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Little Travelers Zionward
Author: James Edmeston Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Appears in 136 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Little travelers Zionward
Each one entering into rest,
In the kingdom of your Lord,
In the mansions of the blest:
There, to welcome, Jesus waits,
Gives the crown His followers win;
Lift your heads, ye golden gates,
Let the little travelers in!
2. Who are they whose little feet,
Pacing life’s dark journey through,
Now have reached the heavenly seat
They had ever kept in view?
I from Greenland’s frozen land,
I from India’s sultry plain,
I from Africa’s barren sand,
I from islands of the main.
3. All our earthly journey past,
Every tear and pain gone by,
Here together met at last,
At the portal of the sky.
Each the welcome Come! awaits,
Conquerors over death and sin;
Lift your heads, ye golden gates,
Let the little travellers in. Used With Tune: ENNIUS Text Sources: Infant Breathings, 1846, number 25
Little Travelers Zionward
Pilgrim, Burdened with Thy Sin
Author: George Crabbe Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Appears in 122 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin,
Come the way to Zion’s gate:
There, till mercy lets thee in,
Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait.
Knock—He knows the sinner’s cry;
Weep—He loves the mourner’s tears;
Watch, for saving grace is nigh;
Wait, till heavenly light appears.
2. Hark, it is the Bridegroom’s voice:
Welcome, pilgrim to thy rest!
Now within the gate rejoice,
Safe, and sealed, and bought, and blest
Safe, from all the lures of vice;
Sealed, by signs the chosen know;
Bought by love, and life the price;
Blest, the mighty debt to owe.
3. Holy pilgrim, what for thee
In a world like this remain?
From thy guarded breast shall flee
Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain;
Fear, the hope of Heav’n shall fly;
Shame, from glory’s view retire;
Doubt, in certain rapture die;
Pain, in endless bliss expire. Used With Tune: ENNIUS Text Sources: The Parish Register, 1807
Pilgrim, Burdened with Thy Sin
Pueblo Del Eterno Dios
Author: James Montgomery Appears in 2 hymnals Used With Tune: [Pueblo del eterno Dios]
Pueblo Del Eterno Dios
Hark, the song of jubilee
Author: James Montgomery Appears in 446 hymnals Used With Tune: ENNIUS
Hark, the song of jubilee
Stillness Reigns
Author: John Bowring Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Stillness reigns—the vapors steal Lyrics: 1 Stillness reigns—the vapors steal
Slowly down the mountain’s brow,
And the evening shadows veil
Nature’s face of brightness now;
Flowers put off their glorious dress,
All the morning smiles are fled,
Earth is wrapped in loneliness,
And the silence of the dead.
2 Thus beneath the hand of God
Nature wakes and sleeps; but still
All obedient to His nod,
All submissive to His will.
So we flourish, so we fade;
Drinking now life’s cup of joy,
Now on nature’s bosom laid,
Treasured for eternity.
3 All is mortal but the soul,
Whose undying energy
Spurns the fettering world’s control,
And upsoars, my God, to Thee.
When life’s evening twilight shrouds
All our thoughts with care and gloom,
When Thy sunshine breaks the clouds
Gathered o’er the wintry tomb.
4 Desolate the path appears
To the dim and distant eye;
Yet that path of darkness bears
Flowers of immortality.
O’er it shine eternal lamps;
And the mists so dark that seem,
Are like morning’s chilly damps
Heralding the sunny beam.
5 Father! Thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide;
Every hallowed wish and prayer
Has Thy hand of love supplied;
Thine is every thought of bliss,
Left by hours and days gone by;
Every hope Thine offspring is,
Beaming from futurity.
6 Every sun of splendid ray;
Every moon that shines serene;
Every morn that welcomes day;
Every evening’s twilight scene;
Every hour which wisdom brings;
Every incense at Thy shrine;
These—and all life’s holiest things,
And its fairest—all are Thine.
7 And for all my hymns shall rise,
Daily to Thy gracious throne:
Thither let my asking eyes
Turn unwearied—righteous One!
Thro’ life’s strange vicissitude
There reposing all my care,
Trusting still, thro’ ill and good,
Fixed and cheered and counseled there.
8 All besides is weak indeed,
Dreams of folly—baseless hope;
Earth is but a broken reed:
Heaven the best, the only prop.
Who would live, to raise on earth
Some frail pile of dust—and die?
Man is of immortal birth,
Living for eternity. Used With Tune: ENNIUS Text Sources: Matins and Vespers, 1823
Stillness Reigns
