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In His Tabernacle

Author: T. S. M. Hymnal: HTS2 #01 (1899) First Line: Not built with hands is that fair radiant chamber Lyrics: Not built with hands is that fair radiant chamber Of God’s untroubled rest— Where Christ awaits to lay His weary-hearted In stillness on His breast. Not built on sands of time or place to perish, When tempests roar— But on the mighty Rock of Ages founded, It stands for evermore— Not only in a day of distant dawning, When past are desert years, But now, amidst the turmoil and the battle, The mocking and the tears. That Chamber still and stately waits us ever, That sacred pure retreat— That rest in Arms of tenderest enfoldings, That welcome passing sweet. O Home of God my Father’s joy and gladness, O riven Veil whereby I enter in! There can my soul forget the grave, the weeping, The weariness and sin. O Chamber, all thine agate windows opened To face the radiant east— O holy Temple, where the saints are singing, Where Jesus is the Priest— Illumined with the everlasting glory, Still with the peace of God’s eternal Now, Thou, God, my Rest, my Refuge, and my Tower— My Home art Thou. Languages: English

Arrived

Author: T. S. M. Hymnal: HTS2 #3 (1899) First Line: We are come unto Mount Zion Lyrics: We are come unto Mount Zion, On Thy holy hill we stand, The crusaders whose march is ended, The risen and the ascended, All hail! Immanuel’s land! We are come unto the City, Where our living God art Thou; Thou Who barest our sin and sorrow, Who comest in joy to-morrow, Thou communest with us now— To Jerusalem the golden, To the Gates of Praise we come, To the walls of Thy strong salvation, The chambers of consolation, The wandering ones brought home— To the companies of Angels We declare Thy glorious grace— In the stoles by Thy Blood made whiter, And crowned with a radiance brighter Than they who behold Thy Face. We are come to the great Assembly Of the first-born sons of God, The enrolled in the ancient ages, In love’s everlasting pages, Names registered there in Blood. With our God, the Judge of all men, Undismayed, unshamed we meet, For the tears of a sinner shriven, The kisses of lips forgiven, For ever anoint His Feet. With the spirits pure and holy Of the saints of ancient years, Of the loved ones whom death made dearer, The absent who yet are nearer, We worship amidst our tears. We are come unto Thee, Lord Jesus, We have found Thee where Thou art; In Thy still pavilion hiding, For ever in peace abiding— Our eternal Home Thy heart. We are come where the Priest has sprinkled On the everlasting throne, On the Ark where Thy glory dwelleth, The Blood that for ever telleth The work is done. Languages: English

The Hearing Ear

Author: T. S. M. Hymnal: HTS2 #5 (1899) First Line: O Holy and mighty and marvellous Word Lyrics: O Holy and mighty and marvellous Word That speakest ever to me; As of old in the silence of Eden heard In the shade of the sacred Tree— O Word from the depths of the ancient years, From deserts Thy pilgrims trod, From the hidden chambers of saints and seers, From the secret place of God— From the well of Sychar, the gate of Nain, From the winds of the midnight sea, Thou speakest in marvellous songs again In the stillness of night to me. From the noonday darkness the solemn Voice Tells of my judgment borne— And it calls to my soul to sing and rejoice From the glow of the First-day morn. Unsilenced yet to the ear that hears, Thou Voice of eternal bliss, Thou speakest in speech that is deeper than tears, And sweet as the Father’s kiss. In Heaven the marvellous song ascends, And in chambers mean and dim, Where over the dead the mourner bends, There steals the eternal Hymn. Languages: English

The Second Touch

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #7 (1899) 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. Languages: English

The Power

Author: J. Tauler, d. 1361 Hymnal: HTS2 #9 (1899) First Line: Rest from longing and desire Lyrics: Rest from longing and desire O thou weary heart! Dost thou ween thy choice has been Not the lower but the higher, Thine the better part? And therefore dost thou long with bitter longing From the day dawn to the night. For the holiness, the rest of His beloved Who walk with Him in white? Thou art wearied with the striving and the yearning For the crown that thou wouldst win; Thou hast learnt but thine immensity of weakness, But the mystery of thy sin. Beloved, the Lord spake to me in comfort When thus it was with me— “Wert thou cast all alone upon thy mantle, All alone upon the sea— Nought round thee but immensity of waters, No strength in thee to swim, How, seeing only God in Heaven above thee, Wouldst thou cast thyself on Him?” Therefore thank Him for thy helplessness, beloved, And if thou needs must long, Let it be but for the rest of utter weakness, In the Arms for ever strong. Long only that He make thee bare and empty— Take all that is thine own, Thy prowess, and thy strength, and thine endeavour, And leave thee God alone. In the stillness of that peace the work is ended By Him, and not by thee; The end of His desire and His longing To see thee stand in stainless white before Him Is that which needs must be. Languages: English

The Blessed Country

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #11 (1899) First Line: O glad the wilderness for me Lyrics: O glad the wilderness for me, And glad the solitary place, Since Thou hast made mine eyes to see, To see Thy Face. Not heavenly fields, but desert sands Rejoice and blossom as the rose; For through the dry and thirsty lands Thy River flows. O Way beside that living tide. The Way, the Truth, the Life art Thou; I drink, and I am satisfied, Now, even now. Eternal joy already won, Eternal songs already given; For long ago the work was done That opened Heaven. Languages: English

The Dwelling of the Lord

Author: C. P. C. Hymnal: HTS2 #12 (1899) 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! Languages: English

Risen and Ascended

Author: G. Ter Steegen Hymnal: HTS2 #14 (1899) First Line: All hail! O glorious Son of God Lyrics: All hail! O glorious Son of God, In triumph risen again— All heaven resounds with joyful laud The songs of ransomed men; The mighty chains of death are riven, The Risen Christ is throned in Heaven. Before thee all the shining hosts The mighty Angels bend; Thy saved ones from a thousand coasts Their psalms of victory blend— I join that song so passing sweet, I cast my crown before Thy Feet. O joy! the second Adam stands Within God’s Paradise— No longer barred by flaming brands The shining pathway lies— Within, the glorious Head has passed; Each member must be there at last. Behind us lie the cross and grave, Before, eternal bliss; There blossoms from the garden cave The Tree of Righteousness, The Face that shame and spitting bore Is crowned with radiance evermore. With Mary, O my Lord, I bow In rapture at Thy Feet; In spirit humbly kiss them now And soon in presence sweet; My name upon Thy lips divine The lips that tell me “Thou art mine.” Thou livest far from earthly strife In God’s eternal peace— And there with Thee is hid my life, And there my wanderings cease; The secret place where still and blest I rest in Thine eternal rest. Languages: English

Marah

Author: Richard Rolle, d. 1349 Hymnal: HTS2 #16 (1899) First Line: Many sorrows hard and bitter Lyrics: Many sorrows hard and bitter, Many comforts sweet and soft; Thus my cry as joyful singing Evermore shall mount aloft. Song of marvellous rejoicing As in Heaven the blessed sing, For the love of Christ has filled me With His sweetest plenishing. Joy no thought of man conceiveth, Howsoever deep his lore; None can tell but he who hath it, Hath it now and evermore. Ill they spake, “Can God provide us, Cheer amidst the wilderness?” He a feast of joy has furnished, Feast of sweetness, love, and bliss. In the desert Bread He giveth, So that nought we crave beside, Raineth the delight of Heaven, We are more than satisfied. Thus my sorrow turns to music And my cry to sweetest song; Weeping to eternal gladness, Night is short—the Day is long. Languages: English

The Home of the Soul

Author: Mechthild of Hellfde, d. 1277 Hymnal: HTS2 #17 (1899) First Line: The mind saith to the soul Lyrics: The mind saith to the soul— “In the glory of God no foot hath trod; A devouring Fire dread to see; In the blinding light of the face of God No soul can be. For thou knowest that all high Heaven is bright With a glory beyond the sun, With the radiance of the saints in light, And the fount of that Light is one. From the breath of the everlasting God, From the mouth of the Man Divine, From the counsel of God the Holy Ghost Doth that awful glory shine. Soul, couldst thou abide for an hour alone In the burning fire around His throne?” And the soul makes answer— The fish drowns not in the mighty sea, The bird sinks not in the air, The gold in the furnace fire may be, And is yet more radiant there. For God to each of His creatures gave The place to its nature known; And shall it not be that my heart should crave For that which is mine own? For my nature seeketh her dwelling-place, That only, and none other; The child must joy in the Father’s face, The brethren in the Brother. To the bridal chamber goeth the bride, For love is her home and rest; And shall not I in His light abide, When I lean upon His breast? * * * * * And she who is beloved with love untold, Thus goes to Him Who is divinely fair, In His still Chamber of unsullied gold, And love all pure, all holy, greets her there— The love of His eternal Godhead high, The love of His divine Humanity. Then speaketh He and saith, “Beloved one, What wouldst thou? It is thine. From self shalt thou go forth for evermore, For thou art Mine. O soul! no angel for an hour might dream Of all the riches that I give to thee; The glory and the beauty that beseem The heritage of life that is in Me. Yet satisfied, thou shalt for ever long, So sweeter shall be thine eternal song.” O Lord my God, so small, so poor am I, And great, Almighty, O my God, art Thou! “Yet art thou joined to Christ eternally, My love a changeless everlasting NOW.” And thus the joyful soul is still At rest in God’s eternal will; And she is His, and thus delighteth He Her own to be. Languages: English