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Lord of the Hearts of Men   2 comments

Above:  All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, May 14, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Original Text (1736) by Charles Coffin (1676-1749)

English Translation (1863) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885)

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

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Lord of the hearts of men,

Thou hast vouchsafed to bless,

From age to age, Thy chosen saints

With fruits of holiness.

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Here faith and hope and love

Reign in sweet bond allied;

There, when this little day is o’er,

Shall love alone abide.

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O love, O truth, O light!

Light never to decay!

O rest from thousand labors past!

O endless Sabbath day!

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Here, amid cares and tears,

Bearing the seed we come;

There, with rejoicing hearts, we bring

Our harvest burdens home.

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Give, mighty Lord Divine,

The fruits Thyself dost love;

Soon shalt Thou, from Thy judgment-seat,

Crown Thine own gifts above.

Christ, Above All Glory Seated   3 comments

Above:  Christ in Majesty

Image in the Public Domain

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

Anonymous Latin Text (500s or 600s)

English Translation (1852) by James Russell Woodford (1820-1885), Anglican Bishop of Ely (1873-1885)

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Christ, above all glory seated,

King triumphant, strong to save,

Dying, Thou hast death defeated,

Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave.

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Thou art gone where now is given

What no mortal might could gain,

On the eternal throne of heaven

In Thy Father’s power to reign.

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There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee,

Heaven above and earth below;

While the depths of hell before Thee

Trembling and amazed bow.

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We, O Lord, with hearts adoring,

Follow Thee beyond the sky:

Hear our prayers Thy grace imploring,

Lift our souls to Thee on high;

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So when Thou again in glory

On the clouds of heaven shalt shine,

We Thy flock may stand before Thee,

Owned for evermore as Thine.

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Hail!  all hail!  In Thee confiding,

Jesus, Thee shall all adore,

In Thy Father’s might abiding

With one Spirit evermore.

Lord, As To Thy Dear Cross We Flee   2 comments

Icon of the Crucifixion Rublev

Above:  Icon of the Crucifixion, by Andrei Rublev

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1895), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Text (1838) by John Hampden Gurney (1802-1862)

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Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee,

And plead to be forgiven,

So let Thy life our pattern be,

And from our souls for heaven.

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Help us, through good report and ill,

Our daily cross to bear;

Like Thee, to do our Father’s will,

Our brethren’s griefs to share.

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Let grace our selfishness expel,

Our earthliness refine;

And kindness in our bosoms dwell,

As free and true as Thine.

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If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,

And grief’s dark day come on,

We, in our turn, would meekly cry,

“Father, Thy will be done.”

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Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,

Or brethren faithless prove,

Then, like Thine own, be all our aim

To conquer them by love.

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Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,

Forgiving and forgiven,

O may we lead the pilgrim’s life,

And follow Thee to heaven.

Break, New-Born Year, On Glad Eyes Break   2 comments

New Year's Eve

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1895), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Text (1855) by Thomas Hornblower Gill (1819-1906)

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Break, new-born year, on glad eyes break,

Melodious voices move;

On, rolling time, thou canst not make

The Father cease to love.

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The parted year had winged feet;

The Saviour still doth stay:

The new year comes; but Spirit sweet,

Thou goest not away.

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Our hearts in tears may oft run o’er;

But, Lord, Thy smile still beams:

Our sins are swelling evermore,

But pardoning grace still streams.

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Lord, from this year more service win,

More glory, more delight:

O make its hours less sad with sin,

Its days with Thee more bright.

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Then we may bless its precious things

If earthly cheer should come,

Or gladsome mount on angel wings

If Thou wouldst take us home.

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O golden then the hours must be;

The year must needs be sweet;

Yes, Lord, with happy melody

Thine opening grace we greet.

We Come Unto Our Fathers’ God   1 comment

©Photo. R.M.N. / R.-G. OjŽda

©Photo. R.M.N. / R.-G. OjŽda

Above:  Saint John on Patmos

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1895), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Text (November 22, 1868) by Thomas Hornblower Gill (1819-1906)

Gill worked on this text for most of St. Cecilia’s Day, 1868.  He reported that November 22, 1868 was “almost the most delightful day of my life.”

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We come unto our fathers’ God:

Their Rock is our salvation;

The eternal arms, their dear abode,

We make our habitation;

We bring Thee, Lord, the praise they brought,

We seek Thee as Thy saints have sought

In every generation.

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The fire Divine their steps that led

Still goeth bright before us,

The heavenly shield, around them spread,

Is still high holden o’er us;

The grace those sinners that subdued.

The strength those weaklings that renewed,

Doth vanquish, doth restore us.

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The cleaving sins that brought them low

Are still our souls oppressing,

The tears that from their eyes did flow

Fall fast, our shame confessing;

As with Thee, Lord, prevailed their cry,

So our strong prayer ascends on high,

And bringeth down Thy blessing.

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Their joy unto their Lord we bring,

Their song to us descendeth;

The Spirit who in them did sing

To us His music lendeth:

His song in them, in us, is one;

We raise it high, we send it on,–

The song that never endeth.

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Ye saints to come, take up the strain,

The same sweet theme endeavor;

Unbroken be the golden chain!

Keep on the song for ever!

Safe in the same dear dwelling-place,

Rich with the same eternal grace,

Bless the same boundless Giver.

Dear Lord and Master Mine   1 comment

Two Yoked Oxen

Above:  Two Yoked Oxen, 1860

Image Source = Library of Congress

Reproduction Number = LC-USZ62-136943

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1895), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Text (1866) by Thomas Hornblower Gill (1819-1906)

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Dear Lord and Master, mine,

Thy happy servant see;

My Conqueror, with what joy Divine

Thy captive clings to Thee!

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I love Thy yoke to wear,

To feel Thy gracious bands;

Sweetly restrained by Thy care,

And happy in Thy hands.

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No bar would I remove,

No bond would I unbind;

Within the limits of Thy love

Full liberty I find.

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I would not walk alone,

But still with Thee, my God;

At every step my blindness own,

And ask of Thee the road.

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The weakness I enjoy

That casts me on Thy breast;

The conflicts that Thy strength employ

Make me Divinely blest.

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Dear Lord and Master mine,

Still keep Thy servant true;

My Guardian and my Guide Divine,

Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through.

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My Conqueror and my King,

Still keep me in Thy train;

And with Thee Thy glad captive bring

When Thou return’st to reign.

O Mean May Seem This House of Clay   1 comment

Christ Pantocrator Icon

Above:  Icon of Christ Pantocrator

Scan by Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1895), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Text (1850) by Thomas Hornblower Gill (1819-1906)

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O mean may seem this house of clay,

Yet ’twas the Lord’s abode;

Our feet may mourn the thorny way,

Yet here Emmanuel trod.

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This fleshly robe the Lord did wear,

This watch the Lord did keep,

These burdens sore the Lord did bear,

These tears the Lord did weep.

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Our very frailty brings us near

Unto the Lord of heaven;

To every grief, to every tear,

Such glory strange is given.

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But not this fleshly robe alone

Shall link us, Lord, to Thee;

Not only in the tear and groan

Shall the dear kindred be.

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We shall be reckoned for Thine own

Because Thy heaven we share,

Because we sing around Thy throne,

And Thy bright raiment wear.

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O mighty grace, our life to live,

To make our earth Divine:

O mighty grace, Thy heaven to give,

And lift our life to Thine.