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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.

Marah

Author: Richard Rolle, d. 1349 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Many sorrows hard and bitter Lyrics: Many sorrows hard and bitter, Many comforts sweet and soft; Thus my cry as joyful singing Evermore shall mount aloft. Song of marvellous rejoicing As in Heaven the blessed sing, For the love of Christ has filled me With His sweetest plenishing. Joy no thought of man conceiveth, Howsoever deep his lore; None can tell but he who hath it, Hath it now and evermore. Ill they spake, “Can God provide us, Cheer amidst the wilderness?” He a feast of joy has furnished, Feast of sweetness, love, and bliss. In the desert Bread He giveth, So that nought we crave beside, Raineth the delight of Heaven, We are more than satisfied. Thus my sorrow turns to music And my cry to sweetest song; Weeping to eternal gladness, Night is short—the Day is long.

The Home of the Soul

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The mind saith to the soul Lyrics: The mind saith to the soul— “In the glory of God no foot hath trod; A devouring Fire dread to see; In the blinding light of the face of God No soul can be. For thou knowest that all high Heaven is bright With a glory beyond the sun, With the radiance of the saints in light, And the fount of that Light is one. From the breath of the everlasting God, From the mouth of the Man Divine, From the counsel of God the Holy Ghost Doth that awful glory shine. Soul, couldst thou abide for an hour alone In the burning fire around His throne?” And the soul makes answer— The fish drowns not in the mighty sea, The bird sinks not in the air, The gold in the furnace fire may be, And is yet more radiant there. For God to each of His creatures gave The place to its nature known; And shall it not be that my heart should crave For that which is mine own? For my nature seeketh her dwelling-place, That only, and none other; The child must joy in the Father’s face, The brethren in the Brother. To the bridal chamber goeth the bride, For love is her home and rest; And shall not I in His light abide, When I lean upon His breast? * * * * * And she who is beloved with love untold, Thus goes to Him Who is divinely fair, In His still Chamber of unsullied gold, And love all pure, all holy, greets her there— The love of His eternal Godhead high, The love of His divine Humanity. Then speaketh He and saith, “Beloved one, What wouldst thou? It is thine. From self shalt thou go forth for evermore, For thou art Mine. O soul! no angel for an hour might dream Of all the riches that I give to thee; The glory and the beauty that beseem The heritage of life that is in Me. Yet satisfied, thou shalt for ever long, So sweeter shall be thine eternal song.” O Lord my God, so small, so poor am I, And great, Almighty, O my God, art Thou! “Yet art thou joined to Christ eternally, My love a changeless everlasting NOW.” And thus the joyful soul is still At rest in God’s eternal will; And she is His, and thus delighteth He Her own to be.

In the Garden of God

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: When mine eyes are dim with weeping Lyrics: When mine eyes are dim with weeping, And my tongue with grief is dumb; And it is as if Thou wert sleeping, When my heart calleth, “Come;” When I hunger with bitter hunger O Lord for Thee, Where art Thou then, Belovèd? Speak, speak to me— “I am where I was in the ancient days, I in Myself must be; In all things I am, and in every place, For there is no change in Me. Where the sun is My Godhead, throned above, For thee, O Mine own I wait; I wait for thee in the Garden of love, Till thou comest irradiate, With the light that shines from My Face divine, And I pluck the flowers for thee; They are thine, beloved, for they are Mine, And thou art one with Me. In the tender grass by the waters still I have made thy resting-place; Thy rest shall be sweet in My holy will, And sure in My changeless grace— And I bend for thee the holy Tree, Where blossoms the mystic Rod, The highest of all the trees that be In the Paradise of God. And thou of that Tree of life shalt eat, Of the Life that is in Me; Thou shalt feed on the fruit that is good for meat, And passing fair to see. There, overshadowed by mighty wings Of the Holy Spirit’s peace, Beyond the sorrow of earthly things, The toil and the tears shall cease. And there beneath the eternal Tree I will teach thy lips to sing, The sweet new song that is strange to thee In the land of thy banishing. They follow the Lamb where’er He goes To whom it is revealed; The pure and the undefiled are those, The ransomed and the sealed. Thou shalt learn the speech and the music rare, And thou shalt sing as they, Not only there in my garden fair, But here belovèd, to-day! O Lord, a faint and a feeble voice Is mine in this house of clay, But Thy love hath made my lips rejoice, And I can sing and say, “I am pure, O Lord, for Thou art pure, Thy love and mine are one; And my robe is white, for Thine is white, And brighter than the sun. Thy mouth and mine can know no moan, No note of man’s sad mirth, But the everlasting joy alone Unknown to songs of earth; And for ever fed on that living Tree, I will sing the song of Thy love with Thee.”

Dwelling in Love

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: I rejoice that I cannot but love Him Lyrics: I rejoice that I cannot but love Him, Because He first loved me; I would that measureless, changeless, My love might be; A love unto death and for ever; For, soul, He died for thee. Give thanks that for thee He delighted To leave His glory on high; For thee to be humbled, forsaken, For thee to die. Wilt thou render Him love for His loving? Wilt thou die for Him who died? And so by thy dying and living Shall Christ be magnified. And deep in the fiery stream that flows From God’s high throne, In the burning tide that for ever glows Of the marvellous love unknown; For ever, O soul, thou shalt burn and glow, And thou shalt sing and say, “I need no call at His feet to fall, For I cannot turn away. I am the captive led along With the joy of His triumphal song; In the depths of love do I love and move, I joy to live or to die; For I am borne on the tide of His love To all eternity:” The foolishness of the fool is this, The sorrow sweeter than joy to miss.

The Gift

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: What dost thou bring me, O my Queen? Lyrics: “What dost thou bring me, O my Queen? Love maketh thy steps to fly.” Lord, to Thee my jewel I bring, Greater than mountains high; Broader than all the earth’s broad lands, Heavier than the ocean sands, And higher it is than the sky: Deeper it is than the depths of the sea, And fairer than the sun, Unreckoned, as if the stars could be All gathered into one. “O thou My Godhead’s image fair, Thou Eve from Adam framed, My flesh, My bone, My life to share, My Spirit’s diadem to wear, How is thy jewel named?” Lord, it is called my heart’s desire, From the world’s enchantments won; I have borne it afar through flood and fire And will yield it up to none; But the burden I can bear no more— Where shall I lay it up in store? “There is no treasure-house but this, My heart divine, My Manhood’s breast; There shall My Spirit’s sacred kiss Fill thee with rest.”

A Song in the Night

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweet Lyrics: O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweet, In darkest hours revealed in love to me, In those dark hours I fall before Thy feet, I sing to Thee. I join the song of love, and I adore With those who worship Thee for evermore. Thou art the Sun of every eye, The Gladness everywhere, The guiding Voice for ever nigh, The Strength to do and bear; The sacred Lore of wisdom’s store, The Life of life to all, The Order mystic, marvellous In all things great and small. Thy love hast Thou told from the days of old, Engraved on Thy hands and Thy feet it stands, And on Thy side as a sign; O glorious Man in the garden of God, Thy sacred Manhood is mine. I kneel on the golden floor of Heaven With my box of ointment sweet, Grant unto me, Thy much forgiven, To kiss and anoint Thy feet. “Where wilt thou find that ointment rare, O My belovèd one?” Thou brakest my heart, and didst find it there, Rest sweetly there alone. “There is no embalming so sweet to Me As to dwell, my well-belovèd, in thee.” Lord, take me home to Thy palace fair, So will I ever anoint Thee there. “I will, but My plighted troth saith, ‘Wait,’ And My love saith, ‘Work to-day;’ My meekness saith, ‘Be of low estate,’ And My longing, ‘Watch and pray;’ My shame and sorrow say, ‘Bear My cross;’ My song saith, ‘Win the crown;’ My guerdon saith, ‘All else is loss;’ My patience saith, ‘Be still;’ Till thou shalt lay the burden down, Then, when I will. Then, beloved, the crown and palm, And then the music and the psalm; And the cup of joy My hand shall fill Till it overflow; And with singing I strike the harp of gold I have tuned below. The harp I tune in desolate years Of sorrow and tears, Till a music sweet the chords repeat, Which all the heavens shall fill; For the holy courts of God made meet, Then, when I will.”

Ter Steegen's Golden Timepiece

Author: G. Ter Steegen, d. 1769 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servant Lyrics: John xiii. 5. 6 P.M. Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servant, Humble, loving Lord, Wash my ways, and all my converse, Thought, and deed, and word. Make me bend, the least and lowest, At my brethren’s feet; Love saith, “As the task is meanest, Is the service sweet.” Matt. xxvi. 28. 7 P.M. Givest thou Thyself, Lord Jesus, Thus my life to be? Thy most precious Blood and Body Offered up for me? Thou, O Lord, my food eternal My eternal feast— All my hunger stilled for ever, All my thirst appeased. John xvii. 9, 20. 8 P.M. Great High Priest whose prayers are music In the Father’s ears, I shall know their glorious answer Through eternal years. Even now, O Lord, I know it, Made by love Divine, One with Thee, henceforth, for ever, Therefore one with Thine. John xviii. 1. 9 P.M. Lo! I see the shadow falling Awful in its gloom— See Thee passing, O Belovèd, To Thy place of doom— Mine the sin that veiled the glory, Thine the burden sore— Yet, O world, so sweet that sorrow, Thou art sweet no more. Luke xxii. 41. 10 P.M. Sorrowful, I see Thee kneeling That dread cup to take; Filled with wrath of my deserving Given Thee for my sake. Yet to Thee how sweet the bitter, Sweet the Father’s will! Lord, may I, Thy love recalling, Suffer, and be still. Luke xxii. 44. 11 P.M. For Thine agony of weeping, For Thy sweat of Blood, For Thy prayer that told the marvel Of the love of God; Lord, I thank Thee—still ascendeth That unceasing prayer, Incense from my heart’s still temple; God’s High Priest is there. Luke xxii. 48. MIDNIGHT. On! the traitor’s kiss to suffer On Thy lips Divine— Yield Thyself to foemen, stricken By one word of Thine— Give me, Lord, to bear rejoicing Cross and shame for Thee— Meet with loving lips and gentle Him who hateth me. John xviii. 12. 1 A.M. Unresisting, uncomplaining, Holy, harmless, calm; Driven, beaten, led to slaughter, God’s unblemished Lamb— Bind me in eternal fetters, Lead me, Thine alone; Silent when contempt and hatred Mark me for Thine own. Mark xiv. 64. 2 A.M. Lo! they judge Thee as a traitor, All the treachery mine— Scourge Thee as a malefactor, Saviour Divine. Search me, O my God, and try me, Cleanse my inmost will; Give to me, if men misjudge me, Patience sweet and still. Mark xiv. 71. 3 A.M. Peter hath denied Thee—wilder Rise the waters deep— Smitten by Thine eyes of pity He hath fled to weep. Make me strong, and true and faithful, All my strength in Thee; When my faithless steps would wander, Look Thou, Lord, on me. Mark xv. 5. 4 A.M. Silent midst the false accusers, Thou the Witness true; Proud, false lips revile and sentence Him they never knew. I, the guilty one, acquitted By Thy lips Divine; Thine the curse and condemnation, Life and glory mine. Mark xv. 19. 5 A.M. Lo! they mock Thee, spit upon Thee, Smite the Face of God; I shall stand in shining raiment, Whitened in Thy Blood— Stand before Thy Throne of judgment Faultless, glad, and free; Grant me love to men who hate me As Thy love to me. John xix. 9. 6 A.M. As a sheep before her shearers Dumb and still art Thou; For the kingdom and the glory Are not given Thee now. Not for me the courts enchanted Of the world’s delight— With Thee in Thy palace gardens I shall walk in white. John xix. 16. 7 A.M. Dragged from Thy belovèd city, Zion’s holy hill, Mirth of fools and song of drunkards, Thou art silent still. Silently, O Lord, I follow In that path of shame, Thy reproach and Thy dishonour Glory of my name. John xviii. 40. 8 A.M. Thou, the Prince of Life, rejected, And the murderer claimed; Stripped and scourged by hands ungentle, Mocked by tongues untamed— Strip from me, Lord, self’s foul raiment, Clothe me with Thine own; I am fit for courts of Heaven, Clad in Christ alone. John xix. 2. 9 A.M With the crown of thorns they crown Thee, Scornfully they bow; On the Father’s throne in glory Thou art seated now. Mighty God, I bow before Thee, Thee, the Saviour King; Here, my joy to love and suffer; There, to love and sing. John xix. 5. 10 A.M. Mocked and spit upon, and bleeding, Pilate leads Thee forth; In Thy face they see no beauty, In Thy Blood no worth. O despised and humble Jesus, What, compared with Thee, Are the glory and the beauty Of all worlds to me. John xix. 16. 11 A.M. Sentence passed on Thee, the guiltless By a sinner’s tongue— I before Thy throne am speechless I, who did the wrong. By Thy holy lips acquitted, Wondering, I go free— Past for me are death and judgment, Crucified with Thee. John xix. 17, 18. NOON. Thou must bear Thy cross, Lord Jesus, With the robbers twain— Wearied, bleeding, and forsaken In Thy shame and pain. Taking up my cross I follow, All my glory this, With Thee here to toil and suffer, Thy reproach my bliss. Luke xxiii. 33. Lo! unto the cross they nail Thee, Bitter gall prepare, Those all-holy lips to moisten, Praying for them there. When that wounded hand shall sweetly Pass that cup to me, May it all the world embitter, Leave me naught but Thee. Luke xxiii. 43; John xix. 25-27. Hanging in Thy shame and anguish, Words of love and grace Welcome the forgiven felon To Thy Holiest place— Guide Thy mother, broken-hearted, To a home of rest— Comfort him, who yester even Lay upon Thy Breast. Matt. xxvii. 46; John xix. 30. In Thy direst need forsaken, Now the work is done— Thou dost bow Thy Head to welcome Me, Thy wandering one— Bend to kiss Thine own, Thy ransomed— In that kiss to die— My Belovèd, Thine for ever, Thine alone am I. John xix. 34. 4 P.M. From Thy side the blood and water Flow to cleanse my sin— Rent the mystic veil of Heaven; I have entered in. Heart of love, to sinners open, Place where God can meet His beloved, His priest anointed At His mercy seat. John xix. 41. 5 P.M. New the grave wherein Thou liest Wound in linen fine— I an old cold grave have found Thee, This poor heart of mine. So shall that dark grave be glorious, New, and pure, and fair; I shall worship Thee for ever In Thy glory there. Scripture: John 13:5

There is a Day of rest before thee

Author: J. S. Kunth, d. 1700 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: There is a Day of rest before thee— Thou weary soul, arise and shine. Awhile the clouds hung darkly o’er thee, Awhile the captive’s chains were thine. Behold, the Lamb of God will lead thee To still green pastures round the throne; Cast off thy burden, rise and speed thee, For soon the battle storm is done— For soon the weary race is past, And thou shalt rest in Love at last. God ’stablished ere the days of Heaven Rest, gentle rest, for evermore— Men long have wept, and toiled, and striven But rest was ordered long before. For this the Saviour left the skies, The Home beyond the thousand suns— He stretches forth His hands and cries, “Come, come to Me, ye weary ones! Ye long have laboured, come and rest, Lie still, belovèd, on My breast.” Then come, ye sorrowful and weary. Ye heavy laden, come to Him, From desert places lone and dreary, With fainting heart and aching limb; For ye have borne the heat of day, And now the hour of rest is come; To you the Lord doth call and say, “My people, I will be your Home; Fear not for devil, world, and sin, But saved and pardoned, enter in.” Come in, the sheaves of glory bringing, The seed-time of our tears is past, More sweet than dreams of joy the singing That fills our Father’s house at last. And grief and fear, and death and pain, Are fled, and are forgotten things; We see the Lamb that once was slain, He leads us to the living springs; Himself He wipes our tears away— Such blessedness words cannot say. The day of deep refreshing dawneth; No sun lights on us, and no heat; No longer is there one who mourneth, And there the hearts long severed meet— And God Himself shall be with them; They who the weary desert trod, Shall be a royal Diadem For ever in the Hand of God; All hail! thou glorious Sabbath day When toil and strife are past away! And peace is round us as a river, And glory as a flowing stream; With Christ our Lord we dwell for ever, For ever lean in love on Him. Oh give me wings to flee away Afar into that holy home! Why seek we still on earth to stay? The Spirit and the Bride say “Come!” Arise! Salvation draweth near The everlasting Sabbath year.