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Lord, not for light in darkness do we pray
Author: John Drinkwater Appears in 7 hymnals Matching Instances: 5 Used With Tune: STONEY
Lord, not for light in darkness do we pray
Hail To The Morn That Dawns On Eastern Hills
Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.4 Appears in 3 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills,
More radiant far than any earthly morn;
’Tis heavenly light that all creation fills—
The Christ is born.
2 Mystery profound, through all the ages sealed,
Now, to a world all hopeless, and forlorn,
In Bethlehem’s manger is at length revealed—
The Christ is born.
3 Lo, from their watch the herdsmen raise their eyes,
For dazzling light the robe of night had torn,
And angels poured their raptures from the skies—
The Christ is born.
4 Bring ye your gifts of gold and incense rare,
Wise men who come, all travel-stained and worn;
Find ye the Child, and pay your homage there—
The Christ is born.
5 Hail to the morn, the world exulting sings;
Only to Him, in fealty we are sworn,
Lord of our lives, immortal King of kings!—
The Christ is born.
Used With Tune: STONEY Text Sources: Author unknown, ancient Greek; Tr.: Hymns from the Morningland (Paisley: Alexander Gardner, 1911)
Hail To The Morn That Dawns On Eastern Hills
There Is A Spot Of Consecrated Ground
Author: Charlotte Elliott Meter: 10.10.10.4 Appears in 11 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 There is a spot of consecrated ground,
Where brightest hope and holiest joys are found:
’Tis named (and Christians love the well known sound)
The throne of grace.
2 ’Tis here a calm retreat is always found:
Perpetual sunshine gilds the sacred ground;
Pure airs and heavenly odors breathe around
The throne of grace.
3 While on this vantage ground the Christian stands,
His quickened eye a boundless view commands;
Discovers fair abodes not made with hands—
Abodes of peace.
4 Terrestrial objects, disenchanted there,
Lose all their power to dazzle or ensnare;
One only object then seems worth our care—
To win the race.
5 This is the mount where Christ’s disciples see
The glory of the incarnate Deity;
’Tis here they find it good indeed to be,
And view His face.
6 A new creation here begins to rise;
Fruits of the Spirit, flowers of paradise,
Watered from Heaven, in full and sure supplies,
By streams of grace.
7 Towards this blest spot the Spirit bends His ear,
The fervent prayer, the contrite sigh to hear;
To bid the mourner banish every fear,
And go in peace.
8 Here may the comfortless and weary find
One who can cure the sickness of the mind;
One who delights the broken heart to bind—
The Prince of of Peace.
9 Savior! the sinner’s friend, our hope, our all!
Here teach us humbly at Thy feet to fall;
Here on Thy name, with love and faith to call
For pardoning grace.
10 Ne’er let the glory from this spot remove,
Till, numbered with Thy ransomed flock above,
We cease to wait, but never cease to love
The throne of grace. Used With Tune: STONEY Text Sources: Hymns for a Week (London: charles J. Thynne, 1839)
There Is A Spot Of Consecrated Ground
Trust
Author: Hannah J. Lewis, 1816-1885 Meter: 10.10.1.4 Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 First Line: When will the boon for which I daily pray Lyrics: 1 When will the boon for which I daily pray,
Descend with healing on my troubled way,
And chase the shadows from my darkened day?
In God’s good time.
2 If I am sinning in my daily prayer,
If what I ask would prove a curse, a snare,
When shall the whisper come, O soul, beware?
In God’s good time.
3 Till then I battle strong with hope delayed,
And plead with patience for her potent aid:
When shall the strife be o’er, the tempest stayed?
In God’s good time.
4 May I be firm to hope, to trust, to wait,
Earnest but humble at the heav’nly gate,
Through which the good I crave may crown my fate.
In God’s good time.
And should it come not, should the light of years
Go out beneath a flood of blinding tears,
I’ll bide the dawn which soon or late appears.
In God’s good time.
Used With Tune: STONEY Text Sources: The Poetical Works of Mrs. H. J. Lewis (Boston: Cupples, Upham, 1885)
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