Twilight

Author: J. A. Freylinghausen, d. 1739 Hymnal: HTS2 #107 (1899) First Line: The day is gone—my soul looks on Lyrics: The day is gone—my soul looks on To that eternal Day, When all our sorrow, all our sin, Have fled and passed away. The golden sun is sunk and gone, Thou Light of Heaven above, Thou Glory of eternal day, My sunshine is Thy love. Each living thing lies slumbering From care and labour free; May I, O Lord, be still and watch Thy hidden work in me. But when shall cease the changefulness Of morning and of night? Then when the Glory of the Lord Is our eternal Light. No cloud shall come, no evening gloom On Salem shall descend; The Lord her everlasting Day, Her mourning at an end. All praise to Thee! Oh there to be Amidst that music-flood! The many waters echoing round The golden shores of God. O Jesus mine, Thou Rest divine, Lead me to Zion’s height, Where I, with all Thy ransomed ones, Shall walk with Thee in white. Languages: English

Anchored

Author: J. A. Rothe, d. 1758 Hymnal: HTS2 #109 (1899) First Line: My soul hath found the steadfast ground Lyrics: My soul hath found the steadfast ground, There ever shall my anchor hold— That ground is in my Saviour Christ, Before the world was from of old— And that sure ground shall be my stay, When Heaven and Earth shall pass away. That ground is Thine Eternal Love, Thy Love that through all ages burns— The open arms of mercy stretched To meet the sinner who returns; The Love that calleth everywhere, If men will hear or will forbear. God willeth not we should be lost, He wills to save the sons of men; For this His Son came down from Heaven, For this returned to Heaven again; For this He standeth at the door, He knocketh, waiteth, evermore— Unseen, unheard, He calleth yet; Rejected, still He waits to bless— The Shepherd never will forget His lost sheep in the wilderness; Though far as east from west they stray, He seeketh them by night and day. O deep, deep sea, where all our sins By God are cast, and found no more! There is no condemnation now, The Lord hath healed our deadly sore; Because the voice of Jesu’s Blood Still cries for mercy unto God. In that deep sea of love I sink In perfect peace and endless rest, And when my sins condemn my soul, Cling closer to my Saviour’s breast— For there I find, go when I will, Unchanging love and mercy still. Languages: English

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