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John Julian

Above:  John Julian

Image Source = The Cyber Hymnal

John Julian (1839-1913) was an Anglican priest, a hymn writer, a hymn translator, and a great hymnologist.

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Father of All, to Thee:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2015/01/18/father-of-all-to-thee/

Hark! the Voice Eternal:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2015/01/18/hark-the-voice-eternal/

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Posted January 18, 2015 by neatnik2009 in Sources JK

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Above:  St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, Newnan, Georgia, January 26, 2014

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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

Words (1874) by John Julian (1839-1913)

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1.  Father of all, to Thee

With loving hearts we pray,

Through Him, in mercy given,

The Life, the Truth, the Way;

From heaven, Thy throne, in mercy shed

Thy blessings on each bended knee.

2.  Father of all, to Thee

Our contrite hearts we raise,

Unstrung by sin and pain,

Long voiceless in Thy praise;

Breathe Thou the silent chords along,

Until they tremble into song.

3.  Father of all, to Thee

We breathe unuttered fears,

Deep-hidden in our souls,

That have no voice but tears;

Take Thou our hand, and through the wild

Lead gently on each trembling child.

4.  Father of all, may we

In praise our tongues employ,

When gladness fills the soul

With deep and hallowed joy;

In storm and calm give us to see

The path of peace, which leads to Thee.

Hark! The Voice Eternal   1 comment

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Above:  Episcopal Church of the Holy Comforter, Atlanta, Georgia, December 10, 2014

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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

Words (1882) by John Julian (1839-1913)

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1.  Hark! the voice eternal,

Robed in majesty,

Calling into beginning

Earth and sea and sky;

Hark! in countless numbers

All the angel throng

Hail creation’s morning

With one burst of song

High regal glory,

‘Mid eternal light,

Reign, O King immortal,

Holy, infinite.

2.  Bright the world and glorious,

Calm both earth and sea,

Noble in its grandeur

Stood man’s purity;

Came the great transgression,

Came the saddening fall,

Death and desolation

Breathing over all.

Still in regal glory,

‘Mid eternal light,

Reigned the King immortal,

Holy, infinite.

3.  Long the nations waited,

Through the troubled night,

Looking, longing, yearning,

For the promised light,

Prophets saw the morning

Breaking far away,

Minstrels sang the splendour

Of that opening day.

Whilst sang the splendour

Of that opening day.

Whilst in regal glory,

‘Mid eternal light,

Reigned the King immortal,

Holy, infinite.

4.  Brightly dawned the Advent

Of the new-born King,

Joyously the watchers

Heard the angels sing.

Sadly closed the evening

Of His hallowed life,

As the noontide darkness

Veiled the last dread strife.

Lo! again in glory,

‘Mid eternal light,

Reigns the King immortal,

Holy, infinite.

5.  Lo! again He cometh,

Robed in clouds of light,

As the Judge eternal,

Armed with power and might

Nations to His footstool

Gathered then shall be;

Earth shall yield her treasures,

And her dead, the sea.

Till the trumpet soundeth,

‘Mid eternal light,

Reign, Thou King immortal,

Holy, infinite.

6.  Jesus! Lord and Master,

Prophet, Priest, and King,

To Thy feet, triumphant,

Hallowed praise we bring.

Thine the pain and weeping,

Thine the victory;

Power, and praise, and honour,

Be, O Lord, to Thee.

High in regal glory,

‘Mid eternal light,

Reign, O King immortal,

Holy, infinite.

Posted January 18, 2015 by neatnik2009 in Advent and Christmas 1800s, The Hymnal 1916 (1918)

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The Church’s One Foundation (Full Version)   5 comments

Crucifix I July 15, 2014

Above:  One of My Crucifixes, July 15, 2014

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Samuel John Stone (1839-1900)

This hymn exists in several versions.  The original form (1866) had seven stanzas.  The shorter 1868 version, which Stone prepared, dropped the original third stanza and combined parts of the original sixth and seventh stanzas to form the new fifth stanza.  Stone added three more stanzas (for use in processions at Salisbury Cathedral) in 1885.  This post contains a composite of the 1866 and 1885 versions, with the stanzas in the order in which I found them arranged in John Julian’s A Dictionary of Hymnology (1892).

The hymn is one of twelve from a series of texts Stone wrote to explain the Nicene Creed.

Other Hymn Sources = The Church Hymnary (1927), Presbyterian; and The Handbook to the Lutheran Hymnal (1942), Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America

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1866  1.  The Church’s one foundation

Is Jesus Christ her Lord:

She is His new creation

By water and the word;

From heaven He came and sought her

To be His holy bride;

With His own blood he sought her,

And for her life He died.

1866  2.  Elect from every nation,

Yet one o’er all the earth,

Her charter of salvation

One Lord, one faith, one birth:

One holy Name she blesses,

Partakes one holy food,

And to one hope she presses,

With every grace endued.

1866 3.  The Church shall never perish!

Her dear Lord, to defend,

To guide, sustain, and cherish,

Is with her to the end.

Though there be those that hate her,

False sons within her pale,

Against both foe and traitor

She ever shall prevail.

1866  4.  Though with a scornful wonder

Men see her sore oppressed,

By schisms rent asunder,

By heresies distressed,

Yet saints their watch are keeping,

Their cry goes up, “How long?”

And soon the night of weeping

Shall be the morn of song.

1866  5.  ‘Mid toil and tribulation,

And tumult of her war,

She waits the consumation,

Of peace for evermore,

Till with the vision glorious

Her longing eyes are blest,

And the great Church victorious

Shall be the Church at rest.

1885  6.  So, Lord, she stands before Thee,

For evermore Thine own;

No merit is her glory,

Her boasting this alone:

That she who did not choose Thee

Come, chosen, at Thy call,

Never to leave or lose Thee

Or from Thy favor fall.

1885  7.  For Thy word remaineth;

No creature far or high,

No fiend of ill who reigneth

In hell or haunted sky;

No doubting world’s decision

That holds her in despite,

Shall hide her from Thy vision,

Shall lure her from Thy light.

1885  8.  Thine, Thine; In bliss or sorrow,

As well in shade or shine;

Of old, to-day, to-morrow,

To all the ages, Thine.

Thine is her great commission,

Baptized into Thy Name,

And is her last fruition

Of all her life and aim.

1866  9.  As she on earth hath union

With God, the Three in One,

So hath she sweet communion

With those whose rest is won;

With all her sons and daughters,

Who by the Master’s hand

Led through the deadly waters,

Repose is Eden-land.

1866  10.  O happy ones and holy!

Lord, give us grace that we,

Like them, the meek and lowly

On high may dwell with Thee;

There past the border mountains,

Where, in sweet vales, the Bride

With Thee, by living fountains,

For ever shall abide.