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O city girt with glory!

Meter: 7.6.7.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O city girt with glory! Thou scene of quiet rest, Where dwells the King Eternal, Oh, beautiful and blest! Thy streets are filled with glorious song, The praises of a myriad throng. With stones of polished beauty Is reared thy structure fair; And gems, and gold, and crystal Are sparkling everywhere; With pearls thy gates are glittering gay, And golden is thy bright highway. 144 For ever, and in sweetness Are Alleluias given; Unending is the feast day, The royal feast of heaven; Whate'er within thy walls is stored, Is pure and holy to the Lord. No clouds with sombre curtain Thy glorious brightness screen; There shines the Sun eternal, And aye at noonday seen; There is no night to give repose, For no one toil or trouble knows. The vernal glow of spring-time Is rich and lasting there; The wealth of summer's beauty Is scattered everywhere; And that fair realm can never know The autumn's blast, or winter's snow. 145 The notes that fall in sweetness, Where birds in woodland sing; The sounds of softest music, That winds in summer bring, Are wafted o'er that city bright, In strains of unalloyed delight. There youth adorned with vigour Ne'er into age declines; No aged fears the mortal, Nor for the past repines; For past and future are unknown, In heaven the present reigns alone. No fleshly law can triumph, And over reason ride; With bodies pure and stainless The spirit shall abide; And power of flesh, and power of will, Shall both one common law fulfil. 146 Oh, bright the heavenly glory This fragile frame shall wear, When health, and strength, and freedom Shall crown with beauty rare; And pleasure's draughts no sorrow know, But everlasting joys bestow. Now gladly bear the burden; With zeal thy task maintain; And gifts shall crown thy labour, And all thy loss be gain; When decked with splendour thou shalt be Where glory shines eternally.

The time is drawing near

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: The time is drawing near, It may not tarry long, When they who face the conflict here, Shall join the glorious throng, Where gladness fills the heart, And honour crowns the brow; For tireless service fit me, Lord, By willing service now. Let sunshine flood the soul, When threatening night descends, That I may see the light serene No sunset ever ends. 150 Let strength my spirit nerve, That, with each labour done, I may, like those who serve above, See some new task begun; The time is drawing near: Till that bright morning break, May I, with those who see Thy face, Thy will, my pleasure make:

Lord, to our humble prayers attend:

Meter: 8.8.8.7 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: Lord, to our humble prayers attend: Let Thou Thy peace from heaven descend, And to our souls salvation send. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Rule in our hearts, Thou Prince of Peace, The welfare of Thy Church increase, And bid all strife and discord cease. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. To all who meet for worship here, Do Thou in faithfulness draw near; Inspire with faith and godly fear. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. 152 Oh, clothe Thy ministers with might, To rule within Thy Church aright, That they may serve as in Thy sight. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. The sovereign ruler of our land, Protect by Thine Almighty hand, And all around the throne who stand. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Let clouds and sunshine bless the earth, Give fruits and flowers a timely birth, Our harvests crown with peaceful mirth, Have mercy, Lord, upon us. Let voyages by land and sea In danger's hour in safety be; The suffering and the captives free. Have mercy, Lord, upon us. 153 Around us let Thy shield be cast, Till wrath and danger are o'erpast, And tribulation's bitter blast. Have mercy, Lord, upon us.

Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation

Meter: 12.10.12.10 with refrain Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation, Heaven tells His glory, earth His bounty shews; Lowly He sought us, and won for us salvation, Grace fills our lives with goodness He bestows. Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise, Blessing, and honour, and glory, always. Spring time and harvest, and cloud and summer gladness, Come to our earth because His promise lives; Morn smiles with beauty, and evening soothes our sadness-- Such are the treasures that His bounty gives. 155 Spring time is now, and summer with its beauty; Brightness and sadness here alternate come; Lord, may the flowers, and fruits of love and duty, Blossom and ripen for Thy harvest home. Then when the angels the reapers at the ending, Gather the fruitage which our lives have grown, May we with gladness, angel toil attending, Sing of the harvest at the heavenly home.

High on the throne of the Ancient of Days

Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: High on the throne of the Ancient of Days, Lauded by hosts that unceasingly praise, Christ in the glory He valiantly won, Reigns in His right, the omnipotent Son. Highest in rank fall adoringly down, Cherub, and seraph of peerless renown; Bowing their heads 'neath the shade of their wings, Each the Trisagion ceaselessly sings. Princes and potentates, noble and strong, They to whom virtue and kin-ship belong, Lay at His footstool the crowns which they wear, Honoured to leave them in loyalty there. 157 Who can approach where such majesty bright, Fills with its radiance the dwelling of light? Who, where immortals abide evermore, Dare in the glory transcendent adore? Lo, from the regions of sorrow they come, Singing, whose lips in the darkness were dumb; Thousands, ten thousands, with offerings of love, Rise to the bliss that receives them above. Thou hast redeemed them, O Christ, they are Thine, Pure as the hosts in Thy presence they shine; They with the angels adoringly praise, Blending their song with immortals' always.

I sought the Lord at early morn

Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 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. 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. 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. 161 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. 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.

Let a shining robe be mine

Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Let a shining robe be mine, Spotless as the snow drift white, Thou, who for Thy form Divine, Mak'st a garment of the light. Darkness from Thy presence flies, Thou art light: and where Thou art, Radiance, as from heavenly skies, Seeks, effulgent, every heart. Far I wandered from the right, Dark around, and dark within; Groping in the gloom of night, Wounded in the ways of sin. 163 And my rags with mire defiled, Clothe my naked soul with shame; For, from Thee, a wayward child, I have wandered to my blame. Let Thy presence fill my soul, Let my heart Thy nearness feel; Speak the word, and I am whole; Touch my wounds, and they shall heal. Then the night that round me lies, At Thy presence shall depart; And a glorious light arise In the darkness of my heart. Let a shining robe be mine, Spotless as the snow drift white; Thou, who, for Thy form Divine, Mak'st a garment of the light.

My soul doth wait on God

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: My soul doth wait on God, From Him my help proceeds; His mercy is exceeding broad, To overtake my needs. He gives His pardoning grace, When I my sin confess; Nor ever hides from me His face In my distressfulness. The Spirit of all power, Most freely He bestows; And I am strong in evil hour, When pressed by direst foes. 173 Oh, He has gifts in store, More rich than wealth commands; And when His pity I implore, He fills my empty hands. God, Thou art good and kind, And full of tender grace; Have me for ever in Thy mind, Nor hide from me Thy face.

The chariots of the Lord are strong

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: The chariots of the Lord are strong, Their number passeth ken; Mount them and fight against the wrong, Ye who are valiant men. Where, unabashed, the power of sin Vaunts an unhindered sway, Ride, in the strength of God, and win Fresh laurels in the fray. For freedom wield the sword of might, And cut the bands that bind; Strike boldly in the cause of right, And still fresh laurels find. 175 Where hands are weak, and hearts are faint, Through conflict sharp and sore; Where hearts that murmur no complaint, Shrink at the thought of more: There let the power of God be shown, To quell satanic might; To rescue those who strive alone, Despondent in the fight. Ride on, the chariots of the Lord, Dispel the hosts of sin; Ye who are valiant, wield the sword, And still fresh laurels win.

O heavenly land beyond the sun!

Meter: 8.3.8.3.8.8.3 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: O heavenly land beyond the sun! Far away; Where pilgrims rest, their wanderings done, Far away; Where sin and sorrow, grief and pain, Shall ne'er afflict the soul again, Far away. O heavenly land of promise sweet! Far away; Where Christ and His redeemed shall meet, Far away; Where love and peace shall fill the heart, And joy respond in every part, Far away. 177 O blessed land where Jesus is! Far away; Where all shall come He claims as His Far away; The pure in heart, the meek, are there, And oh, that land is passing fair! Far away. O blessed land beyond the sun! Far away; I'll share thy joys when earth is done, Far away; Lord Jesus, fit me by Thy grace, And in Thy love prepare a place, Far away.