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When at Thy feet, oppressed

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I When at Thy feet, oppressed, The burdened sinner falls, And, woeful and distressed, Upon Thy mercy calls,— O hear the penitential prayer, Forgive the burdened sinner there. II Did’st Thou not send the Son, To shew the Father’s grace, To bid a world undone Arise and seek His face? And wilt Thou not in mercy say, “Thy many sins I take away”? III Yea, Thou wilt not despise The soul’s uplifted prayer; Nor when our hopes arise, Plunge us in deep despair; But wilt forgive the evil done, Through Christ the Well Beloved Son. IV O Jesus Christ, by Thee The Father’s grace is found, And pardon full, and we With every good abound,— We see Thee nailed upon the tree, And know all blessing comes from Thee. Topics: Aspirations

Heavy laden with thy grief

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.7.7.3 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: I Heavy laden with thy grief, Do thy tears like raindrops flow? Christ hath all thy sorrows borne Long ago. II See Him in the garden, prone, While He poured His soul to God; Then He bore affliction keen, And the rod. III Weary, laden with thy sin, Dost thou bow beneath the load? Cast the burden of thy woe, On thy God. IV See Him faint beneath the load, As He bears the ghastly tree; Hear His weary spirit sigh, All for thee. V Sad and doubting, lo! the sun Shines upon a glorious day: He is risen! come, see the place Where He lay. VI Glory to our suffering Lord, Praise to our exalted King,— Source of life and endless bliss,— Let us bring.

I brought my merits to the throne

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I I brought my merits to the throne, And set them forth in order there; I said, “O Lord, Thy servant own, And let his brow the garland wear; The grace and virtue of his life, He won as victor in the strife.” II The song that erstwhile filled the place, Where high the throne of Christ was set, Grew faint, as on each pensive face Joy mixed with pain, and pity met;— Their song had told the debt they owed, And how the Christ His grace bestowed. III O, silence fell, so sharp and chill,— My soul to meanness pined and shrank, Forth went my cry in accent shrill, “My Lord, have I no grace to thank?” Its echo dying, lingered, sank, “My Lord, have I no grace to thank?” IV I saw His piercéd hands and side, I saw the thorn-wounds on His brow,— “My Lord, forgive my sinful pride, Accept my sore repentance now;” Then rose high heaven’s adoring prayers, My grateful song went forth with theirs.

God sent me to the desert wild

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I God sent me to the desert wild, Where all is parched with endless drought, For I had grown a wayward child, And now my sin had found me out;— He sent me to the desert drear, And, ah! my soul was charged with fear. II I wandered where the brooks were dry, While memory wove a dismal song, And to my God I raised my cry, And sang my dirge the whole day long;— For I was in the desert drear, And, ah! my soul was charged with fear. III The God of grace His comfort sent, And soon the desert blossomed fair, While round my path, where’er I went, Sweet flowers poured forth their odours rare;— He sent me to a desert drear, Now flowers and luscious fruits appear. IV O God, when by the path of sin, We reach the land where famine reigns; And dread possesses all within, And all around are woes and pains;— Then make the world a desert rare, Of joys upspringing everywhere. Topics: Aspirations

O God of love, whose mercy came

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: I O God of love, whose mercy came To this dark world of sin and shame, And on a Cross of suffering sore, That sin and shame in meekness bore. II Supreme the love the Christ displayed, When He, True God, True Man was made; When He was scorned, His patience then Shone forth divine, with sinful men. III Did e’er such mercy lead the great To stoop from high to low estate? Did e’er such love incline the heart To take the erring sinner’s part? IV ’Twas God who loved, ’twas God who gave His Son our erring souls to save; ’Tis Christ that wins us by the love From earth below to heaven above. V Win me, O Lord, whose mercy came To this dark world of sin and shame, To that bright world whose beauties shine Forever in Thy love divine. VI To Thee, O Father, glory be, And glory, Christ, God-Man, to Thee, And to the Spirit, Three in One, Now, and while countless ages run.

O woeful hour! when from the night

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I O woeful hour! when from the night Emerged in wrath Satanic might, To crush the Christ, whom God in heaven, To raise our fallen race, had given. II O woeful hour! when, with the scorn Of sinful men, His soul was torn; When sin exulting bowed the knee, And stung the Christ with mockery. III O woeful hour! when to the tree The Christ was nailed in agony; When anguish for our sin He bore, And thorns His throbbing temples tore. IV O woeful hour! O darkest day! The God-Man, still, entombed lay, For death his cruel shaft had driven To quell the hope our God had given. V O saddened soul! the night is past, The morn, bright morn, has come at last; The rage of sin its worst hath done, Yet lives in power th’ eternal Son. VI The dark hath vanished in the light; O futile now, Satanic might; Sin wounded lies, and death is slain By Him who lives in power again. VII Hail, glorious morn! the Christ hath risen; Hail Victor from the darkest prison! Up, up, my soul! thy praises pour To Christ, Thy God, for evermore.

I sought the Lord at early morn

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: I I sought the Lord at early morn, When earth awoke to see the light; And to my soul a light was borne That quelled the darkness of my night; He heard my prayer at early morn, And light into my heart was borne. II I sought the Lord when noontide shone, And head and hand earth’s duties shared; “I am Thy servant, Lord, alone,” I said, and told Him how I fared; He heard my prayer as I drew near, And kept me at my task, sincere. III I sought the Lord when evening fell, And night came gliding on apace; For I had sins my Lord to tell, And He is full of pardoning grace; He heard my prayer, and bade me rest, And in His love my soul was blest. IV At morn, at noon, at night I’ll pray, And Thou, O Lord, my prayer wilt hear, For Thou art near my path alway, To aid, to comfort, or to cheer; No hour too early, none too late, To knock imploring at Thy gate. V O Jesus Christ, to Thee be praise, ’Tis Thou hast taught my soul to pray, For Thou didst speak with God always, At morn, at noon, at close of day; And Thou hast said He hears the prayer, The longing soul breathes everywhere. Topics: Aspirations

O God of life, in whom we live

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I O God of life, in whom we live, The bounties of Thy favour give, And teach our souls to soar; That, at the source of every good, Our life may find its needful food, And live for evermore. II O Lord of mercy, by whose grace The sinner seeks the Father’s face, And finds a welcome there; When fears the trembling soul distress, And sins the aching heart oppress, O Lord of mercy, spare. III And say to Him who loves Thee best, And sent Thee to a world distressed, His blessing to impart,— “Hear Thou the sinner’s mournful cries, Accept his preferred sacrifice, A broken, contrite heart.” IV Blest Spirit, who in holy flame, At Pentecost all powerful came,— Our sin-stained souls renew; And by Thine all-consuming fire, Consume our sin and vile desire, And make us pure and true. V To God who dwells in highest heaven, Be endless praise and glory given,— And praise to Christ the Son. And to the Holy Spirit blest, For comfort and for gifts the best,— Immortal Three in One. Topics: Aspirations

By Thine own hand the gift was given

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: I By Thine own hand the gift was given Of wealth, and hope of highest heaven; But, fool at heart, Thy grace was spurned, And from my Father’s house I turned. II O, hear my plaint, I cry to Thee; Be pitiful, and pardon me, For I have sinned; O, give me grace To seek in penitence Thy face. III Yea, I repent in anguish low; Give me again Thy love to know; And if a servant’s place remain, Take me in mercy back again. Topics: Aspirations

I wandered sore distressed

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: I I wandered sore distressed, All weary and forlorn; I had no place to rest, Of all my pleasures shorn,— My thirsting spirit sighed, And in the desert cried. II The Shepherd heard my cry, Who came His flock to find, And drew in mercy nigh, For He is wondrous kind; His winning voice awoke My spirit as He spoke. III He bade my wandering cease, And gave my heart a home, That, from the bliss of peace, I might no longer roam;— He gave me hope for fears, And lasting joy for tears. Topics: Aspirations