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Jesus, Name All Names Above

Author: John Mason Neale; Theoctistus of the Studium Meter: 7.6.7.6.8.8.7.7 Appears in 70 hymnals Lyrics: JESU, Name all names above, JESU, best and dearest, JESU, Fount of perfect love, Holiest, tenderest, nearest; JESU, source of grace completest, JESU purest, JESU sweetest, JESU, Well of power Divine, Make me, keep me, seal me Thine! JESU, open me the gate That of old he entered, Who, in that most lost estate, Wholly on Thee ventured; Thou, Whose Wounds are ever pleading, And Thy Passion interceding, From my misery let me rise To a Home in Paradise! Thou didst call the Prodigal: Thou didst pardon Mary: Thou Whose words can never fall, Love can never vary: LORD, to heal my lost condition, Give—for Thou canst give—contrition, Thou canst pardon all mine ill If Thou wilt: O say, “I will!” Woe, that I have turned aside After fleshly pleasure! Woe, that I have never tried For the Heavenly Treasure! Treasure, safe in Home supernal; Incorruptible, eternal! Treasure no less price hath won Than the Passion of The SON! JESU, crowned with Thorns for me, Scourged for my transgression, Witnessing, through agony, That Thy good confession! JESU, clad in purple raiment, For my evils making payment; Let not all Thy woe and pain, Let not Calvary, be in vain! When I reach Death’s bitter sea And its waves roll higher, Help the more forsaking me As the storm draws nigher: JESU, leave me not to languish, Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish! Tell me,—“Verily I say, Thou shalt be with Me today!” Topics: Metrophanes of Smyrna

The Pilgrims of Jesus

Author: John Mason Neale; Joseph of the Studium Meter: 7.6.7.6 Appears in 185 hymnals First Line: O happy band of pilgrims Lyrics: O happy band of pilgrims, If onward ye will tread With JESUS as your Fellow To JESUS as your Head! O happy, if ye labour As JESUS did for men: O happy, if ye hunger As JESUS hungered then! The Cross that JESUS carried He carried as your due: The Crown that JESUS weareth He weareth it for you. The Faith by which ye see Him, The Hope, in which ye yearn, The Love that through all troubles To Him alone will turn,— What are they, but vaunt-couriers To lead you to His Sight? What are they, save the effluence Of Uncreated Light? The trials that beset you, The sorrows ye endure, The manifold temptations That Death alone can cure,— What are they, but His jewels Of right celestial worth? What are they but the ladder, Set up to Heav’n on earth? O happy band of pilgrims, Look upward to the skies:— Where such a light affliction Shall win you such a prize!

Thou Hallowed Chosen Morn of Praise

Author: John Mason Neale; John Damascene Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: Thou hallowed chosen morn of praise, That best and greatest shinest! Lady and Queen and Day of days, Of things divine, divinest! On thee our praises CHRIST adore For ever and for evermore. Come, let us taste the Vine’s new fruit For heavenly joy preparing: Today the branches with the Root In Resurrection sharing: Whom as True GOD our hymns adore For ever and for evermore. Rise, Sion, rise, and looking forth, Behold thy children round thee! From East and West, and South and North, Thy scattered sons have found thee! And in thy bosom CHRIST adore For ever and for evermore. O FATHER! O co-equal SON! O co-eternal Spirit! In Persons Three, in Substance One, And One in power and merit; In Thee baptized, we Thee adore For ever and for evermore!

Thou New Jerusalem, Arise and Shine

Author: John Mason Neale; John Damascene Meter: 10.11.10.11 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: Thou New Jerusalem, arise and shine! The glory of the Lord on thee hath risen! Sion, exult! rejoice with joy divine, Mother of GOD! Thy Son hath burst His prison! O heavenly Voice! O word of purest love! ‘Lo! I am with you alway to the end!’ This is the anchor, steadfast from above, The golden anchor, whence our hopes depend. O CHRIST, our Pascha! greatest, holiest, best! GOD’s Word and Wisdom and effectual Might! Thy fuller, lovelier presence manifest, In that eternal realm, that knows no night!

Reconciliation's Plan Devising

Author: John Mason Neale; John Damascene Meter: 10.9.10.9 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: “Reconciliation’s plan devising, “Fellow-sharer of the FATHER’s Throne, “Thee, O CHRIST, we, very early rising, “Tender lover of our spirits, own!” When Thy Friends, with deep dismay confounded, Stood amazed, and knew not where to fly, All the darkness that their souls surrounded Thou didst scatter with Thy drawing nigh. Touch how aweful, how consolatory! When, O Thomas, thou didst stretch thine hand, And that Side, resplendent in its glory, Didst explore, because He gave command! Unbelief of Thomas was the Mother Of Thy Church’s most unshaken Creed: Thou, O SAVIOUR, wise above all other, Had’st, before the world was, thus decreed. Topics: Cosmas, Saint

Him of the Father's Very Essence

Author: John Mason Neale; Cosmas, the Melodist Meter: 9.8.9.8.7.5.7.5 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Him, of the FATHER’s very Essence, Begotten, ere the world began, And, in the latter time, of Mary, Without a human sire, made Man: Unto Him, this glorious morn, Be the strain outpoured! Thou That liftest up our horn, Holy art Thou, LORD! The earthly Adam, erewhile quickened By the blest breath of GOD on high, Now made the victim of corruption, By woman’s guile betrayed to die, He, deceived by woman’s part, Supplication poured; Thou Who in my nature art, Holy art Thou, LORD! Thou, JESUS CHRIST, wast consubstantial With this our perishable clay, And, by assuming earthly nature, Exaltedst it to heavenly day. Thou, That wast as mortal born, Being GOD adored, Thou That liftest up our horn, Holy art Thou, LORD! Rejoice, O Bethlehem, the city Whence Judah’s monarchs had their birth; Where He that sitteth on the Cherubs, The King of Israel, came on earth: Manifested this blest morn, As of old time never, He hath lifted up our horn, He shall reign for ever!

The Holy Children Boldly Stand

Author: John Mason Neale; Cosmas, the Melodist Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: The Holy Children boldly stand Against the tyrant’s fierce command: The kindled furnace they defy,— No doom can shake their constancy: They in the midmost flame confessed, “GOD of our Fathers! Thou art blest!” The Shepherds keep their flocks by night; The Heav’n glows out with wondrous light; The glory of the LORD is there, The Angel-bands their King declare: The watchers of the night confessed, “GOD of our Fathers! Thou art blest!” The Angel ceased; and suddenly Seraphic legions filled the sky: “Glory to GOD,” they cry again: “Peace upon earth, good will to men: “CHRIST comes!”—And they that heard confessed, “GOD of our Fathers! Thou art blest!” What said the Shepherds?—“Let us turn This new-born miracle to learn.” To Bethlehem’s gate their footsteps drew: The Mother with the Child they view: They knelt and worshipped, and confessed, “GOD of our Fathers! Thou art blest!”

O Wondrous Mystery, Full of Passing Grace

Author: John Mason Neale; Cosmas, the Melodist Meter: 10.10.10.10.7.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: O wondrous mystery, full of passing grace! The grot becometh Heav’n: the Virgin’s breast The bright Cherubic Throne: the stall that place, Where He, Who fills all space, vouchsafes to rest: CHRIST our GOD, to Whom we raise Hymns of thankfulness and praise! The course propitious of the unknown Star The Wise-men followed on its heavenly way,— Until it led them, beckoning from afar, To where the CHRIST, the King of all things, lay: Him in Bethlehem they find, Born the SAVIOUR of mankind. “Where is the Child,” they ask, “the new-born King, Whose herald-light is glittering in the sky,— To Whom our offerings and our praise we bring?” And Herod’s heart is troubled utterly. Armed for war with GOD, in vain Would he see that Infant slain.

The Lord Draws Nigh, the Righteous Throne's Assessor

Author: John Mason Neale; Theodore of the Studium Meter: 11.11.6.6.10.10 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: The LORD draws nigh, the righteous Throne’s Assessor, The just to save, to punish the transgressor: Weep we, and mourn, and pray, Regardful of that day; When all the secrets of all hearts shall be Lit with the blaze of full eternity. Clouds and thick darkness o’er the Mount assembling, Moses beheld the Eternal’s glory, trembling; And yet he might but see GOD’s feebler Majesty. And I—I Needs must view His fullest Face: O Spare me, LORD! O take me to Thy grace! David of old beheld, in speechless terror, The session of the Judge—the doom of error: And what have I to plead For mercy in my need? Nothing save this: O grant me yet to be, Ere that day come, renewed and true to Thee! Here, fires of deep damnation roar and glitter: The worm is deathless, and the cup is bitter: There, day that hath no morrow, And joy that hath no sorrow: And who so blest that he shall fly the abyss, Raised up to GOD’s Right Hand, and speechless bliss! My soul with many an act of sin is wounded: With mortal weakness is my frame surrounded: My life is well nigh o’er: The Judge is at the door: How wilt thou, miserable spirit, fare, What time He sends His summons through the air?

The Prodigal Son

Author: John Mason Neale; Joseph of the Studium Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 17 hymnals First Line: The abyss of many a former sin Lyrics: The abyss of many a former sin Encloses me, and bars me in: Like billows my transgressions roll: Be Thou the Pilot of my soul; And to Salvation’s harbour bring, Thou Saviour and Thou glorious King! My Father’s heritage abused, Wasted by lust, by sin misused; To shame and want and misery brought, The slave to many a fruitless thought, I cry to Thee, Who lovest men, O pity and receive again! In hunger now,—no more possessed Of that my portion bright and blest, The exile and the alien see Who yet would fain return to Thee. And save me, LORD, who seek to raise To Thy dear love the hymn of praise! With that blest thief my prayer I make, Remember for Thy mercy’s sake! With that poor publican I cry, Be merciful, O GOD Most High! With that lost Prodigal I fain Back to my home would turn again! Mourn, mourn, my soul, with earnest care, And raise to CHRIST the contrite prayer:— O Thou, Who freely wast made poor, My sorrows and my sins to cure, Me, poor of all good works, embrace, Enriching with Thy boundless grace!