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We Saw Thee Not When Thou Didst Come   1 comment

Christ Pantocrator Icon

Above:  Icon of Christ Pantocrator

Scan by Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = Hymns of the Ages for Public and Social Worship (1891), Presbyterian Church in the United States

Text (1851) by John Hampden Gurney (1802-1862)


We saw Thee not when Thou didst come

To this poor world of sin and death,

No e’er beheld Thy humble home

In that despised Nazareth;

But we believe Thy footsteps trod

Its streets and plains, Thou Son of God.


We did not see Thee lifted high

When foes were many, friends were few,

Nor heard Thy meek, imploring cry,

“Forgive, they know not what they do:”

Yet we believe, the deed was done,

Which shook the earth and veiled the sun.


We stood not by the empty tomb

Where once Thy sacred body lay,

Nor sat within that upper room,

Nor met Thee in the open way;

But we believe that angels said,

“Why seek the living with the dead?”


We did not mark the chosen few,

When Thou didst through the clouds ascend,

First lift to heaven their wondering view,

Then to the earth all prostrate bend;

Yet we believe that mortal eyes

Beheld that journey to the skies.


And now that Thou dost reign on high,

And thence Thy waiting people bless,

No ray of glory from the sky

Doth shine upon our wilderness;

But we believe Thy faithful word,

And trust in our redeeming Lord.

Blessed Saviour, Thee I Love   2 comments

Blessed Saviour, Thee I Love

Above:  Part of the Text

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = Hymns of the Ages (1891), Presbyterian Church in the United States

Words by George Duffield, Jr. (1818-1888)


1.  Blessed Saviour, Thee I love,

All  my other joys above;

All my hopes in Thee abide,

Thou my Hope, and naught beside;

Ever let my glory be,

Only, only, only Thee.

2.  Once again beside the cross,

All my gain I count but loss;

Earthly pleasures fade away;

Clouds they are that hide my day:

Hence, vain shadows! let me see

Jesus, crucified for me.

3.  From beneath thy thorny crown

Trickle drops of cleansing down;

Pardon from Thy pierced hand

Now I take, while here I stand;

Only then I live to Thee,

When Thy wounded side I see.

4.  Blessed Saviour, Thine am I,

Thine to live, and Thine to die;

Height or depth, or earthly power,

Ne’er shall hide my Saviour more;

Ever shall my glory be,

Only, only, only Thee!