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Drawn to the Cross   2 comments

Crucifix I July 15, 2014

Above:  One of My Crucifixes, July 15, 2014

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words (1880) by Genevieve Mary Irons (1855-1928)

Hymn Source = Northfield Hymnal #2 (1916) via

Ms. Irons, daughter of William Josiah Irons (1812-1883), a Tractarian priest of the Church of England, converted to Roman Catholicism.  She wrote and published more hymns than just this one, but this hymn is the one upon which her reputation rests.  She wrote of this hymn:

I always feel that hymn is part of me….It contains expressions and allusions which to my mind are capable of a Catholic meaning; but I am interested and gratified in knowing that the hymn speaks to the hearts and minds of many who would probably differ from me on most points of doctrine.

The fact that I found the ten-stanza version of it in a hymnal which William Revell Moody (1869-1933), the elder son of Dwight Lyman Moody (1837-1899), edited and published testifies to the truth of the last part of that statement.


1.  Drawn to the Cross which Thou hast blest,

With healing gifts for souls distrest,

To find in Thee my Life, my Rest,

Christ crucified, I come.

2.  Stained with the sins which I have wrought

In word and deed and secret thought,

For pardon which Thy blood hath bought,

Christ crucified, I come.

3.  Weary of selfishness and pride,

False pleasures gone, vain hopes denied,

Deep in Thy wounds my shame to hide,

Christ crucified, I come.

4.  Thou knowest all my griefs and fears,

Thy grace abused, my misspent years;

Yet now to Thee, for cleansing tears,

Christ crucified, I come.

5.  I would not, if I could, conceal

The ills which only Thou canst heal;

So to the Cross, where sinners kneel,

Christ crucified, I come.

6.  Wash me, and take away each stain,

Let nothing of my sin remain:

For cleansing, though it be through pain,

Christ crucified, I come.

7.  And then for work to do for Thee,

Which shall so sweet a service be,

That angels well might envy me,

Christ crucified, I come.

8.  A life of labor, prayers and love,

Which shall my heart’s conversion prove,

Till to a glorious rest above,

Christ crucified, I come.

9.  To share with Thee Thy Life Divine,

Thy Righteousness, Thy Likeness mine,

Since Thou hast made my nature Thine,

Christ crucified, I come.

10.  To be what Thou wouldst have me be,

Accepted, sanctified in Thee,

Through what Thy grace shall work in me,

Christ crucified, I come.

Father of Love, Our Guide and Friend   2 comments


Above:  A Trail

Image in the Public Domain

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

Words (1844) by William Josiah Irons (1812-1883)


1.  Father of Love, our Guide and Friend,

O lead us gently on,

Until life’s trial time shall end,

And heavenly peace be won.

2.  We know not what the path may be

As yet by us untrod;

But we can trust our all to Thee,

Our Father and our God.

3.  If called, like Abraham’s child, to climb

The hill of sacrifice,

Some angel may be there in time;

Deliverance shall arise:

4.  Or, if some darker lot be good,

O teach us to endure

The sorrow, pain, or solitude,

That makes the spirit pure.

5.  Christ by no flowery pathway came;

And we, His followers here,

Must do Thy will and praise Thy Name,

In hope, and love, and fear.

6.  And, till in heaven we sinless bow,

And faultless anthems raise,

O Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, now

Accept our feeble praise.

William Josiah Irons   2 comments

St. Mary Woolnoth Church, London

Above:  St. Mary Woolnoth Church, London, England, United Kingdom, 1900

Image Source = Library of Congress

Reproduction Number = LC-DIG-ggbain-50412

William Josiah Irons (1812-1883), a priest of the Church of England, wrote and translated hymns.


Sing With All the Sons of Glory:

Dies Irae:

Father of Love, Our Guide and Friend:


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Resurrection of Christ and Women at the Tomb Fra Angelico

Above:  Resurrection of Christ and the Women at the Tomb, by Fra Angelico

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Sources = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South; and Companion to the Hymnal (1970)

Words (1873) by William Josiah Irons (1812-1883)

I have restored the text to its original form.  Alterations of the text started as early as 1878, according the Companion to the Hymnal (1970), the companion volume to The Methodist Hymnal (1966).  The altered version appears in The Methodist Hymnal (1905), my main source for this post.  The altered version of the first stanza in The Methodist Hymnal (1905) changes the fifth through eighth lines to read:

All around the clouds are breaking,

Soon the storms of time shall cease,

In God’s likeness, man awaking,

Knows the everlasting peace.


1.  Sing with all the sons of glory,

Sing the resurrection song!

Death and sorrow, earth’s dark story,

To the former days belong:

Even now the dawn is breaking,

Soon the night of time shall cease,

And in God’s own likeness, waking,

Man shall know eternal peace.

2.  O what glory, far exceeding

All that eye has yet perceived!

Holiest hearts for ages pleading,

Never that full joy conceived.

God has promised, Christ prepares it,

There on high our welcome waits;

Every humble spirit shares it,

Christ has passed the eternal gates.

3.  Life eternal! heaven rejoices,

Jesus lives who once was dead;

Join, O man, the deathless voices,

Child of God, lift up thy head!

Patriarchs from the distant ages,

Saints all longing for their heaven,

Prophets, psalmists, seers, and sages,

All await the glory given.

4.  Life eternal! O what wonders

Crowd on faith; what joy unknown,

When, amidst earth’s closing thunders,

Saints shall stand before that throne!

O to enter that bright portal,

See that glowing firmament,

Know, with thee, O God immortal,

“Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent!”

Dies Irae   2 comments

The Day of Judgment Fra Angelico

Above:  The Day of Judgment, by Fra Angelico

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

Original Latin Text by Thomas of Celano (circa 1200-1255/1265)

English Translation (1848) by William Josiah Irons (1812-1883)

Father Irons, a Tractarian priest of the Church of England, translated the Dies Irae after hearing a choir of priests sing the text at the requiem mass of Denis-Auguste Affre, the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Paris, who died violently while trying to discourage violence during the French Revolution of 1848.


1.  Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

See the prophets’ warning,

Heaven and earth in ashes burning!

2.  O what fear man’s bosom rendeth,

When from heaven the Judge descendeth,

On whose sentence all dependeth!

3.  Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth;

Through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth;

All before the throne it bringeth.

4.  Death is struck, and nature quaking,

All creation is awaking,

To its Judge an answer making.

5.  Lo! the Book exactly worded,

Wherein all hath been recorded:

Thence shall judgment be awarded.

6.  When the Judge his seat attaineth,

And each hidden deed arraigneth,

Nothing unavenged remaineth.

7.  What shall I, frail man, be pleading?

Who for me be interceding,

When the just are mercy needing?

8.  King of Majesty tremendous,

Who dost free salvation send us,

Fount of pity, then befriend us!

9.  Think, good Jesu, my salvation

Cost thy wondrous Incarnation;

Leave me not to reprobation!

10.  Faint and weary, thou hast sought me,

On the Cross of suffering bought me.

Shall such grace be vainly brought me?

11.  Righteous Judge! for sin’s pollution

Grant thy gift of absolution,

Ere that day of retribution.

12.  Guilty, now I pour my moaning,

All my shame with anguish owning:

Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!

13.  Thou the sinful woman savedst;

Thou the dying thief forgavest;

And to me a hope vouchsafest.

14.  Worthless are my prayers and sighing,

Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,

Rescue me from fires undying!

15.  With thy favored sheep O place me!

Nor among the goats abase me;

But to thy right hand upraise me.

16.  While the wicked are confounded,

Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,

Call me with thy saints surrounded.

17.  Low I kneel, with heart submission,

See, like ashes, my contrition;

Help me in my last condition.

18.  Ah! that day of tears and mourning!

From the dust of earth returning

Man for judgment must prepare him;

19.  Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!

Lord, all pitying, Jesu blest,

Grant us thine eternal rest.