The Cyber Hymnal ‎#11663

11663. A Halo Rests Upon Thy Brow

1 A halo rests upon Thy brow,
O Savior of the sons of men;
For Thou art crowned a victor now—
But Thou wilt come to us again.

2 Thou hast a thought for those who tread
The steeps of life, and often fail;
The weak in faith lift up the head,
And in Thy strength, O Christ, prevail.

3 Thou art not far removed from those,
That yearn for Thee, and seek Thy grace;
Who in Thy tender love repose,
May hear Thy voice, and see Thy face—

4 And know the love that giveth rest,
And share its strength, and feel its glow;
As he who leaned upon Thy breast,
When Thou wert with us, long ago.

5 But hearts are sad, and lives are lone,
They long for Thee, who love Thee most;
E’en when Thy promised Gift they own—
The comfort of the Holy Ghost.

6 Thou art our faith, our hope, our love,
O Lover of the souls of men;
Bow down Thy heav’ns, and from above,
Come, blessèd Lord, to us again.

Text Information

• First Line: A halo rests upon Thy brow
• Title: A Halo Rests Upon Thy Brow
• Translator: John Brownlie
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Source: Tr.: Hymns of the Russian Church (London: Humphrey Milford & Oxford University Press, 1920)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: WOODWORTH
• Composer: William Batchelder Bradbury (1849)
• Meter: LM
• Key: D Major
• Source: Mendelssohn Collection, or Third Book of Psalmody (New York: 1849)
• Copyright: Public Domain