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Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears

Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears

Translator: John Brownlie
Published in 1 hymnal

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Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears,
Ere earth and sky the rule of night disown;
Where rise in bright array the gilded spears
That thrust the ebon monarch from his throne;
Lord of the hills! Who art the Lord of Light,
When morning dawns, dispel my inward night.

Lord of the hills, where massive strength abides,
From age to age, broad based, and towering high;
Where thunders roll, and livid lightning glides,
And storms descend from cloud-enmantled sky;
Lord of the hills! Who art the Lord of Strength,
Frail, I would find my power in Thee at length.

Lord of the hills, where hope aspiring wings
Her course to heaven, from peaks that heavenward rise,
Looks down in wonder on the clouds, and sings
Of cloudless realms beyond the farthest skies;
Lord of the hills! with hope my soul inspire,
To leave my earth-bound hopes, and mount to higher.

Lord of the hills! O Christ, Thou art my Light,
My darkened soul like morning to illume;
Lord of the hills! O Christ, Thou art my might,
To vanquish death, and triumph o'er the tomb;
Lord of the hills! my hope when sore distressed,
My soul looks up to Thee, and finds her rest.

Translator: John Brownlie

Brownlie, John, was born at Glasgow, Aug. 6, 1859, and was educated at Glasgow University, and at the Free Church College in the same city. In 1884 he was licensed by the Presbytery of Glasgow; in 1885 he became Assistant Minister of the Free Church, Portpatrick, and on the death of the Senior Minister in 1890 he entered upon the full charge of the Church there. He has interested himself in educational matters, became a Member of the local School Board in 1888, a governor of Stranraer High School in 1897, and Chairman of the governors in 1901. His hymnological works are:— 1. The Hymns and Hymnwriters of the [Scottish] Church Hymnary, 1899. This is a biographical, historical, and critical companion to that hymnal, and is well done and… Go to person page >

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First Line: Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears
Translator: John Brownlie
Language: English