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The Bridegroom comes! My soul, awake

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #31 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I The Bridegroom comes! My soul, awake, And slumber from thine eyelids shake; Hark! in the midnight hour the cry; Bestir, my soul, for He is nigh. II Now trim your lamp, and let its light Illume the darkness of the night; And with the tarrying host attend The Bridegroom, as the Bridegroom’s friend. III Hast thou no oil? O foolish soul! Why didst thou not the hours control? Why in the darkness slumber still, Without the oil your lamp to fill? IV Go, get your oil,—but no, too late! The Bridegroom’s come, and closed the gate;— “O let me knock, for He is kind, And will not leave my soul behind.” V “O let me in, my lamp’s aglow; How could I, Lord, Thy coming know? ’Twas night, I slumbered,—let me in: Forgive, O Lord, forgive my sin.” VI Too late! The time has gone apace; Too late, ’tis gone, the hour of grace; O soul of mine, awake, awake, And slumber from thine eyelids shake. Languages: English

O Judge of all, when sinful men

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #32 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.4 Lyrics: I O Judge of all, when sinful men To Thy dire judgment seat are brought,— Tell not the error of my life, O tell it not. II When bowed with grief my tears are shed, Because my life with sin is fraught, To angel hosts tell not my sin, O tell it not. III O hide the secrets of my soul, And give the pardon I have sought, And to the myriads round Thy throne, O tell them not. IV O merciful and just Thou art; In pity view my woeful lot, And shame me not because of sin,— O tell it not. Languages: English

I brought my merits to the throne

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #33 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I I brought my merits to the throne, And set them forth in order there; I said, “O Lord, Thy servant own, And let his brow the garland wear; The grace and virtue of his life, He won as victor in the strife.” II The song that erstwhile filled the place, Where high the throne of Christ was set, Grew faint, as on each pensive face Joy mixed with pain, and pity met;— Their song had told the debt they owed, And how the Christ His grace bestowed. III O, silence fell, so sharp and chill,— My soul to meanness pined and shrank, Forth went my cry in accent shrill, “My Lord, have I no grace to thank?” Its echo dying, lingered, sank, “My Lord, have I no grace to thank?” IV I saw His piercéd hands and side, I saw the thorn-wounds on His brow,— “My Lord, forgive my sinful pride, Accept my sore repentance now;” Then rose high heaven’s adoring prayers, My grateful song went forth with theirs. Languages: English

The time is drawing nigh

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #34 (1907) Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Lyrics: I The time is drawing nigh, Even now the day is near, When Christ from heaven high To Judgment shall appear;— Keep watch, my soul, in fear, The Judge of men is near. II Then kings and princes great, The rich and poor shall meet; And high and low estate, Shall gather round His feet;— Keep watch, my soul, in fear, The Judge of men is near. III No crafty words shall mar, Nor sophistry distract; No parrying counsel jar With the eternal fact;— Keep watch, my soul, in fear, The Judge of men is near. IV O Christ, in mercy then, Forbid my soul should go With lost and ruined men Down to the place of woe;— Keep watch, my soul, in fear, The Judge of men is near. Languages: English

I sought the Lord at early morn

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #35 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I I sought the Lord at early morn, When earth awoke to see the light; And to my soul a light was borne That quelled the darkness of my night; He heard my prayer at early morn, And light into my heart was borne. II I sought the Lord when noontide shone, And head and hand earth’s duties shared; “I am Thy servant, Lord, alone,” I said, and told Him how I fared; He heard my prayer as I drew near, And kept me at my task, sincere. III I sought the Lord when evening fell, And night came gliding on apace; For I had sins my Lord to tell, And He is full of pardoning grace; He heard my prayer, and bade me rest, And in His love my soul was blest. IV At morn, at noon, at night I’ll pray, And Thou, O Lord, my prayer wilt hear, For Thou art near my path alway, To aid, to comfort, or to cheer; No hour too early, none too late, To knock imploring at Thy gate. V O Jesus Christ, to Thee be praise, ’Tis Thou hast taught my soul to pray, For Thou didst speak with God always, At morn, at noon, at close of day; And Thou hast said He hears the prayer, The longing soul breathes everywhere. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

O, touch my heart, and bring to mind

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #36 (1907) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: I O, touch my heart, and bring to mind The sin I should deplore; And give me grace, Thou God most kind, That I may sin no more. II O, touch my heart till tears run fast, In penitence sincere; And may the memories of the past Teach me to walk in fear. III For I have strayed, and Thou hast sought, And I have strayed again; O, may the wanderer Thou hast brought Within Thy fold remain. IV O, touch my heart, till love arise, And claim me for Thine own; Then shall I learn with glad surprise, That I am Thine alone. V For love knows no divided heart, Nor grudges service given; But gives the life in every part, And serves in earth and heaven. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

The wealth of high estate

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #37 (1907) Meter: 6.6.6.8.8 Lyrics: I The wealth of high estate, The silver and the gold, The glory of the great, The wisdom of the old,— Death seizes all, they pass away, For all on earth is vanity. II Why seek the vain that dies? The life begirt by death? The fame, the power that flies With the expiring breath? The good that carries ill besides, And for a fleeting hour abides? III Are there no gains that last, To bless the soul for aye, When passing things are past, And things of earth decay? Are there no joys that linger long In sweetness, like a heavenly song? IV Arise, my soul, arise! The husks of time disdain, And wing thee to the skies, Where there is lasting gain; Where moth nor rust can mock thy toil, Nor subtle thief break through to spoil. V O Christ, for Thee we long, ’Tis Thee our spirits need; They only life prolong Who on Thy bounties feed; And they have wealth, and high estate, And endless bliss who on Thee wait. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

I lift my hands, and with my heart

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #38 (1907) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: I I lift my hands, and with my heart, My prayer ascends to Thee; In mercy take a sinner’s part, Lord, send Thy help to me. II Lo! in the mire of sin I lie, My raiment all defiled; O come and set me up on high, And save Thy fallen child. III I cannot cleanse the filthy stains,— I can but mourn and sigh; Do what I may, the guilt remains, I fail oft’ as I try. IV In mercy, Lord, Thy mercy send, For merciful art Thou; And prove Thyself the sinner’s Friend,— O come and help me now. V And let my life be ordered quite, As Thou wouldst have it be; When I am wrong, O set me right,— Lord, come and succour me. VI And hold me up, lest to the mire Of sin my soul return; O let Thy love my spirit fire, And base affections burn. VII And glory to my God I’ll give, And glory to the Son, And to the Spirit while I live, Great, Blessed, Three in One. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

Arise, my soul, and gaily sing

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #39 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: I Arise, my soul, and gaily sing The praise of thine Immortal King; The heavens His matchless power adore,— Awake, and sing for evermore. II The morning dawns at His command, And lights the world o’er sea and land; And upwards, see the sun arise, To shed its glories from the skies. III But falls the twilight o’er our heads, And night its sable curtain spreads; For all His kingly words obey,— The dark of night, the light of day. IV O heavenly King, in every soul, The darkness of our night control; And ’mid the blackness of that night, Speak Thou the word, “Let there be light.” V And as the morn from darkness springs, To speed to earth on silent wings, A dawn more glorious shall awake, And bright upon our spirits break. VI O Sun of Righteousness, arise, And fill our souls with glad surprise; Nor into dark of night decline, But aye at noontide brightly shine. VII All glory to the God of Might, And to the Son, the Light of light; And to the Spirit, Three in One, Eternal while the ages run. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English

The King shall come when morning dawns

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: JBHFE #40 (1907) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: I The King shall come when morning dawns, And light triumphant breaks; When beauty gilds the eastern hills, And life to joy awakes. II Not as of old, a little child To bear, and fight, and die, But crowned with glory like the sun, That lights that morning sky. III O, brighter than the rising morn, When He, victorious rose, And left the lonesome place of death, Despite the rage of foes;— IV O, brighter than that glorious morn, Shall this fair morning be, When Christ, our King, in beauty comes, And we His face shall see. V The King shall come when morning dawns, And earth’s dark night is past;— O, haste the rising of that morn, That day that aye shall last. VI And let the endless bliss begin, By weary saints foretold, When right shall triumph over wrong, And truth shall be extolled. VII The King shall come when morning dawns, And light and beauty brings;— Hail! Christ the Lord; Thy people pray Come quickly, King of kings. Topics: Aspirations Languages: English