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Come, with the load of sorrow thou art bearing

Hymnal: HEC #135 (1913) Meter: 11.10.11.10 Lyrics: Come, with the load of sorrow thou art bearing, Lay it on Him who every burden bears; Let not thy soul in trouble sink despairing, He who hath sorrowed, every sorrow shares. Look for the morn when night is dark and weary, Morning shall come when hours of night are spent; Clouds hide the sun, and make the noontide dreary, Gladness shall cheer you when the clouds are rent. 136 Look for His smile who gilds the hills at morning; Surely it comes as comes the morning sun; Beauty shall grace thy life with bright adorning, Even as the sunlight, till thy day is done. Then, when the morn, that makes the hilltops golden Round the Jerusalem thy spirit gains, Breaks on thy view, shall come the gladness olden, Shared by the dwellers in those blest domains. Languages: English

When the morn with golden ray

Hymnal: HEC #137 (1913) Meter: 7.7.7.5 Lyrics: When the morn with golden ray, Ushers in the new-born day, Brighter be Thy beams, I pray, Jesu, Light of men. When the joys of earth are blest, When I deem its gifts the best, Lead me to the land of rest, Jesu, Light of men. When the clouds around my head Fill the soul with doubt and dread, Let Thy gracious light be shed, Jesu, Light of men. When the darkness veils the light, When the day is lost in night, Shine in beams of radiance bright, Jesu, Light of men. 138 When in night of grief I mourn, When with pain my heart is torn, Come in brightness, like the morn, Jesu, Light of men. When the vale of death I tread, Clouds of darkness round my head, On the path Thy brightness shed, Jesu, Light of men. When I dwell in light Divine, When the bliss of heaven is mine, Light of lights, all praise be Thine, Jesu, Light of men. Languages: English

Glorious from the field of strife

Hymnal: HEC #139 (1913) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Glorious from the field of strife, Lo! the Victor mounts His throne; Lord of death and King of life, His the triumph, His alone-- Glorious from the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. Wake to gladness, sons of men! Heaven, your gates eternal raise! Welcome to your bliss again Him, the worthiest of praise-- Glorious from the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. 140 Ah, the rage of angry foes! Ah, the garments rolled in blood! Where were dealt the fiercest blows, There the valiant Victor stood-- Glorious on the field of strife, Christ, Immortal King of Life. Sin and death--the twain assailed, And the Christ expiring fell; But the Death o'er death prevailed, And the might of sin and hell; Victor from the field of strife, Hail! Immortal King of Life. Languages: English

Darkly the tempest swept

Hymnal: HEC #141 (1913) Meter: 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4 Lyrics: Darkly the tempest swept Over the sea; Fiercely the billows leapt, Bounding and free; Sternly each rower bent, While in the firmament Clouds were by lightnings rent, O'er Galilee. Pillowed, the Master lay, Rocked by the deep; Worn with the toil of day, Weary, asleep; "Master," they fearful cry, "Wake to the danger nigh; Winds from the threatening sky, Billows that leap." 142 Calmly the Master rose-- Winds are assuaged; Sank into calm repose Waters that raged, "Peace!" O Thou Lord of might, Speak in our dread affright, When through our troubled night, Battles are waged. Languages: English

O city girt with glory!

Hymnal: HEC #143 (1913) Meter: 7.6.7.6.8.8 Lyrics: O city girt with glory! Thou scene of quiet rest, Where dwells the King Eternal, Oh, beautiful and blest! Thy streets are filled with glorious song, The praises of a myriad throng. With stones of polished beauty Is reared thy structure fair; And gems, and gold, and crystal Are sparkling everywhere; With pearls thy gates are glittering gay, And golden is thy bright highway. 144 For ever, and in sweetness Are Alleluias given; Unending is the feast day, The royal feast of heaven; Whate'er within thy walls is stored, Is pure and holy to the Lord. No clouds with sombre curtain Thy glorious brightness screen; There shines the Sun eternal, And aye at noonday seen; There is no night to give repose, For no one toil or trouble knows. The vernal glow of spring-time Is rich and lasting there; The wealth of summer's beauty Is scattered everywhere; And that fair realm can never know The autumn's blast, or winter's snow. 145 The notes that fall in sweetness, Where birds in woodland sing; The sounds of softest music, That winds in summer bring, Are wafted o'er that city bright, In strains of unalloyed delight. There youth adorned with vigour Ne'er into age declines; No aged fears the mortal, Nor for the past repines; For past and future are unknown, In heaven the present reigns alone. No fleshly law can triumph, And over reason ride; With bodies pure and stainless The spirit shall abide; And power of flesh, and power of will, Shall both one common law fulfil. 146 Oh, bright the heavenly glory This fragile frame shall wear, When health, and strength, and freedom Shall crown with beauty rare; And pleasure's draughts no sorrow know, But everlasting joys bestow. Now gladly bear the burden; With zeal thy task maintain; And gifts shall crown thy labour, And all thy loss be gain; When decked with splendour thou shalt be Where glory shines eternally. Languages: English

Christian soldiers in the conflict!

Hymnal: HEC #147 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Christian soldiers in the conflict! Bear the banner of the cross; Rich reward shall crown the victor, More than recompense, for loss. Not with paltry palms that wither Shall the brow be gaily crowned; But with light that shines eternal, And with heavenly joy renowned. Yours are mansions fair and comely, There your souls in bliss shall rest; Stars shall sparkle in their radiance On the pathway of the blest. 148 Earthly joys are faint and fleeting, Earthly favours quickly fade; Heavenward lift your eyes, expecting There your true reward is laid. God be praised, who crowns the victor; Christ be praised, who saves from sin; Equal praise to God the Spirit, By whose aid we fight and win. Languages: English

The time is drawing near

Hymnal: HEC #149 (1913) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: The time is drawing near, It may not tarry long, When they who face the conflict here, Shall join the glorious throng, Where gladness fills the heart, And honour crowns the brow; For tireless service fit me, Lord, By willing service now. Let sunshine flood the soul, When threatening night descends, That I may see the light serene No sunset ever ends. 150 Let strength my spirit nerve, That, with each labour done, I may, like those who serve above, See some new task begun; The time is drawing near: Till that bright morning break, May I, with those who see Thy face, Thy will, my pleasure make: Languages: English

Lord, to our humble prayers attend:

Hymnal: HEC #151 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.7 Lyrics: Lord, to our humble prayers attend: Let Thou Thy peace from heaven descend, And to our souls salvation send. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Rule in our hearts, Thou Prince of Peace, The welfare of Thy Church increase, And bid all strife and discord cease. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. To all who meet for worship here, Do Thou in faithfulness draw near; Inspire with faith and godly fear. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. 152 Oh, clothe Thy ministers with might, To rule within Thy Church aright, That they may serve as in Thy sight. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. The sovereign ruler of our land, Protect by Thine Almighty hand, And all around the throne who stand. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Let clouds and sunshine bless the earth, Give fruits and flowers a timely birth, Our harvests crown with peaceful mirth, Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Let voyages by land and sea In danger's hour in safety be; The suffering and the captives free. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. 153 Around us let Thy shield be cast, Till wrath and danger are o'erpast, And tribulation's bitter blast. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Languages: English

Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation

Hymnal: HEC #154 (1913) Meter: 12.10.12.10 with refrain Lyrics: Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation, Heaven tells His glory, earth His bounty shews; Lowly He sought us, and won for us salvation, Grace fills our lives with goodness He bestows. Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise, Blessing, and honour, and glory, always. Spring time and harvest, and cloud and summer gladness, Come to our earth because His promise lives; Morn smiles with beauty, and evening soothes our sadness-- Such are the treasures that His bounty gives. 155 Spring time is now, and summer with its beauty; Brightness and sadness here alternate come; Lord, may the flowers, and fruits of love and duty, Blossom and ripen for Thy harvest home. Then when the angels the reapers at the ending, Gather the fruitage which our lives have grown, May we with gladness, angel toil attending, Sing of the harvest at the heavenly home. Languages: English

High on the throne of the Ancient of Days

Hymnal: HEC #156 (1913) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: High on the throne of the Ancient of Days, Lauded by hosts that unceasingly praise, Christ in the glory He valiantly won, Reigns in His right, the omnipotent Son. Highest in rank fall adoringly down, Cherub, and seraph of peerless renown; Bowing their heads 'neath the shade of their wings, Each the Trisagion ceaselessly sings. Princes and potentates, noble and strong, They to whom virtue and kin-ship belong, Lay at His footstool the crowns which they wear, Honoured to leave them in loyalty there. 157 Who can approach where such majesty bright, Fills with its radiance the dwelling of light? Who, where immortals abide evermore, Dare in the glory transcendent adore? Lo, from the regions of sorrow they come, Singing, whose lips in the darkness were dumb; Thousands, ten thousands, with offerings of love, Rise to the bliss that receives them above. Thou hast redeemed them, O Christ, they are Thine, Pure as the hosts in Thy presence they shine; They with the angels adoringly praise, Blending their song with immortals' always. Languages: English