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Hark! A Thrilling Voice is Sounding   2 comments


Above:  Diocesan Confirmation, the Cathedral of St. Philip, Atlanta, Georgia, December 8, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Hymnal 1916 (1918), Episcopal Church

Original Latin Text (Fifth Century C.E.) by Anonymous

English Translation (1849, altered) by Edward Caswall (1814-1878)


1.  Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding;

“Christ is night,” it seems to say;

“Cast away the works of darkness,

O ye children of the day.”

2.  Wakened by the solemn warning,

Let the earth-bound soul arise;

Christ, her Sun, all sloth dispelling,

Shines upon the morning skies.

3.  Lo! the Lamb, so long expected,

Comes with pardon down from heaven;

Let us haste, with tears of sorrow,

One and all to be forgiven;

4.  So when next He comes with glory,

Wrapping all the world in fear,

May He with His mercy shield us,

And with words of love draw near.


This is post #1350 of GATHERED PRAYERS.


See! In Yonder Manger Low   2 comments


Above:  Part of the Hymn Text, from The Church Hymnary (1927)

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words (1858) by Edward Caswall (1814-1878)


1.  See! in yonder manger low,

Born for us on earth below,

See! the tender Lamb appears

Promised from eternal years.


Hail, thou ever-blessed morn!

Hail, redemption’s happy dawn!

Sing through all Jerusalem,

“Christ is born in Bethlehem!”

2.  Lo! within a manger lies

He who built the starry skies,

He who, throned in height sublime,

Sits amid the cherubim.


3.  Say, ye holy shepherds, say

What your joyful news to-day;

Wherefore have ye left your sheep

Of the lonely mountain steep?


4.  “As we watched at dead of night,

Lo! we saw a wondrous light:

Angels, singing peace on earth,

Told us of the Saviour’s birth.”


5.  Sacred Infant, all Divine,

What a tender love was Thine,

Thus to come from highest bliss

Down to such a world as this!


6.  Teach, O teach us, Holy Child,

By Thy face so meek and mild,

Teach us to resemble Thee

In Thy sweet humility.


Come, Holy Ghost, Creator Blest   2 comments


Above:  The Right Reverend Keith Whitmore, Assistant Bishop of Atlanta, at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Spirit, Cumming, Georgia, Pentecost Sunday, June 12, 2011

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta


Original Words by Rabanus Maurus (Died in 856)

English Translation by Edward Caswall (1814-1878)

Hymn Source = Hymnal for Church and Home, Third Edition (1938), of the American Evangelical Lutheran Church and the United Evangelical Lutheran Church, denominations with Danish heritage


1.  Come, Holy Spirit, Creator blest,

Vouchsafe within our souls to rest,

Come with Thy grace and heav’nly aid,

And fill the hearts which Thou hast made.

2.  To Thee, Comforter, we cry

To Thee, the gift of God most high,

The fount of life, the fire of love,

The souls’ anointing from above.

3.  Thy light to ev’ry thought impart,

And shed Thy love in ev’ry heart,

The weakness of our mortal state

With deathless might invigorate.

4.  Make Thou to us the Father known;

Teach us th’eternal Son to own,

And Thee, whose name we ever bless,

Of both the Spirit, to confess.

5.  Praise we the Father and the Son,

And Holy Spirit, Three in One:

And may the Son on us bestow

The gifts that from the Spirit flow.

Edward Caswall   Leave a comment

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Edward Caswall (1814-1878) was an Anglican priest who became a Roman Catholic priest.


See in Yonder Manger Low:

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Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee:

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When Morning Gilds the Skies   3 comments

Above:  Yosemite Morning

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Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1966), The Methodist Church

The original German words date to 1828.  Edward Caswall (1814-1878), an English Anglican Tractarian-turned-Roman Catholic, translated verses 1, 2, and 4 of the English-language hymn.  Poet Robert Seymour Bridges translated the third verse.


1.  When morning gilds the skies,

My heart awaking cries,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

Alike at work and prayer,

To Jesus I repair;

May Jesus Christ be praised!

2.  The night becomes as day,

When from the heart we say,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

The powers of darkness fear,

When this sweet chant they hear,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

3.  Ye nations of mankind,

In this your concord find,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

Let all the earth around

Ring joyous with the sound,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

4.  Be this, while life is mine,

My canticle divine,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

Be this th’eternal song

Through all the ages long,

May Jesus Christ be praised!

Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee   2 comments

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Hymn Source = Common Service Book of the Lutheran Book (1917), of predecessor bodies of the United Lutheran Church in America (1918)

Tradition attributes this hymn, in the original Latin, to St. Bernard of Clarivaux (1090-1153).  There is much doubt about this attribution among scholars of hymnody, however.  (I have excluded Bernard from my Ecumenical Calendar of Saints, located at SUNDRY THOUGHTS, based on his involvement with Second Crusade, so I will be quite happy if he did not write this hymn.)  All agree, however, that what follows is the English translation by Edward Caswall (1814-1878), a Church of England priest who converted to Roman Catholicism during the time of the Oxford Movement.



1.  Jesus, the very thought of Thee

With sweetness fills the breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see,

And in Thy presence rest.

2.  Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,

O Saviour of mankind!

3.  O Hope of ev’ry contrite heart,

O Joy of all the meek,

To those who fall, how kind Thou art,

How good to those who seek!

4.  But what to those who find?  Ah, this

Nor tongue nor pen can show;

The love of Jesus, what it is,

None but His loved ones know.

5.  Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,

As Thou our Prize wilt be;

Jesus, be Thou our Glory now

And through eternity!