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Henry Hart Milman   1 comment

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Above:  St. Paul’s Cathedral, London, Between 1910 and 1920

Copyright Claimant = Detroit Publishing Company

Image Source = Library of Congress

(http://www.loc.gov/pictures/collection/det/item/det1994020000/pp/)

Reproduction Number = LC-D4-73191

Henry Hart Milman (1791-1868) was Dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral.

http://neatnik2009.wordpress.com/2014/02/09/feast-of-henry-hart-milman-september-25/

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O Help Us, Lord; Each Hour of Need Thy Heavenly Succour Give:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/o-help-us-lord-each-hour-of-need-thy-heavenly-succour-give/

When Our Heads Are Bowed With Woe:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/when-our-heads-are-bowed-with-woe/

Ride On! Ride On In Majesty!:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/ride-on-ride-on-in-majesty/

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O Help Us, Lord; Each Hour of Need Thy Heavenly Succour Give   1 comment

O Help Us, Lord

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words (published in 1827)  by Henry Hart Milman (1791-1868)

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1.  O help us, Lord; each hour of need

Thy heavenly succour give;

Help us in thought, and word, and deed,

Each hour on earth we live.

2.  O help us when our spirits bleed

With contrite anguish sore;

And, when our hearts are cold and dead,

O help us, Lord, the more.

3.  O help us, through the prayer of faith,

More firmly to believe;

For still the more the servant hath,

The more shall he receive.

4.  If, strangers to Thy fold, we call,

Imploring at Thy feet

The crumbs that from Thy table fall,

‘Tis all we dare entreat.

5.  But be it, Lord of mercy, all,

So Thou wilt grant but this;

The crumbs that from Thy table fall

Are light and life and bliss.

6.  O help us, Saviour, from on high;

We know no help but Thee:

O help us to to live and die

As Thine in heaven to be.

When Our Heads Are Bowed With Woe   1 comment

When Our Heads are Bowed With Woe

Above:  The Hymn, Altered Slightly

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Sources = The Church Hymnary (1927) and Handbook to The Church Hymnary (1927)

Words (published in 1827) by Henry Hart Milman (1791-1868)

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1.  When our heads are bowed with woe,

When our bitter tears o’erflow,

When we mourn the lost, the dear,

Gracious Son of Mary, hear.

2.  Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn:

Thou our mortal griefs hast borne:

Thou hast shed the human tear:

Gracious Son of Mary, hear.

3.  When the sullen death-bell tolls

For our own departing souls,

When our final doom is near,

Gracious Son of Mary, hear.

4.  Thou hast bowed the dying head:

Thou the blood of life hast shed:

Thou hast filled a mortal bier:

Gracious Son of Mary, hear.

5.  When the heart is sad within

With the thought of all its sin,

When the spirit shrinks with fear,

Gracious Son of Mary, hear.

6.  Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,

Though the sins were not Thine own:

Thou hast deigned their load to bear:

Gracious Son of Mary, hear.

Ride On! Ride On in Majesty!   3 comments

Ride On

Above:  The Slightly-Altered Hymn Text

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Sources = The Church Hymnary (1927) and Handbook to The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian

Words (published in 1827) by Henry Hart Milman (1791-1868)

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1.  Ride on! ride on in majesty!

Hark! all the tribes’ “Hosanna!” cry;

Thy humble beast pursues his road

With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2.  Ride on! ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die;

O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin

O’er captive death and conquered sin.

3.  Ride on! ride on in majesty!

The winged squadrons of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes

To see the approaching sacrifice.

4.  Ride on! ride on in majesty!

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;

The Father on His sapphire throne

Awaits His own anointed Son.

5.  Ride on! ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die;

Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,

Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.