Archive for the ‘Pentecost/Ordinary Time 1800s’ Category

Asleep in Jesus! Blessed Sleep   3 comments

Churchyard

Above:  Country Churchyard, Monona County, Iowa, 1940

Photographer = John Vachon (1914-1975)

Image Source = Library of Congress

Reproduction Number = LC-USF34-060720-D

Text (1832) by Margaret Mackay (1802-1887)

Hymn Source = William Gustave Polack, The Handbook to the Lutheran Hymnal (1942), Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America

Margaret Mackay wrote more hymns than this one, but “Asleep in Jesus” is the most popular of her works of that genre.  (I had to consult obscure and long out-of-print sources at archive.org to find other hymns she wrote.)  This hymn debuted in The Amethyst; or Christian’s Annual (1832).  She composed the text after visiting a rural cemetery, that of Pennycross Chapel, or the Chapel of St. Pancras, in Devonshire, England.

Seldom does a hymnal contain all six stanzas.  I have a collection of hymnals old and recent (mostly old).  Usually, when I found this hymn, I found four stanzas–not always the same ones.  Occasionally I located five stanzas on a page.  I had to resort to a hymnal companion volume to find all six stanzas.

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Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep;

A calm and undisturbed repose,

Unbroken by the land of woes.

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Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet

To be for such a slumber meet,

With holy confidence to sing

That death has lost his venomed sting!

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Asleep in Jesus! Peaceful rest,

Whose waking is supremely blest;

No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour

That manifests the Saviour’s power.

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Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me

May such a blissful refuge be!

Securely shall my ashes lie

And wait the summons from on high.

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Asleep in Jesus! Time nor space

Debars this precious “hiding-place”;

On Indian plains or Lapland snows

Believers find the same repose.

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Asleep in Jesus! Far from Thee

Thy kindred and their graves may be;

But there is still a blessed sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep.

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O Son of God, In Co-Eternal Might   3 comments

Holy Trinity Icon Andrei Rublev

Above:  Icon of the Holy Trinity, by Andrei Rublev

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = American Lutheran Hymnal (1930), The American Lutheran Church (1930-1960) and its immediate predecessor bodies

Original German Text by Johann Konrad Wilhelm Loehe (1808-1872)

English Translation (1894) by Harriet Reynolds Krauth Spaeth (1845-1925)

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O Son of God, in co-eternal might,

O Son of Man, clothed in the living light

Of Godhead manifest, in pow’r and glory;

Lord Jesus Christ, Thou sole Desire

That doth Thy longing worshippers inspire,

For Thee alone my spirit yearns in me;

No, bliss I find until I am with Thee.

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The field is golden, flow’rs the meadow strew,

The mountains rise sublime, the skies are blue;

In these the child of earth may well find pleasure;

I too, rejoice in all of them,

But, not content, I want Jerusalem.

Where Thou art throned, thither sets my sail;

Home is not home, except within the veil.

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Angelic legions, in Thy brightness bright,

Gaze on Thy face; my fathers share the sight;

The God-man’s matchless glory is unshrouded,

And from that vision, to the soul

Unmeasured waves of joy supernal roll,

That rise in full and ever fuller tone,

Like ocean surges, to the Lamb’s white throne.

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Then let me go–what further hinders me?–

To mine own folk, the Son of Man to see.

No glance will I; of that majestic beauty

My eager soul would take her fill.

Joy even now, and trembling, thro’ me thrill.

I must away! Thou hast prepared my place;

My spirit panteth, Lord, to see Thy face.

O Jesus, Lamb of God, Thou Art   2 comments

Nativity of St. John the Baptist

Above:  Icon of the Nativity of St. John the Baptist

Image in the Public Domain

A hymn for the Feast of the Nativity of St. John the Baptist (June 24)

Hymn Source = Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal (1880), Evangelical Lutheran Joint Synod of Ohio and Other States (1818-1930)

(The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, contains an altered translation)

Original German Words (Published in 1646) by Bartholomaus Helder (1585-1635)

English Translation (1880) by August Crull (1845-1923)

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1.  O Jesus, Lamb of God, Thou art

The Life and Comfort of my heart.

From wrath I, wretched sinner, flee

With all my many sins to Thee.

2.  O God, my sinfulness is great!

I groan beneath a dreadful weight;

Yet, be Thou merciful, I pray,

And take my guilty curse away.

3.  St. John, the Baptist, biddeth me

To cast my burden, Lamb, on Thee:

Since Thou art come, as Friend indeed,

To succor me and all in need.

4.  Grant that I may amend my ways,

And keep Thy Word throughout my days:

To this end, Lord, abide with me,

And when I die take me to Thee.

‘Tis Good, Lord, To Be Here   4 comments

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Above:  Mt. Hermon, Scene of the Transfiguration

Image Source = Library of Congress

Reproduction Number = LC-DIG-matpc-22609

Hymn Source = The Lutheran Hymnal (1941), Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America

Words (1888) by J. (Joseph) Armitage Robinson (1858-1933)

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1.  ‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,

Thy glory fills the night;

Thy face and garments, like the sun,

Shine with unborrowed light.

2.  ‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,

Thy beauty to behold

Where Moses and Elijah stand,

Thy messengers of old.

3.  Fulfiller of the past,

Promise of things to be,

We hail Thy body glorified

And our redemption see.

4.  Before we taste of death,

We see Thy kingdom come;

We fain would hold the vision bright

And make this hill our home.

5.  ‘Tis good, Lord, to be here.

Yet we may not remain;

But since Thou bidst us leave the mount,

Come with us to the plain.

When Mother Love Makes All Things Bright   3 comments

Adoration of the Shepherds

Above:  The Adoration of the Shepherds, by Andrea Mantegna

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1912), U.S. Congregationalist

Words (1895) by Tudor Jenks (1857-1922)

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1.  When  mother love makes all things bright,

When joy comes with the morning light;

When children gather round their tree,

Thou, Christmas Babe, we sing of thee.

2.  When manhood’s brows are bent in thought

To learn what men of old have taught,

When eager hands seek wisdom’s key,

Wise Temple Child, we learn of thee!

3.  When doubts assail, and perils fright,

When, groping blindly in the night,

We strive to read life’s mystery,

Man of the Mount, we turn to thee!

4.  When shadows of the valley fall,

When sin and death the soul appall,

One light we through the darkness see–

Christ on the Cross, we cry to thee!

5.  And when the world shall pass away,

And dawns at length the perfect day,

In glory shall our souls made free,

Thou God enthroned, then worship thee.

O Christ Our King, Creator, Lord   3 comments

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Above:  Christ the Merciful, Twelfth Century C.E.

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1911), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Original Latin text by St. Gregory the Great (circa 540-604), Bishop of Rome

English Translation (1858) by Ray Palmer (1808-1887), U.S. Congregationalist minister

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1.  O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord,

Saviour of all who trust Thy word,

To them who seek Thee ever near,

Now to our praises bend Thine ear.

2.  In Thy dear cross a grace is found–

It flows from every streaming wound–

Whose power our inbred sin controls,

Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls.

3.  Thou didst create the stars of night;

Yet Thou has veiled in flesh Thy light,

Hast deigned a mortal form to wear,

A mortal’s painful lot to bear.

4.  When Thou didst hang upon the tree,

The quaking earth acknowledged Thee;

When Thou didst there yield up Thy breath,

Then world grew dark as shades of death.

5.  Now in the Father’s glory high,

Great Conqueror, never more to die,

Us by Thy mighty power defend,

And reign through ages without end.

Not Always On the Mount We   4 comments

Not Always On the Mount May We

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Frederick Lucian Hosmer (1840-1929)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905)

A Hymn for the Feast of the Transfiguration

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1.  Not always on the mount may we

Rapt in the heavenly vision be;

The shores of thought and feeling know

The Spirit’s tidal ebb and flow.

2.  Lord, it is good abiding here

We cry, the heavenly presence near;

The vision vanishes, our eyes

Are lifted into vacant skies!

3.  Yet hath one such exalted hour,

Upon the soul redeeming power,

And in its strength through after days

We travel our appointed ways;

4.  Till all the lowly vale grows bright,

Transfigured in remembered light,

And in untiring souls we bear

The freshness of the upper air.

5.  The mount for vision,–but below

The paths of daily duty go,

And nobler life therein shall own

The pattern on the mountain shown.