1 Christ, in His word draws near;
Hush, moaning voice of fear,
He bids thee cease;
With songs sincere and sweet
Let us arise, and meet
Him who comes forth to greet
Our souls with peace.
2 Rising above thy care,
Meet Him as in the air,
O weary heart:
Put on joy's sacred dress;
Lo, as He comes to bless,
Quite from thy weariness
Set free thou art.
3 For works of love and praise
He brings thee summer days,
Warm days and bright;
Winter is past and gone,
Now He, salvation's Sun,
Shineth on every one,
With mercy's light.
4 From the bright sky above,
Clad in His robes of love,
'Tis He, our Lord!
Dim earth itself grows clear,
As His light draweth near:
O let us hush and hear
His holy word.
Amen.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
First Line: | Christ in His word draws near |
Author: | Thomas T. Lynch (1855) |
Meter: | 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Christ in His Word draws near, p. 705, ii. (Lynch, T. T., No. 3). In the Memoirs of Thomas T. Lynch, edition by William White, (London, 1874), we have the author's account of this hymn in his own words:—
"I will quote the hymn with which I commenced my work of song. It was made on the Monday morning before Christmas Day, whilst I was meditating on yesterday's worship. It is now No. 17 of The Rivulet: "Christ in His word draws near."
This was in 1854, and it was included in The Rivulet the following year.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)