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The City that Hath Foundations

Author: J. M. Meyfart, d. 1642 Hymnal: HTS2 #84 (1899) First Line: Jerusalem! thou glorious City-height Lyrics: Jerusalem! thou glorious City-height, Oh might I enter in! My spirit wearieth for thy love and light, Amidst this world of sin— Far over the dark mountains, The moorlands cold and grey, She looketh with sad longing, And fain would flee away. O fair sweet day! and hour yet more fair When wilt thou come to me? My spirit, safe within my Saviour’s care Made glad, and pure, and free— And calmly, surely trusting His faithful loving Hand, Shall she be led in safety To Heaven, her Fatherland. One moment! Ere she is aware, she treads The glorious shore that lies Beyond the stars, beyond the midnight shades, Beyond the stormy skies,— The chariot of Elijah, The shining angel throng Shall bear her through the Heavens, With triumph and with song. O City beautiful! Thy light appears— The gates by grace set wide— The Home for which through long, long exile years, My weary spirit sighed— The false and empty shadows, The life of sin, are past— God gives me mine inheritance, The land of life at last. But who are they that come—the glorious ones, As stars along the way— A royal diadem of pleasant stones? My Lord’s elect are they: He sent them forth to meet me, Where dark with mist of fears, The land of gloom lay round me. My distant land of tears. The Patriarchs and Saints of olden days, The Christians all unknown, Who bore the heat of persecution blaze, Or nameless Cross alone— I see them crowned with glory, And shining from afar; To them the Lord their Saviour, Has given the Morning-Star. Oh when at last I reach that City fair, That beauteous Paradise, To sing unto the Love that led me there, Eternal melodies, Then only can I give Thee The praises that are meet, With Hallelujah thunder, With psaltery clear and sweet. Before the emerald encircled throne, The thousand choirs fall; Their song of praises echoing ever on Through Heaven’s high palace hall. The throng that none can number, Of every race and tongue, Join like the mighty waters In that eternal Song. Languages: English

The Welcome

Author: E. Neumeister, d. 1756 Hymnal: HTS2 #87 (1899) First Line: Sinners Jesus will receive Lyrics: Sinners Jesus will receive— Say this word of grace to all Who the heavenly pathway leave. All who linger, all who fall!— This can bring them back again, Christ receiveth sinful men. Shepherds seek their wandering sheep O’er the mountains bleak and cold— Jesus such a watch doth keep O’er the lost ones of His fold— Seeking them o’er moor and fen; Christ receiveth sinful men. Come, and He will give you rest; Sorrow stricken, sin defiled— He can make the sinfullest God the Father’s blessed child; Trust Him, for His word is plain, Christ receiveth sinful men. Sick, and sorrowful, and blind, I with all my sins draw nigh; O my Saviour, Thou canst find Help for sinners such as I. Speak that word of love again, Christ receiveth sinful men. Yea, my soul is comforted. For Thy Blood hath washed away All my sins though crimson red, And I stand in white array— Purged from every spot and stain— Christ receiveth sinful men. Now my heart condemns me not, Pure before the Law I stand; He who cleansed me from all spot Satisfied its last demand; Who shall dare accuse me then? Christ receiveth sinful men. Christ receiveth sinful men— Even me with all my sin; Openeth to me Heaven again, With Him I may enter in. Death hath no more sting nor pain, Christ receiveth sinful men. Languages: English

Thy Hidden Ones

Author: C. F. Richter, d. 1711 Hymnal: HTS2 #89 (1899) First Line: All fair within those Children of the light Lyrics: All fair within those Children of the light, Though dark their brows beneath the desert sun; Mysterious joys, far hidden from all sight, The King of Glory giveth to each one— No thought of man has pictured them, No hand may touch that diadem; Within God’s light His own abide With hidden glory glorified. To earthly eyes they are as Adam’s race— They wear the earthly form, and scars of pain, On them as on all sinners leave their trace; Their outward needs are those of other men. And theirs the forms of earthly life, Theirs sleeping, waking, want, and strife, Yet this they have that they despise What fairest seems to earthly eyes. And inwardly their life is from above, The Lord’s Almighty Word hath quickened them; Flames kindled from the everlasting Love, The children of the New Jerusalem; Their brethren are the Saints in light, And songs of sweetness infinite They sing with them to God Most High, A deep and wondrous melody. They walk upon the earth, and dwell in Heaven, Though powerless, guard the world with arms unseen; Deep peace to them in midst of strife is given, And all they wish they have, though poor and mean. Storms beat them, but may not destroy, Fast rooted in eternal joy; They walk as in the shade of death, Yet living on in silent faith. When Christ their Life shall be made manifest, When He shall come with all His power to rule, Their glory, hidden long, shall be confessed; Arise and shine! O bright and beautiful! With Christ ye shall ascend on high, Victorious in His victory— The hidden light shall shine afar, Each saint an everlasting star. Rejoice, thou Earth! Be glad, O field and hill, That ye are for a little while their home; The Lord Jehovah thus doth set His seal In token of His blessing yet to come. And when to make His diadem He bringeth forth each hidden gem, He then shall hear thy weary sighs, The earth shall be as Paradise. Thou hidden Life of faithful souls—Thou Light Of that mysterious inner world of thought, Oh give us grace to follow Thee aright, From cross and toil and sorrow shrinking not; Content to be but little known, Content to wander on alone; Here—hidden inwardly in Thee; There—Light in thine own Light to be. Languages: English

The Blessed Hope

Hymnal: HTS2 #92 (1899) First Line: In faith we sing this song of thankfulness Lyrics: In faith we sing this song of thankfulness For that deep comfort Christ’s belovèd share; The blessed Hope of everlasting peace, The Home in God’s high glory bright and fair; Awhile we wander in the wilderness, But that eternal Home awaits us there. True is it that no heart may comprehend The glory God prepareth for His own, And what will happen when this age shall end; But yet in vision Jesus hath made known How fair and holy shall His Church descend, Lit up with light of precious jasper stone. And He shall give her honour in that day, For unto Him all power and might are given; In soul and body, freed from earth’s decay, Her mortal semblance purified and shriven, Shall she put on her beautiful array Of new eternal Life, He brought from Heaven. And Heaven and Earth, and all created things, In wondrous beauty then shall be restored; And we shall rest from all our wanderings, Partakers of the nature of our Lord, And made to God our Father priests and kings, In light whereto the Angels never soared. And He shall make His Church all heavenly fair, With gold and pearls, and every radiant stone, And reign in Holiness and Glory there, And shine as suns and stars have never shone; And He shall lead His Bride, His Joy and Care, With blissful singing to His Father’s throne. With eyes undimmed shall she her God behold, Behold Him face to face, and walk by sight, Not trusting only, as in days of old, But seeing with her eyes eternal Light. The great Salvation mystery shall unfold In that high vision of Love infinite. And then the Saints shall rest in victory, Their weary battle-day is at an end; Amidst the Holy Angels joy shall be, That we and they can love as friend and friend; We weep no more, for one with Christ are we, In oneness love alone may comprehend. And then shall be the blest Communion, Of God’s dear children meeting from afar; Within His burning Love they blend as one, Yet each, according as His counsels are, Shall have peculiar glory of his own, As one star differeth from another star. And God is all in all in that great day, And He is their exceeding great Reward; Their stream of Life, their beautiful array, Their food, their joy, their radiance, Christ the Lord: The music of their wondrous song shall say, How great the joy that passeth thought or word. And this is that eternal life of Heaven, Laid up with Christ in God, the mystery Of Resurrection Life which He hath given: A Fount of living waters full and free; A Life by which the gates of death are riven, A Life which on the throne of Christ shall be. And here in this waste wilderness begun, So soon as we believe in Christ aright, And quickened by the Spirit of the Son, Receive Him as our only Life and Light, As all the branches in the Vine are one, So we are one for ever in His sight. Now come Thou quickly, Jesus, from above, Do Thou sustain us on the desert road, And draw us after Thee by might of love, Our Fatherland art Thou, O Love of God: Once safe in Thee, no more shall we remove, O Thou our everlasting sure abode. Languages: English

My High Tower

Author: Paul Gerhardt, d. 1676 Hymnal: HTS2 #96 (1899) First Line: Is God for me? I fear not, though all against me rise Lyrics: Is God for me? I fear not, though all against me rise; I call on Christ my Saviour, the host of evil flies. My friend the Lord Almighty, and He who loves me, God, What enemy shall harm me, though coming as a flood? I know it, I believe it, I say it fearlessly, That God, the Highest, Mightiest, for ever loveth me; At all times, in all places, He standeth at my side, He rules the battle fury, the tempest and the tide. A Rock that stands for ever is Christ my Righteousness, And there I stand unfearing in everlasting bliss; No earthly thing is needful to this my life from Heaven, And nought of love is worthy, save that which Christ has given. Christ, all my praise and glory, my Light most sweet and fair, The ship wherein He saileth is scatheless everywhere; In Him I dare be joyful, a hero in the war, The judgment of the sinner affrighteth me no more. There is no condemnation, there is no hell for me, The torment and the fire my eyes shall never see; For me there is no sentence, for me has death no stings, Because the Lord Who saved me shall shield me with His wings. Above my soul’s dark waters His Spirit hovers still, He guards me from all sorrow, from terror and from ill; In me He works and blesses the life-seed He has sown, From Him I learn the Abba, that prayer of faith alone. And if in lonely places, a fearful child, I shrink, He prays the prayers within me I cannot ask or think; In deep unspoken language, known only to that Love Who fathoms the heart’s mystery from the Throne of Light above. His Spirit to my spirit sweet words of comfort saith, How God the weak one strengthens who leans on Him in faith; How He hath built a City, of love, and light, and song, Where the eye at last beholdeth what the heart had loved so long. And there is mine inheritance, my kingly palace-home; The leaf may fall and perish, not less the spring will come; As wind and rain of winter, our earthly sighs and tears, Till the golden summer dawneth of the endless Year of years. The world may pass and perish, Thou, God, wilt not remove— No hatred of all devils can part me from Thy Love; No hungering nor thirsting, no poverty nor care, No wrath of mighty princes can reach my shelter there. No Angel, and no Heaven, no throne, nor power, nor might, No love, no tribulation, no danger, fear, nor fight, No height, no depth, no creature that has been or can be, Can drive me from Thy bosom, can sever me from Thee. My heart in joy upleapeth, grief cannot linger there— While singing high in glory amidst the sunshine fair; The source of all my singing is high in Heaven above; The Sun that shines upon me is Jesus and His Love. Languages: English

The Land of Promise

Author: Gertrude of Hellfde, d. 1330 Hymnal: HTS2 #101 (1899) First Line: It was as if upon His breast Lyrics: It was as if upon His breast He laid His piercèd hand, And said “To thee, beloved and blest, I give this goodly land.” O Land of fountains and of deeps, Of God’s exhaustless store— O blessed Land, where he who reaps Shall never hunger more— O summer Land, for ever fair With God’s unfading flowers; O Land, where spices fill the air, And songs the golden towers— O Land of safety, Land of home, Of God my Father’s kiss, To Thee, O glorious Land, I come, My heritage of bliss. Lord, not through works of righteousness, The works that I have done, But through the glory of Thy grace, The merit of Thy Son, To me this goodly Land is given, The heart of Christ to me— My Home, my Blessedness, my Heaven; My God, I worship Thee. Languages: English

The Friend

Author: Gertrude of Hellfde, d. 1330 Hymnal: HTS2 #102 (1899) First Line: It thus befell me on a day Lyrics: It thus befell me on a day When gladsome was the month of May, I sat alone in pleasant thought Beside the fish-pond in the court; Above me spread the lindens tall, And deep-blue heavens were over all, How dear is that old court to me! So sunny, still, and fair to see— The water flowing clear and bright, And many a tree with blossoms dight, And singing birds, and doves that fly All white across the summer sky; And there, of all delights the best, The blessed stillness and the rest. Then thought I, “All is fair and sweet— What need I more in my retreat, In sooth that this still hour may be As dew from Heaven that falls on me? So were it, if there came from Heaven A faithful friend and dear, Whose words should be a dew to me Of comfort and of cheer. Then I should grow as lilies sweet That in God’s garden are, Whose strange and wondrous odours greet Some wandering soul afar.” Then answered, ere I was aware, The Voice beloved and true— The blessed Friend from Heaven was there, My Sunshine and my Dew; The Fountain for the souls that thirst, The cup that runneth o’er— The Lord Who gives the longing first, Then stills it evermore— He told me of the River bright That flows from Him to me, That I might be for His delight A fair and fruitful tree. He told me that as doves that rise Far through the golden light, So He would lead me through the skies In raiment pure and white. That as the still fair court to me Afar from strife and din, So unto Him my heart should be, And He would rest therein. And when the evening shadows fell, And all was silent in my cell, And on my knees I knelt and prayed To Him Who is my Sun and Shade, There came to me that saying deep, “Who loveth Me, My words will keep. And him My Father loveth well, And We will come with him to dwell.” Yea, Lord, through Thy most precious Blood, Am I the resting-place of God. Languages: English

More than Heaven

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #105 (1899) First Line: Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father Lyrics: Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father Tells His heart to me— Jesus, God Who made the Heavens, Made the earth to be— Jesus, Lamb of God once offered For the guilt of men, In the Heavens interceding Till Thou come again— Jesus, once by God abandoned, Smitten, cursed for me, Sentenced at the throne of judgment, Dying on the tree— Jesus, risen and ascended, On the Father’s throne, All the Heaven of Heavens resounding With Thy Name alone— There, beholding Thee, forgetting Sorrow, sin, and care, Know I not that earth is darkened; Nor that Heaven is fair— Songs and psalteries of Heaven Hushed the while I hear Thy beloved Voice that speaketh, Sweet, and still, and near; That entrancing Song that ever Thou shalt sing alone— Joy that Thou hast sought and found me, Won me for Thine own. Barred to me that Heavenly Eden Till the flaming Sword, In God’s righteous wrath uplifted, Smote Thee, O my Lord. Led within those gates unguarded, Paradise is mine; But the glory and the beauty Is that love of Thine. Therefore, O my Lord, I reckon All things else as loss; More than Heaven itself is precious, Memory of Thy Cross. More than Heaven itself Thou givest In the desert now, For the crown of my rejoicing, Jesus, Lord, art Thou. Languages: English

Twilight

Author: J. A. Freylinghausen, d. 1739 Hymnal: HTS2 #107 (1899) First Line: The day is gone—my soul looks on Lyrics: The day is gone—my soul looks on To that eternal Day, When all our sorrow, all our sin, Have fled and passed away. The golden sun is sunk and gone, Thou Light of Heaven above, Thou Glory of eternal day, My sunshine is Thy love. Each living thing lies slumbering From care and labour free; May I, O Lord, be still and watch Thy hidden work in me. But when shall cease the changefulness Of morning and of night? Then when the Glory of the Lord Is our eternal Light. No cloud shall come, no evening gloom On Salem shall descend; The Lord her everlasting Day, Her mourning at an end. All praise to Thee! Oh there to be Amidst that music-flood! The many waters echoing round The golden shores of God. O Jesus mine, Thou Rest divine, Lead me to Zion’s height, Where I, with all Thy ransomed ones, Shall walk with Thee in white. Languages: English

Anchored

Author: J. A. Rothe, d. 1758 Hymnal: HTS2 #109 (1899) First Line: My soul hath found the steadfast ground Lyrics: My soul hath found the steadfast ground, There ever shall my anchor hold— That ground is in my Saviour Christ, Before the world was from of old— And that sure ground shall be my stay, When Heaven and Earth shall pass away. That ground is Thine Eternal Love, Thy Love that through all ages burns— The open arms of mercy stretched To meet the sinner who returns; The Love that calleth everywhere, If men will hear or will forbear. God willeth not we should be lost, He wills to save the sons of men; For this His Son came down from Heaven, For this returned to Heaven again; For this He standeth at the door, He knocketh, waiteth, evermore— Unseen, unheard, He calleth yet; Rejected, still He waits to bless— The Shepherd never will forget His lost sheep in the wilderness; Though far as east from west they stray, He seeketh them by night and day. O deep, deep sea, where all our sins By God are cast, and found no more! There is no condemnation now, The Lord hath healed our deadly sore; Because the voice of Jesu’s Blood Still cries for mercy unto God. In that deep sea of love I sink In perfect peace and endless rest, And when my sins condemn my soul, Cling closer to my Saviour’s breast— For there I find, go when I will, Unchanging love and mercy still. Languages: English