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Thou Who Wast Once A Child
Author: Susan L. Emery Meter: 12.10.12.10 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: Thou who wast once a child, Thy children pray to thee Lyrics: 1 Thou who wast once a child, Thy children pray to Thee,
When e’er the daylight breaks, where’er we be.
Throughout the busy day, preserve us, Lord, from sin,
And when Heav’n’s morning breaks, oh, let us in.
2 In every danger, Lord, to Thee we lift our cry;
Oh, hear on land or sea, and be Thou nigh.
When bright the lightnings flash, keep us from wild alarm;
Let none who trust in Thee; fear pain or harm.
3 Thou who the night of sleep, and night of death hast known,
Console us, when we weep, our dead alone;
Guard us in sleep, in death, and grant at last that we
May wake in endless light Thy face to see. Used With Tune: EMSWORTH
Thou Who Wast Once A Child
The Foreglow
Author: Horatius Bonar Meter: 12.10.12.10 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Now angels down have flown, now glory bright has shone Lyrics: 1 Now angels down have flown, now glory bright has shone,
Now shepherds see the light and hear the voice:
"Fear not; behold, I bring glad tidings of your king;
Let all the nations of earth now rejoice."
2 Sing a new song tonight, sing, all ye stars of light,
The Lord of Glory leaves His glorious heav’n.
To earth behold Him come from His celestial home;
To us a Child is born, a Son is giv’n!
3 O music of the past, the sweetest and the last
Of all the notes of ages gone is this,
That tells of His great birth, that sings of peace on earth,
And man restored to more than primal bliss.
4 O lingering night, speed on! arise, thou golden sun,
And bring in eager joy the day of days.
When the eternal Word creation’s King and Lord,
Takes flesh that He may flesh to glory raise.
5 O wailing winds, be still, o’er sea and plain and hill;
O storm and thunder, halt your tumult, cease;
And breathe, thou loving gale, thy odors soft exhale,
To greet the coming of the Prince of Peace.
6 He comes to breathe our air, our very flesh to wear;
He comes to die our death, to bear our load;
He comes to still our fears, to wipe our falling tears,
To heal and bless us—O Jesus of God!
7 Over yon silent peak, I see the foreglow break,
That tells of glory earth has never known;
The glory of the King, to whom all tribes shall bring
Their deepest homage, praise, honor and crown.
8 Sing out, ye sons of men, a louder, loftier strain!
Lift up your voice, O happy, blest Bethlehem!
Let psalm and hymn ascend, and with the incense blend
Arising from thy shrine, Jerusalem! Used With Tune: LONG BEACH Text Sources: Hymns of the Nativity, and Other Pieces (London: James Nisbet, 1879)
The Foreglow
Lo, Summer Comes Again!
Author: Edward H. Plumptre Meter: 12.10.12.10 Appears in 8 hymnals First Line: Lo, summer comes again! And after springtide rain Lyrics: 1 Lo, summer comes again! And after springtide rain,
The quickening sunbeams flood the world with light;
See, high in night’s clear skies, the joy of longing eyes,
The moon of harvest shines serenely bright.
2 O Lord of Heav’n and earth, who givest joy and mirth,
Open our lips to show Thy wondrous praise;
Our hearts are dull and cold, we leave Thy love untold;
O give us strength our anthems glad to raise.
3 Each month we sow or reap, each hour we toil or sleep,
Thou givest life and joy, and Thou alone;
O grant to each and all when death’s dark shadows fall,
To stand true workers round our Master’s throne.
4 So, life’s long task-work o’er, set free for evermore,
We shall sit down at Thy great harvest feast;
Reaper and sower met, the burning heat forget,
And taste God’s love, the greatest as the least.
5 Yea, Lord, Thou too dost claim, the Sower’s mystic name;
Thou sendest forth Thy reapers to their field;
O be it theirs to bear the full corn in the ear,
When Thy true seed its hundred-fold shall yield.
6 Root out the evil tares, earth’s vexing griefs and cares,
Bind the hot blasts that wither and destroy;
And when the hour is come to bring the full sheaves home,
Bid men and angels share Thy harvest joy. Used With Tune: MADURAI
Lo, Summer Comes Again!
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