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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.

The Breath of God

Author: G. Ter Steegen, d. 1769 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Thou Breath from still eternity Lyrics: Thou Breath from still eternity Breathe o’er my spirit’s barren land— The pine-tree and the myrtle-tree Shall spring amidst the desert sand; And where Thy living water flows The waste shall blossom as the rose. May I in will and deed and word Obey Thee as a little child; And keep me in Thy love, my Lord, For ever holy, undefiled; Within me teach, and strive, and pray, Lest I should choose my own wild way. O Spirit, Stream that by the Son Is opened to us crystal pure, Forth flowing from the heavenly Throne To waiting hearts and spirits poor, Athirst and weary do I sink Beside Thy waters, there to drink. My spirit turns to Thee and clings, All else forsaking, unto Thee; Forgetting all created things, Remembering only “God in me.” O living Stream; O gracious rain, None wait for Thee, and wait in vain.

The Will of God

Author: G. Ter Steegen Appears in 21 hymnals First Line: Thou sweet beloved Will of God Lyrics: Thou sweet beloved Will of God, My anchor ground, my fortress hill, The Spirit’s silent fair abode, In Thee I hide me and am still. O Will, that willest good alone, Lead Thou the way, Thou guidest best; A silent child, I follow on, And trusting, lean upon Thy Breast. God’s Will doth make the bitter sweet, And all is well when it is done; Unless His Will doth hallow it, The glory of all joy is gone. Self, Sense, and Reason, they may scorn That hidden way that leads on high— Still be my deepest will uptorn, And so the power of Nature die. And if in gloom I see Thee not, I lean upon Thy love unknown— In me Thy blessed Will is wrought, If I will nothing of my own. O spirit of a little child, Of will bereft, untroubled, pure, I seek thy glory undefiled; Lord, take my will, Thy love is sure. O Will of God, my soul’s desire, My Bread of life in want and pain; O Will of God, my guiding fire, Unite my will to Thine again. O Will, in me Thy work be done, For time, and for eternity— Give joy or sorrow, all are one To that blest soul that loveth Thee.

The City that Hath Foundations

Author: J. M. Meyfart, d. 1642 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

The Welcome

Author: E. Neumeister, d. 1756 Appears in 244 hymnals 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.

The Land of Promise

Author: Gertrude of Hellfde, d. 1330 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

The Friend

Author: Gertrude of Hellfde, d. 1330 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

The Blessed Hope

Appears in 1 hymnal 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. Text Sources: Moravian Brethren

Light and Sound

Author: C. P. C. Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealed Lyrics: Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealed Behold Thee now— In sudden radiance to my soul revealed, Light, sight, art Thou. One moment—and the night has passed away, Unbarred the prison; And I pass forth to God’s eternal day, The dead arisen. One moment—and I see Thy glorious Face Look down on me, Unutterable love that fills all space, Where’er I be. Here, nearer than myself, and far away And everywhere, Thou shinest, Light of that celestial day, “The Lord is there.” Thou showest me the land of living springs, The land that lies Beneath the shadow of Thy mighty wings, The glory of Thine eyes. And all is lit with love that hath no end, Illimitable love— Wherein for ever wheresoe’er I wend I live and move. Such, O my God, that moment of delight— The sudden light that shone Upon the fields of Bethlehem at night— Thou givest me Thy Son. * * * * * And now the silence of the dead is past; My ears have heard The voice of Him who is the First and Last, The living Word. But not in one short moment hath He told His heart to me, The everlasting love that was of old, That evermore shall be. My ears have heard the first entrancing chord Of that unending song, The joyful psalm, the music of the Lord, So sweet, so long. The song that through the everlasting days The Lord’s belovèd hears; His Light has filled illimitable space, His Voice, eternal years. O glorious moment of the opened eyes, Himself revealed! O endless years of songs of Paradise For ears unsealed! Scripture: 2 Chronicles 7:6

The Second Touch

Author: C. P. C. Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Lo! a Hand amidst the darkness Lyrics: Lo! a Hand amidst the darkness Clasped mine own— Led me forth the blind and helpless, Led me forth alone; From the crowd and from the clamour To a silent place; Touched mine eyes—I looked upon Him— Saw Him face to face. Saw Him, as the dawning swiftly risen O’er the valleys grey; I had passed from midnight of my prison Forth into the day. Lo! again His mighty Hand hath touched me, Touched the eyes so dim; Radiant in the noontide of His Heaven Look they now on Him. Where He is, I see Him and I know Him; Where He is I am, In the Light that is the Love eternal, “Go not back,” so spake He, “to the city Where men know Me not— Tell not there the mystery and the wonder I have wrought. Go unto thy Home, O My beloved To thy Home and Mine; Hear the blessed welcome of My Father, ‘All I have is thine.’” Therefore am I journeying to the Father, And He walks with me Over mountains, through the pastures of His valleys, O’er the sea— And upwards through the heavens where His City Burneth, gloweth with the light Of the glory of the gems that He has gathered In the caverns of the night. Already come the sounds of harps and singing When the winds arise, And the joy of His espousals glows as morning Arisen in His eyes. See ye nought of Him? His glory and His beauty? O eyes so sad and dim? Still—hearken—He is passing—He is passing— Come unto Him.