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Walter Russell Bowie   1 comment

Above:  Walter Russell Bowie

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Walter Russell Bowie (1882-1969), an Episcopal priest, was the Rector of Emmanuel Church, Greenwood, Connecticut (1908-1911); St. Paul’s Church, Richmond, Virginia (1911-1923); and Grace Church, New York, New York (1923-1939).  Then he was Professor of Practical Theology and Dean of Students at Union Theological Seminary, New York, New York (1939-1950), and Professor of Homiletics at Virginia Theological Seminary, Alexandria, Virginia (1950-1955).  Bowie also served on the committee that translated the Revised Standard Version of the Bible (New Testament, 1946; Old Testament, 1952).  He wrote and published prolifically, for both children and adults, mainly on the topic of the Bible.

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God of the Nations, Who, from Dawn of Days:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/god-of-the-nations-who-from-dawn-of-days/

Lord Christ, When First Thou Cam’st to Men:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/lord-christ-when-first-thou-camst-to-men/

Lord, Through Changing Days, Unchanging:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/lord-through-changing-days-unchanging/

Lovely to the Outward Eye:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/lovely-to-the-outward-eye/

O Holy City Seen of John:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/o-holy-city-seen-of-john/

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Lord, Through Changing Days, Unchanging   2 comments

Above:  Mountain Path

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Text (no later than 1920) by Walter Russell Bowie (1882-1969)

Hymn Source = Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (1969), Moravian Church in America

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Lord, through changing days, unchanging,

Thou the light our fathers knew,

Through our widening ways, far ranging,

Let Thy splendor claim us too;

Go beside us,

Lead and guide us,

To whatever things are true.

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Be the path through vale, up mountain,

Through the cloud, or through the blue,

By smooth field and silver fountain

Or parched desert struggled through;

Hold before us,

Kindle o’er us,

Whatsoever things are true.

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Past all sham of small succeeding

Sordid gains that call and woo,

Lift us by the mighty leading

Fit for Thine aspiring few;

Hold us serving,

All unswerving,

Whatsoever things are true.

God of the Nations, Who, from Dawn of Days   2 comments

Above:  The Departure of the Israelites from Egypt, By David Roberts

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Text (1913) by Walter Russell Bowie (1882-1969)

Hymn Source = American Hymns Old and New (1980)

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God of the nations, who, from dawn of days

Hast led thy people in their widening ways,

Through whose deep purpose stranger thousands stand

Here in the borders of our promised land.

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Thine ancient might rebuked the Pharaoh’s boast,

Thou wast the the shield for Israel’s marching host,

And all the ages through, past crumbling throne

And broken fetter, thou has brought thine own.

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Thy hand has led across the angry sea

The eager peoples flocking to be free,

And from the breeds of earth, thy silent sway

Fashions the nations of the broadening day.

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Then, for thy grace to grow in brotherhood,

For hearts aflame to serve thy destined good,

For faith and will to win what faith shall see,

God of thy people, hear us cry to thee.

O Holy City Seen of John   2 comments

Above:  The New Jerusalem and the River of Life

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Text (1910) by Walter Russell Bowie (1882-1969), for Hymns for the Kingdom of God (1910), edited by Henry Sloane Coffin (1877-1954)

Hymn Source = American Hymns Old and New (1980)

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O Holy City seen of John,

Where Christ the Lamb doth reign,

Within whose foursquare walls shall come

No night, nor need, nor pain,

And where the tears are wiped from eyes

That shall not weep again.

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Hark, how from men whose lives are held

More cheap than merchandise,

From women struggling sore for bread,

From little children’s cries,

There swells the sobbing human plaint

That bids thy walls arise.

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O shame to us who rest content

While lust and greed for gain

In street and shop and tenement

Wring gold from human pain,

And bitter lips in blind despair

Cry, “Christ hath died in vain!”

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Give us, O God, the strength to build

The City that hath stood

Too long a dread, whose laws are love,

Whose ways are brotherhood,

And where the sun that shineth is

God’s grace for human good.

Lovely to the Outward Eye   3 comments

Above:  Icon of the Crucifixion, by Andrei Rublev

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Text (1909) by Walter Russell Bowie (1882-1969)

Hymn Source = Hymns for the Living Age (1923)

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Lovely to the outward eye

Seemed Jerusalem to lie–

Yet ’twas there thou cam’st to die,

Jesus, Son of Mary.

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Far-brought stones and marble rare

Made its towers and circuits fair,

Yet thy cross was waiting there,

Wearied Son of Mary.

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And would all the crowded mart,

Wealth and splendid ease and art

Of our own world please thy heart,

O thou Son of Mary?

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Wouldst thou call our boasting good,

If thou sawest our triumphs stood

On the wreck of brotherhood,

Loving Son of Mary?

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Jesus, pardon where we fail;

Jesus, our whole life enthrall;

Let thy Spirit rule it all,

Blessed Son of Mary.

Lord Christ, When First Thou Cam’st to Men   3 comments

Above:  A Crucifix

Photograph by Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Text (1928) by Walter Russell Bowie (1882-1969)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal 1940 (1943), The Episcopal Church

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Lord Christ, when first thou cam’st to men,

Upon a cross they bound thee,

And mocked thy saving kingship then

By thorns with which they crowned thee;

And still our wrongs may weave thee now

New thorns to pierce that steady brow,

And robe of sorrow round thee.

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O aweful Love, which found no room

In life where sin denied thee,

And, doomed to death, must bring to doom

The power which crucified thee,

Till not a stone was left on stone,

And all a nation’s pride, o’erthrown,

Went down to dust beside thee!

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New advent of the love of Christ,

Shall we again refuse thee,

Till in the night of hate and war

We perish as we lose thee?

From old unfaith our souls release

To seek the kingdom of thy peace,

By which alone we choose thee.

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O wounded hands of Jesus, burn

In us thy new creation;

Our pride is dust, our vaunt is stilled,

We wait thy revelation;

O love that triumphs over loss,

We bring our hearts before thy cross,

To finish thy salvation.