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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)


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.


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.


Let grace our selfishness expel,

Our earthliness refine;

And kindness in our bosoms dwell,

As free and true as Thine.


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.”


Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,

Or brethren faithless prove,

Then, like Thine own, be all our aim

To conquer them by love.


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)


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

Melodious voices move;

On, rolling time, thou canst not make

The Father cease to love.


The parted year had winged feet;

The Saviour still doth stay:

The new year comes; but Spirit sweet,

Thou goest not away.


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.


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.


Then we may bless its precious things

If earthly cheer should come,

Or gladsome mount on angel wings

If Thou wouldst take us home.


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.”


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.


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.


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.


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.


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)


Dear Lord and Master, mine,

Thy happy servant see;

My Conqueror, with what joy Divine

Thy captive clings to Thee!


I love Thy yoke to wear,

To feel Thy gracious bands;

Sweetly restrained by Thy care,

And happy in Thy hands.


No bar would I remove,

No bond would I unbind;

Within the limits of Thy love

Full liberty I find.


I would not walk alone,

But still with Thee, my God;

At every step my blindness own,

And ask of Thee the road.


The weakness I enjoy

That casts me on Thy breast;

The conflicts that Thy strength employ

Make me Divinely blest.


Dear Lord and Master mine,

Still keep Thy servant true;

My Guardian and my Guide Divine,

Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through.


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)


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.


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.


Our very frailty brings us near

Unto the Lord of heaven;

To every grief, to every tear,

Such glory strange is given.


But not this fleshly robe alone

Shall link us, Lord, to Thee;

Not only in the tear and groan

Shall the dear kindred be.


We shall be reckoned for Thine own

Because Thy heaven we share,

Because we sing around Thy throne,

And Thy bright raiment wear.


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.

Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling-Place   1 comment

Icon of the Holy Trinity Andrei Rublev

Above:  Icon of the Holy Trinity, by Andrei Rublev

Image in the Public Domain

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

Text (1864) by Thomas Hornblower Gill (1819-1906)


Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place

In every generation;

Thy people still have known Thy grace,

And blessed Thy consolation:

Through every age Thou heard’st our cry;

Through every age we found Thee nigh,

Our Strength and our Salvation.


Our cleaving sins we oft have wept,

And oft Thy patience proved;

But still Thy faith we fast have kept,

Thy Name we still have loved;

And Thou hast kept and loved us well,

Hast granted us in Thee to dwell,

Unshaken, unremoved.


No, nothing from those arms of love

Shall Thine own people sever;

Our Helper never will remove,

Our God will fail us never.

Thy people, Lord, have dwelt in Thee,

Our dwelling-place Thou still wilt be

For ever and for ever.

Still with Thee, O My God   1 comment

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Above:  Episcopal Church of the Holy Family, Jasper, Georgia, June 21, 2015

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1857) by James Drummond Burns (1823-1864)

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


1.  Still with Thee, O my God,

I would desire to be,

By day, by night; at home, abroad,

I would still be with Thee.

2.  With Thee when dawn comes in

And calls me back to care,

Each day returning to begin

With Thee, my God in prayer.

3.  With Thee amid the crowd

That throngs the busy mart,

To hear Thy voice, where time’s is loud,

Speak softly to my heart.

4.  With Thee when day is done,

And evening calms the mind;

The setting as the rising sun

With Thee my heart would find.

5.  With Thee when darkness brings

The signal of repose,

Calm in the shadow of Thy wings,

Mine eyelids I would close.

6.  With Thee, in Thee, by faith

Abiding, I would be;

By day, by night, in life, in death,

I would be still with Thee.