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The Dwelling of the Lord

Author: C. P. C. Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Now—borne upon the still, the boundless deep Lyrics: Now—borne upon the still, the boundless deep, By tempest never stirred, The peaceful sea where song and minstrelsy From shores that in the golden morning sleep Alone are heard. Now—hidden in His secret place, afar Within the sheltering Home— Apart as in the glory of a star Where all the strifes that madden and that mar May never come. Now—o’er the dark and solitary ways Borne onward on His breast, Through windings of the strange and tangled maze, Through weary nights, and through the changing days, At rest—at rest. Now—lips unskilful fain would tell the bliss The heart in secret shares— The meeting, and the welcome, and the kiss, The blessed marvels and the mysteries His love prepares. Now—holy cloisters closed to strife and sin Where Angels walk in white— And blessed saints adoring enter in, Their everlasting anthems to begin In songs of night. Now—O Beloved Lord, Thy risen ones, In peace we walk with Thee; Beyond the graves we dwell, beyond the suns; Beside the fountain whence the River runs At last to be!

The Pearl

Author: C. P. C. Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Tale of tenderness unfathomed Lyrics: Tale of tenderness unfathomed Told by God to me— Tale of love, mysterious, awful— Thus God’s love must be. God the Seeker—one fair image Ever in His thought, Pure, and radiant, and faultless, Yet He found it not. Not amongst His holy Angels, Was there one so bright; Not amongst His stars of glory Dwelt His heart’s delight. Yet there was a depth unfathomed In a lonely place; One great deep of endless sorrow, Darkness on its face. Restless sea of black pollution Moaning evermore, Weary waves for ever breaking On a barren shore. There below in midnight darkness, Under those wild waves, Lies the treasure God is seeking, Jewel that He craves. Down beneath those sunless waters He from Heaven has passed, He has found His heart’s desire, Found His pearl at last. All He had His heart has given For that gem unpriced— Such art thou, O ransomed sinner, Yea, for such is Christ.

The Great Unknown

Author: C. P. C. Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Why dost Thou pass unheeded Lyrics: Why dost Thou pass unheeded, Treading with piercèd feet The halls of the kingly palace, The busy street? Oh marvellous in Thy beauty, Crowned with the light of God, Why fall they not down to worship Where Thou has trod? Why are Thy hands extended Beseeching whilst men pass by With their empty words and their laughter, Yet passing on to die? Unseen, unknown, unregarded, Calling and waiting yet— They hear Thy knock and they tremble— They hear, and they forget. And Thou in the midst art standing Of old and for ever the same— Thou hearest their songs and their jesting, But not Thy Name. The thirty-three years forgotten Of the weary way Thou hast trod— Thou art but a name unwelcome, O Saviour God! Yet amongst the highways and hedges, Amongst the lame and the blind, The poor and the maimed and the outcast, Still dost Thou seek and find— There by the wayside lying The eyes of Thy love can see The wounded, the naked, the dying, Too helpless to come to Thee. So art Thou watching and waiting Till the wedding is furnished with guests— And the last of the sorrowful singeth, And the last of the weary rests.

Transformed

Author: C. P. C. Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Dark lay the plain, a tangled wilderness Lyrics: Dark lay the plain, a tangled wilderness, And dark the mountains in the mists afar— A land of darkness where no order is, Nor moon, nor star— There was the line of drear confusion drawn, The stones of emptiness lay wide and bare, As though the ancient peoples of the dawn Lay buried there. There did the wild beasts of the desert meet The creatures from the waste and lonely isles— And there did nameless shadows glide and fleet Through ruined piles. There in the mouldered palaces there spread The nettles, and the brambles and the thorn; Now and again there brake the silence dread Some cry forlorn. And now and yet again a pallid light, A magic gleam from out the darkness shone— And then into a deeper, drearier night It wandered on. And he who dwells there dwelleth all alone, All unaware of those who wander by; They unto him, and he to them unknown, They live and die. Know’st thou the land? the land where wandered first The two who could remember Paradise— The land of hunger, and of quenchless thirst, Of tear-worn eyes. Know’st thou the land? too early known—too well, Though veiled awhile in childhood’s golden haze; But bare and drear when past the song and spell, The infant days. Thy land, O soul, thy fatherland of old— The far, far country thou didst choose for thee; Choose, rather than the palaces of gold, Where God must be. * * * * * * The wilderness, the solitary place, No more are sad— Are lit with radiance of His glorious Face— The wastes are glad; They blossom as the roses thousand-fold, They sing and they rejoice; The glory of the mighty cedars old, The summer’s voice, The fresh green pastures, and the waters still From fountains fed, Where far aloft upon God’s holy hill The Angels tread— These, where the ancient land of darkness lay, Lie still and fair; The eyes unsealed to that eternal Day Behold Him there. Amidst the wilderness the waters flow, The streams for ever spring; Beside them in their raiment white as snow The ransomed sing. They pass along with music and with song, And joy their diadem— To God’s fair city wends the glorious throng, And Jesus walks with them. Know’st thou the Way? the one Highway of God That leads therein? The pathway of the Lamb’s most precious blood Who bore thy sin? Know’st thou the Way? the glorious Way He made Through death’s deep sea? O Lamb of God, I bless the love that laid My sins on Thee.

My High Tower

Author: Paul Gerhardt, d. 1676 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

More than Heaven

Author: C. P. C. Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

The Everlasting Arms

Author: J. J. Winkler, d. 1722 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Wearily my spirit sinketh Lyrics: Wearily my spirit sinketh Into Jesu’s Heart and Hands, Calmly trusting, though the journey Lie through strange untrodden lands. All my spirit is at rest On the loving Father’s breast. There my spirit cannot murmur, Pleased with all that may betide— What the will of Self would cherish Is already crucified— Buried is each murmuring word In the grave of Christ my Lord. There my spirit cannot question, Little doth she think or say; All the thorns of life around her Cannot take her peace away— He who made me guideth best, And my heart is left at rest. There my spirit knows no darkness, Love remains when all is gone— Sorrows crushing soul and body Do the heathens know alone— Resting in Christ’s blessed light, Fears she not the earthly night. There my spirit is not careful, For she knoweth of no ill; Hanging still upon her Father, Though He slay her, trusting still; How shall flesh and blood repine Where the chastening is divine? Thus on God my spirit waiteth, Even so doth overcome; Silently enduring all things, Mockery and martyrdom; Like a still sea doth she lie, Full of praise to God most high.

Things to Come

Author: Spitta Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Oh what will be the day when won at last Lyrics: Oh what will be the day when won at last The last long weary battle, we shall come To those eternal gates the King hath passed, Returning from our exile to our Home; When earth’s last dust is washed from off our feet; The last sweat from our brows is wiped away; The hopes that made our pilgrim journey sweet All met around us, realised that day! Oh what will be the day, when we shall stand Irradiate with God’s eternal light; First tread as sinless saints the sinless land, No shade nor stain upon our garments white; No fear, no shame upon our faces then, No mark of sin—oh joy beyond all thought! A son of God, a free-born citizen Of that bright city where the curse is not! Oh what will be the day when with our prayer Eternal singing shall be woven in— Deep sound of golden harps far echoing there To praise the Lamb who took away our sin; When far and wide the radiant streets resound With Hallelujah songs the ransomed sing, And clouds of sweetest incense rise around The Throne where sits in light the Saviour King! Oh what will be the day when we shall see The Love that opened Heaven to ransomed men! Love draws us and we follow—we are free— Nought severs us from our Belovèd then: That veil of faith through which we looked of old Has passed away as mist before the sun; Christ throned in glory do our eyes behold, O’er worlds, through ages, reigning ever on. Oh what will be the day when we shall hear “Come, oh ye blessed!” when we take our place Before His throne in radiance sweet and clear, Behold His glorious, His belovèd Face— Behold the Eyes whence bitter tears have flowed For all our grief, our hardness, and our sin— Behold the wounds whence streamed the precious Blood, Which ransomed us, and washed us pure and clean! Oh what will be the day when hand in hand, Saints wander through the pastures green and fair, The trees of life upon the golden strand As fresh as on the third day morn are there; There all is new, and never shall be old, For time is not, nor age, nor slow decay; No dying eyes, no hearts grown strange and cold, All pain, all death, all sighing fled away! Oh what will be the day when every thought Of that dark valley we have left below, And all remembrance of the fight we fought, Our pilgrim journey, long and sad, and slow, Shall only make the Glory brighter far, Shall make the peace but deeper, sweeter yet? O’er that dark sea was Christ our Guiding Star, Our love were fainter love could we forget. Oh what will be that day? no eye can see, No ear can hear, no heart has yet conceived, What God shall give us, and what we shall be When we inherit what we have believed. O Land of Promise! rough may be the road, And long the race may be—but sweet the end; The dead with Christ, the risen sons of God, With Him we journey, and with Him ascend.

The Courts of God

Author: R. Rolle, d. 1399 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O Lord, I have loved the fair beauty Lyrics: O Lord, I have loved the fair beauty Of the house Thou hast chosen for Thee, The courts where Thy gladness rejoiceth, And where Thou delightest to be. For I love to be made the fair dwelling Where God in His grace may abide; I would cast forth whatever may grieve Thee, And welcome none other beside. Oh blessed the grace that has made me The home of the gladness of God, The dwelling wherein Thou delightest, The house Thou hast bought with Thy blood. ’Tis there that Thy joy overfloweth, I feel it, I take of it there; By the work that Thou workest within me, The temple is holy and fair. In the secret of that inner chamber, Is Thy settle of heavenly rest; The stillness of thoughts that adore Thee, The shrine that Thou lovest the best. The temple where Christ hath His dwelling, The soul He hath ransomed and shriven— The temple where I have my dwelling, Is Christ in the glory of Heaven.

All that is White

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Come forth in the fields and the gardens Lyrics: Come forth in the fields and the gardens; There let us seek and find All that will tell us of Jesus, And bring His love to mind. All white on the thymy hillside Lambs by their mothers play; All white stand the stately lilies In the garden borders gay. All white in the sunny heavens The piled-up clouds sail slow— They were crimson when rose the morning, Now whiter are they than snow, All white on the lonely mountains The snow where no foot has trod— All white is the foam on the fountains That flow from the hills of God. Oh tell me what yet is whiter Than the lambs and the lilies white, Than the clouds piled up in the noontide, Like a mountain land of light? Than the snow on the ancient mountains, Where only the angels go? Than the foam where the wild bright fountains Dance down to the glens below? Child, hast thou trusted Jesus? Canst thou believe and say, “He loved me, He died to save me, He has borne my sins away; For my sins were laid upon Jesus; In my stead, for my guilt, He died”? Then child, fall down and adore Him, Thou art whiter than all beside. A lamb washed white for ever In the Lamb’s most precious blood— A lily by God’s still river, That lies in the light of God. The clouds through the sunny heavens As an army walk in white, On to the gates of glory, To the glow of the western light; So in the snow-white raiment That Christ for His child has won, Thou shalt pass the golden gateway, And tell that His work is done.