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I
Like the beams that from the sun,
Pierce the blackness of the night,
Come to us, O Promised One,
Spirit, Light.
II
Pure as saints who have attained,
Clad in brightness for attire,
Cleanse our souls by vileness stained,
Spirit, Fire.
III
Stronger than uplifted arm
In the tumult of the fight,
Save our timid souls from harm,
Spirit, Might.
IV
Soothing as the calm that falls
When the winds and billows cease,
Comfort us when fear appals,
Spirit, Peace.
V
Come, O Gracious Spirit, come,
We would have Thee for our Guest,
Make our souls Thy chosen home,
Spirit, Blest.
Hymns from the Morningland, 1911
First Line: | Like the beams that from the sun |
Translator: | John Brownlie |
Meter: | 7.7.7.3 |
Language: | English |
Instances (1 - 2 of 2) | Title | First Line | Tune | Tune Key | Author | Meter | Scripture | Date | Subject | Source | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() |
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Hymns from the Morningland #27 | Like the beams that from the sun | Like the beams that from the sun | John Brownlie | 7,7,7,3 | 1911 | ![]() | |||||||||||
Hymns of the Russian Church: being translations, centos, and suggestions from the Greek office books with an introduction #57 | Like the beams that from the sun | Like the beams that from the sun | John Brownlie | 7,7,7,3 | 1920 | ![]() | ![]() |