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O King enthroned on high

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.4 Appears in 25 hymnals Lyrics: O King enthroned on high, Thou Comforter Divine, Blest Spirit of all Truth, be nigh And make us Thine. Yea, Thou art everywhere, All places far or near; O listen to our humble prayer, Be with us here! Thou art the source of life, Thou art our treasure-store; Give us Thy peace, and end our strife For evermore. Descend, O Heavenly Dove Abide with us alway; And in the fulness of Thy love Cleanse us, we pray.
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For all the good performed by Thee

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: For all the good performed by Thee, O Christ, the Hebrews deemed it meet To bear Thee from the judgment-seat And nail Thee to the cruel tree; They gave Thee vinegar and gall— But render justice to them all. ’Twas not enough they should betray And nail Thee to the Cross to die; They wagged their heads and passed Thee by, And mocked Thee on that woful day; In vain they strove against Thee, Lord— Give Thou to them their due reward. The quaking earth inspires no dread,— The temple veil asunder fell, The rocks were rent—still they rebel, E’en when the graves gave up their dead; But vain they strove against Thee, Lord— Give Thou to them their due reward.
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What shall we bring to Thee?

Author: John Brownlie; St. Anatolius, died 458 A.D. Meter: 6.6.6.8.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: What shall we bring to Thee? What shall our offering be On this Thy natal morn? For Thou, O Christ, hast come to earth— A virgin mother gave Thee birth— For our redemption born. The whole creation broad Gives praise and thanks to God, Who gave His only Son; And list! the bright angelic throng Their homage yield in sweetest song For peace on earth begun. The heavens their glory shed, The star shines o’er His head, The promised Christ and King; And wise men from the lands afar, Led by the brightness of the star, Their treasured offerings bring. What shall we give Thee now? Lowly the shepherds bow, Have we no gift to bring? Our worship, lo, we yield to Thee, All that we are, and hope to be— This is our offering.
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To-day the groans of Hades rise

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: To-day the groans of Hades rise,— ‘Ah, better far for me The Son of Man had never died Upon the cursèd tree! For by His power the fettered souls I held in darkest night, Are carried through the sundered gates Into the realm of light.’ Let glory now the Cross adorn, Hail, hail the Resurrection morn! To-day the groans of Hades rise,— ‘My might is overthrown; I took One dead, from ’mong the dead, And claimed Him for mine own; But He hath crushed my ancient power; And those I held in thrall Have thrown aside the chains they wore, And He hath rescued all.’ Let glory now the Cross adorn, Hail, hail the Resurrection morn! To-day the groans of Hades rise,— ‘My power is gone from me; The Shepherd died upon the Cross, And Adam’s sons are free; The bars are taken from the tomb, Death can no more appal; For He who gave Himself to death, By death hath rescued all.’ Let glory now the Cross adorn, Hail, hail the Resurrection morn!
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Thou one Begotten Son

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Thou one Begotten Son, Eternal Word adored, Immortal while the ages run, And our Almighty Lord; To bring Salvation nigh, To vanquish death and sin, Thou didst in cruel anguish die, And life for mortals win. Save us, O Christ our God, Save by Thy Cross, we pray; Thou who didst bear the Father’s rod, And death by dying slay. Thou art the Eternal Son, One in the glorious Three; Co-equal praise while ages run Shall ever rise to thee. Text Sources: Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom
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When on the cruel Cross

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: When on the cruel Cross The Lord was lifted high, Affrighted earth in terror quailed To see its Maker die. Then had the yawning caves Devoured the murderous band, Had not the Crucified in love Stretched forth His saving hand. Thou gav’st Thyself to die, Dark Hades to explore, To bring to souls in prison bound New life for evermore. O Lover of mankind, To Thee all glory be, For Thou didst give not death, but life, When hanging on the tree.
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When Lazarus rose at Christ's command

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: When Lazarus rose at Christ’s command, And God was glorified of men, The children cried Hosanna then, But Judas would not understand. When seated with Thy chosen band Thou didst to Thy disciples say That one, O Christ, would Thee betray, But Judas would not understand. The sop revealed the traitor’s hand, In answer to the question made; They saw by whom Thou wert betrayed, But Judas would not understand. The Jews, O Christ, Thy life demand, ’Twas purchased for a price like this— For silver pieces and a kiss, But Judas would not understand. Thou, with Thine own unstainèd hand, Didst wash the feet, and humbly teach That such a task becometh each, But Judas would not understand. ‘Watch thou and pray,’ was Thy command, Lest, thoughtless, the disciples fall Beneath the tempter’s bitter thrall; But Judas would not understand.
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The wily Judas watches near

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: The wily Judas watches near The Master’s path to-day, That he may into wicked hands The Eternal Lord betray, Who in the desert lone and dread Supplied the multitudes with bread. To-day the wicked one denies His Teacher and his Friend— Once a disciple, he betrays His Master in the end. For silver, see the Lord is sold, Who manna gave in days of old. To-day the Jews on Calvary A cruel Cross have raised, And nailed upon that Cross, their Lord Have wickedly abased, Who made a pathway through the sea And led them from captivity. To-day the spear is lifted high And thrust into His side, Who for His people raised His hand And wounded Egypt’s pride; They give Him vinegar and gall, Who showered down manna on them all.
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When Thou wert crucified by men

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: When Thou wert crucified by men, O Christ, for Thy companion then Thou didst accept the base and vile, Whose hand was stained with blood the while; O, number us with him, we pray! Thou who art good and kind alway. Few were his words, but Thou didst hear; His faith was great, and Thou wert near; And first of men, with glad surprise, He entered opened Paradise. Be Thou for evermore adored! The needy’s prayer was not abhorred.
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Behold the Bridegroom cometh

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 7.7.7.7.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Behold the Bridegroom cometh At the hour of midnight drear, And blest be he who watcheth When his Master shall appear, But woe betide the careless one Asleep when He is near! O soul of mine, bestir thee Lest thou sink in slumber quite, And the Bridegroom find thee sleeping When He cometh in His might. Awake, awake to praises, For He cometh in the night. That fearful day approacheth, Then live, O soul, aright, And watch the hour, and trim thy lamp And keep it burning bright, Lest the voice be heard, ‘He cometh!’ In the middle of the night. Beware when slumber binds thee, Lest the Bridegroom pass thee by, And thou knock without in darkness, And for grief and anguish cry; Take thy lamp, with oil, and trim it, For the hour is drawing nigh.

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