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O Thou who cloth'st Thyself complete

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O Thou who cloth’st Thyself complete With light as with a garment fair, Thou bor’st the cruel, vulgar stare, Unrobed before the judgment-seat. Thou gav’st the hand its subtle power, But with the hand, O Lord of grace, Upon Thy pallid, careworn face, They smote Thee in that evil hour. They nailed the Lord of Glory high, And while He hung in awful pain, The temple veil was rent in twain, The sun refused to see Him die.
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O Jesus, to Thy servants give

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O Jesus, to Thy servants give The consolation they require; And when the cloud of trouble falls, With heavenly hope their souls inspire. Be ever near us, Christ, to bless And help us in Thy faithfulness. As Thou wert with Thy saints of old, Be with us, ever present, Lord; Unite us to Thyself, we pray, As Thou hast promised by Thy word; Then we shall glorify and laud The Holy Spirit sent by God.
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Prophet of the Lord, beside us

Author: St. John of Damascus; John Brownlie Meter: 7.8.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Prophet of the Lord, beside us, Now upon the watch-tower stand; Let us see the light-clad angel Earthward come at God’s command, Telling of His power to save, Who hath risen from the grave. He was born of Virgin Mother, Lamb of God on whom we feed; Free from every spot, and blameless, Yea, a Passover indeed: Very God His wondrous claim, And Perfection is His name. As a yearling lamb He suffered, He, our Blessed, saving Crown; That He might from vileness cleanse us, Freely was His life laid down; Now, with beauty in our eyes, See the glorious Sun arise. As the ark was borne in triumph, David leaped with gladness then; Now before the Type’s fulfilment We should joy as holier men; For, omnipotent to save, Christ hath left the dismal grave. Text Sources: Canon for Easter
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O Light that knew no dawn

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 9 hymnals Lyrics: O Light that knew no dawn, That shines to endless day, All things in earth and heaven Are lustred by Thy ray; No eye can to Thy throne ascend, Nor mind Thy brightness comprehend. Thy grace, O Father, give, That I may serve in fear; Above all boons, I pray, Grant me Thy voice to hear; From sin Thy child in mercy free, And let me dwell in light with Thee. That, cleansed from filthy stain, I may meet homage give, And, pure in heart, behold And serve Thee while I live; Clean hands in holy worship raise, And Thee, O Christ my Saviour, praise. In supplication meek To Thee I bend the knee; O Christ, when Thou shalt come, In love remember me, And in Thy kingdom, by Thy grace, Grant me a humble servant’s place. Thy grace, O Father, give, I humbly Thee implore; And let Thy mercy bless Thy servant more and more. All grace and glory be to Thee From age to age eternally.
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When, O King Immortal

Author: John Brownlie; St. John of Damascus Meter: 6.5.6.5.7.7 D Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: When, O King Immortal, Thou didst seek the gloom, Tasting death in meekness, Resting in the tomb— On that dark and woful day, Hades owned Thy kingly sway. Victor! now we hail Thee, Hail Thee Christ our God; Thou hast burst the barrier Of Thy dark abode; On that glad and glorious day, Hades owned Thy kingly sway. They who bore the spices In the early hour, Heard the salutation Of the Lord of power, And His followers, sore and sad, Found the peace that made them glad. Hail the King Immortal! Death by death is slain, And the weak and fallen Rise to life again; On this glad and glorious day Hades owns the Victor’s sway.
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The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine

Author: Gregory of Nazianzus; John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine, My God, ’tis Thine to lead, to follow mine; No word deceitful shall I speak the while, Nor shall I stain my hand with action vile. Thine be the day with worthy labour filled, Strong would I stand to do the duty willed; Nor swayed by restless passion let me be, That I may give the offering pure to Thee; Else were I ’shamed when hoary age I see, Shamed were this board that bears Thy gifts to me: Mine is the impulse; O my Christ, I pray, Be Thou Thyself to me the Blessed Way!
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Bethlehem rejoices

Author: St. John of Damascus; John Brownlie Meter: 6.5.6.5 D Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: Bethlehem rejoices, Hark the voices clear, Singing in the starlight Nearer and more near. Unto God be glory, Peace to men be given, This His will who dwelleth In the heights of heaven. Heaven can not contain Him, Nor the bounds of earth, Yet, O Glorious Mystery! Virgin gives Him birth. Unto God be glory, Peace to men be given, This His will who dwelleth In the heights of heaven. Now the light ariseth In the darkened skies, Now the proud are humbled And the lowly rise. Unto God be glory, Peace to men be given, This His will who dwelleth In the heights of heaven.

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