GOD OF GOD, LIGHT OF LIGHT, VERY GOD OF VERY GOD
ζοφεράς τριχυμίας.
Fierce was the wild billow;
Dark was the night;
Oars labored heavily;
Foam glimmered white;
Trembled the mariners;
Peril was high:
Then said the God of God,
—“Peace! It is I!”
Ridge of the mountain-wave,
…
HAVE MERCY!
LORD, many times I am aweary quite
Of mine own self, my sin, my vanity;
Yet be not Thou — or I am lost outright —
Weary of me.
And hate against myself I often bear,
And enter …
RESIGNATION
THERE is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe’er defended,
But has one vacant chair!
The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the …
THE ROYAL BANNERS
THE Royal Banners forward go;
The Cross shines forth in mystic glow;
Where He in flesh, our flesh Who made,
Our sentence bore, our ransom paid.
There whilst He hung, His sacred Side
By soldier’s spear was opened wide.
To cleanse us in the precious …
THE FLOWERS OF GOD
The welcome flowers are blossoming,
In joyous troops revealed;
They lift their dewy buds and bells
In garden, mead, and field:
They lurk in every sunless path,
Where forest children tread;
They dot, like stars, the sacred turf,
Which …
THE ECHOES OF THE ANGELS’ SONG
“Glory be to God on high!”
Such the wondrous story:
Hark! an earthly echo hears
And sends back — the “Glory!”
“Peace on earth! good will to men!”
Thus the song doth cease.
Stay: one strain of angel music
…
CHRISTMAS EVEN
DARK night broods o’er the city,
Veiling the Temple’s sheen,
And o’er the fields where shepherds keep
Their sheep in Palestine.
Dark night is on the nations;
Blind Pharisee and scribe
Grope vainly for the glory-light
Of Judah’s …
GOD’S-ACRE
I LIKE that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
The burial-ground God’s-Acre! It is just:
It consecrates each grave within its walls,
And breathes a benison o’er the sleeping dust.
God’s-Acre! Yes, that blessed name imparts
Comfort to those …
LITANY HYMN
SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow th’ adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;
Oh, by all Thy pains and woe,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.
By Thy …
A HYMN FOR ALL NATIONS
(Sung At The Great Exhibition In London, 1851,
And Translated Into Thirty Languages
In Upwards Of Fifty Versions.)
GLORIOUS God, on Thee we call,
Father, Friend, and Judge of all;
Holy Saviour, heavenly King,
Homage to Thy throne we bring!
In the wonders all around
Ever is …