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The Victory of the Lamb

Author: J. Heerman, d. 1647 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: I go from grief and sighing, the valley and the clod Lyrics: I go from grief and sighing, the valley and the clod, To join the chosen people in the palaces of God— There sounds no cry of battle amidst the shadowing palms, But the mighty song of victory, and glorious golden psalms. The army of the conquerors, a palm in every hand, In robes of state and splendour, in rest eternal stand; Those marriage robes of glory, the righteousness of God— He bought them for His people with His most precious Blood. The Lamb of God has saved them from Hell’s deep sea of fire— The Lamb of God adorns them in spotless white attire; The Lamb of God presents them as Kings in crowns of light— As Priests in God’s own temple to serve Him day and night. Salvation, strength, and wisdom to Him whose works and ways Are wonderful and glorious—eternal is His praise: The Lamb Who died and liveth, alive for evermore, The Saviour Who redeemed us, for ever we adore.

The Red, Red Sky

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: In the early, early morning, beyond the islands green Lyrics: In the early, early morning, beyond the islands green, Beyond the pines and palm-trees, and the purple sea between, Like the glow through a crimson window The morning rises slow, And the isles lie dim in the glory, And the sea is all aglow. In the dim and misty evening the purple mountains stand, And the glooms that hush the woodlands lie over all the land, And high in dark-blue heavens the red light burns and glows, Like the jasper of God’s city, like the deep heart of the rose. Oh why does morning dawn, and why ends the golden day, With the crimson glow and glory, while children kneel and pray? Is it thus that God would tell me before the day begins Of the morn of the Day of pardon, the Blood that has washed my sins? The morn of the Day of gladness, the Day of His love and grace, When like the Sun in his glory, the Lord unveiled His Face, And His love shone forth in beauty where all was dark before, For the Blood had been shed which saved me, once and for evermore. Is it thus that God would tell me the evening draweth nigh, When we pass beyond the mountains, beyond the purple sky? And then, in God’s great glory the golden gates I see, And sing, “The Blood of Jesus has opened them for me!”

May Days

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: God made the sun to give me light Lyrics: God made the sun to give me light, The trees to give me shade; The cowslips and the violets For me His Hands have made. He made the birds to sing to me, The blossoms on the tree, To make me glad in summer days; But why did He make me? O child, how wonderful and sweet The answer God has given! The blessed Lord, who died for thee, Has need of thee in Heaven. To make Him glad in Paradise He needs thy little song; He needs thee for His love and joy Where He has waited long. Oh glad art thou when spring comes in, And flowers and birds and bees Make all the sunny fields rejoice, And leaves are on the trees. O child! the Lord will have His spring When these long years are past. His little ones from every land Shall be with Him at last. His lilies and His roses sweet, His buds and blossoms rare, All, all His children then shall meet, And all His joy shall be complete When they are round Him there.

What Should I See?

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: If I had the eyes of Heaven Lyrics: If I had the eyes of Heaven, That could all things see, Oh what glorious surprises All around would be! I should see all still and stately God’s white Angels tread, Watch me with their eyes of glory, Sit beside my bed. When I take the broth to Granny In her garret mean, I should see them wait around her, As around a Queen. Through the snow in dusky twilight, When the winds are wild, See them speed where lost and lonely Strays a little child. Through the stillness of the noonday See them swiftly rise, Bearing one with face uplighted Far into the skies. Meet them in the lonely places, In the busy street, Ever calm as skies of summer, Ever strong and fleet. Glad and tender in their service, For God’s love they know To the smallest and the meanest Of His own below.

The Reed

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: When flowers are red and gold and white Lyrics: When flowers are red and gold and white, And fair is every weed, The green reeds have no blossom bright— I would not be a reed. For all the summer flowers declare In beauty men can see, How sweet, how glorious, how fair, The thoughts of God must be. Then cut a wandering shepherd boy A hollow pipe of reed; His little tune of mirth and joy Rang far across the mead. It was the gladness of his heart That flowed in music free, The wild bird has no sweeter art That sings upon the tree. Oh, could I be the little reed, To tell afar and near The joy and love of God above, In music sweet and clear! And all around should hear the sound, And know that love Divine Is not my own, but God’s alone, His music, and not mine. Sweet words should cheer the weary ear, And tender words the sad, And none should heed how small the reed; God’s love would make them glad.

Winter and Summer

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The sky is dreary and rainy Lyrics: “The sky is dreary and rainy, And the wind makes a restless moan— And the yellow leaves drift and wander, And the songs and the summer are gone.” Not so, for the gardens are glowing In summer beyond the sea, In the glory of songs and of flowers, Whilst here it is winter for thee. And land after land wakes in sunshine, And the grass and the lilies upspring, And the children shout loud in the meadows, And madly the wild birds sing. There is never an end of the summer, For round the great world it goes; There are somewhere the fields of narcissus, And somewhere the sweet red rose. “Why can I not follow the summer, Far over the hills and the sea, And be always for ever and ever Wherever the summer may be?” O child, there is summer for ever, Here under the wintry sky, Where the Lord is the light and the glory, And His lambs in His pastures lie. When the snow and the wild sleet are driven Far over the lonely mere, There is summer beyond all the summers, Where Jesus the Lord is near.

Water-Lilies

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Who are like the lilies white Lyrics: Who are like the lilies white, With their crowns all golden bright, Resting on the waters still, Underneath the purple hill? They are like the saints who stand, Every one with harp in hand, On the crystal sea that lies Far beyond the summer skies. They are clad in white array, For their sin is washed away; Golden crowns for every one, For they reign beyond the sun, Over all the Heavens afar, Over sun and moon and star; They who low before Him fall, Reign with Jesus over all.

In the Lanes

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: It is summer all over the meadows Lyrics: It is summer all over the meadows, All over the woods and the sea; How many the glad days of summer My Father has given to me! I think of the long-ago summers, With their woodbine and feathery fern— Of the rambling lanes and the hedgerows— Of the tumbling mountain burn. The foxgloves afar in the forest, And the cranesbill soft and blue, As eyes that look into Heaven Till the Heaven itself shines through. As a story of rapture and wonder Are those hedge flowers wild and free, The travellers’ joy and the mullein, And the pink thrift near the sea. The thyme and the marjoram purple, The meadow-sweet fair and cool, Where the reedy streams go wandering Down to the deep mill-pool. The scabious and the yarrow Over the chalky down, The flowering rush in the trenches, With rose and crimson crown; The water violet stately, And the frosted bog-bean white The whole wide world was a marvel, A garden of strange delight! O ye thousand thousand flowers, To me as a sign ye stand, Of the things of joy and wonder In the glorious summer land— The Lord, who has strewn them broadcast Over the lonely hills, Who has filled the woods with music, And has gemmed the mountain rills— Oh what has He made to greet us In the land of fair delight, Where His own shall rejoice before Him, And shall walk with Him in white?

On the Downs

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Up the chalky path we wander Lyrics: Up the chalky path we wander, Higher, higher still— Gather thyme and hawkweed slender, Bluebells of the hill; Pale musk mallows by the cornfields, Poppies bright and bold, Scabious like the evening purple, Gems amongst the gold. And the knapweed and the bindweed, Yarrow pink and white, And St. John’s wort golden tufted, Everywhere delight! Up the chalky path we wander, Higher, higher still, Now upon the sunny hill-top We can rest at will. Far below the quiet valleys Farms and sheep-cotes lie, All above us deep and cloudless Glows the summer sky. Lying there we look in wonder Through the skies afar, Where unseen to us, are shining Thousand thousand stars. When the daylight sinks in purple O’er the silent plain, One by one, like gathering angels, They appear again. Soon, oh soon, the sweet still evening Of our days will come— Then will shine the hidden glory Of our Father’s home. Thousand, thousand radiant faces, Faces of the past, Our belovèd, hidden from us, Smile to us at last. Wonderful and blessèd evening— Sudden, sweet surprise— We shall hear the ancient voices, See the long-lost eyes. Here upon the sunny hill-top Let us thank and praise, For the blessèd eve that follows All our summer days.

Long Ago

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O Lord Jesus, high in Heaven Lyrics: O Lord Jesus, high in Heaven, God’s belovèd One, Crowned with glory and with honour, Brighter than the sun— Art Thou Him whom little children Knew long years ago, When a little child amongst them Thou didst come and go? Well they knew the little cottage, Small, and poor, and mean, Where Thou wert a child obedient As no child has been— Holy, true, and tender, doing All Thy Father’s will; If men loved, or if they hated, Loving, serving still. Well they knew the workshop lowly Where Thy days were spent, Through the summer and the winter, Peaceful and content. O Lord Jesus, not as Thou wert Have I ever been; Selfishness and pride and anger In my ways are seen. Yet I would that I were like Thee, Holy, tender, true, As Thou didst and as Thou spakest Would I speak and do. Never selfish, never murmuring, Loving, serving all, Till in heaven amidst Thy glory At Thy feet I fall— See Thee who a child becamest In a cottage poor, That I might in Thy fair palace Dwell for evermore.