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Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears

Author: John Brownlie Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Lord of the hills, where earliest dawn appears, Ere earth and sky the rule of night disown; Where rise in bright array the gilded spears That thrust the ebon monarch from his throne; Lord of the hills! Who art the Lord of Light, When morning dawns, dispel my inward night. Lord of the hills, where massive strength abides, From age to age, broad based, and towering high; Where thunders roll, and livid lightning glides, And storms descend from cloud-enmantled sky; Lord of the hills! Who art the Lord of Strength, Frail, I would find my power in Thee at length. Lord of the hills, where hope aspiring wings Her course to heaven, from peaks that heavenward rise, Looks down in wonder on the clouds, and sings Of cloudless realms beyond the farthest skies; Lord of the hills! with hope my soul inspire, To leave my earth-bound hopes, and mount to higher. Lord of the hills! O Christ, Thou art my Light, My darkened soul like morning to illume; Lord of the hills! O Christ, Thou art my might, To vanquish death, and triumph o'er the tomb; Lord of the hills! my hope when sore distressed, My soul looks up to Thee, and finds her rest.

Told in the Market-Place

Author: Edwina S. Babcock Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: That day the doves with burnished silver breasts Lyrics: 1. That day the doves with burnished silver breasts Uneasy were; we, halt and blind and lame, Within the temple waited, ugly guests, Hoping, in spite of filth, disease and shame; Outside the multitude waved branches green Calling, Hosanna to the Nazarene. 2. I shrank close to the roof-prop, for my eyes Were dead to seeing: but heard I the coins, The piles of clinking silver shekels rise, Poured from sheiks’ bags and belts ’round merchant loins; I heard the purple priced; and in between Far off, Hosanna to the Nazarene. 3. I could not see Him enter, but I heard The multitude and smelled the dusty throng: Old Anab brushed me with his ragged beard, Muttering, Kneel, thou! He will speak ere long. Yea—though five time more leprous I had been I would come here to implore the Nazarene. 4. But then the woman Terah, ill of pox, Began to whimper, See, He bringeth woe! He overturns the booths, the treasure box, Eyes blazing on the sellers. Let us go! He’ll scourge us, smite us! Tush! It is well seen We shall be cursèd of the Nazarene. 5. A form swept past us, we in terror caught A man’s clear voice of anger: then the sound Of fleeing feet of traffickers, onslaught On booths, and tables crashing to the ground. I heard the money scatter and careen Under the spurning of the Nazarene. 6. Rachel, a maiden, clutched my sleeve, and shrank With me behind the curtain, and the crowd Surged wildly past. For us, our dear hopes sank Under that stern voice cutting like a goad, Judging, arraigning, charging; ’mid the spleen Of money-changers, stood the Nazarene! 7. This temple is My house, the House of Prayer! His voice was like the wind that whips the leaves. But with your buyings and your sellings there Ye—ye have made My house a den of thieves. Then little Rachel sobbed, Awful is His mien; His eyes are flames; I fear the Nazarene. 8. But when the temple silenced—while a dove Fluttered and soared and beat against the roof, We frightened beggars heard a voice of love Calling us gently; then His tender proof He gave. He healed us! I, who e’er had been Blind from my birth—I saw the Nazarene! Used With Tune: YORKSHIRE

Oh More Than Merciful

Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Lyrics: 1 Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave Thy guiltless self to glut the greedy grave! Whose heart was rent to pay Thy people’s price; The great high priest at once and sacrifice! Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! 2 When sin with flowery garland hides her dart, When tyrant force would daunt the sinking heart, When fleshly lust assails, or worldly care, Or the soul flutters in the fowler’s snare— Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! 3 And, chiefest then, when nature yields the strife, And mortal darkness wraps the gate of life; When the poor spirit, from the tomb set free, Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee— Help, Savior, by Thy cross and crimson stain, Nor let Thy glorious blood be spilt in vain! Used With Tune: YORKSHIRE Text Sources: Published posthumously in Hymns Written and Adapted to the Weekly Church Service of the Year (London: J. Murray, 1827)

O Glorious Day, When Thou, the God of Light

Author: Ernest Edwin Ryden Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 2 hymnals

I Dared Not Hope

Author: Edwin Hatch, 1835-1889 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 9 hymnals First Line: I dared not hope that Thou wouldst deign to come Lyrics: 1. I dared not hope that Thou wouldst deign to come And make this lowly heart of mine Thy home, That Thou wouldst deign, O King of kings, to be E’en for one hour a sojourner in me; Yet art Thou always here to help, and bless, And lift the load of my great sinfulness. 2. I dared not ever hope for such a Guide To walk with me my faltering steps beside, To help me when I fall, and when I stray Constrain me gently to the better way; Yet art Thou always at my side to be A Counselor and a Comforter to me. 3. I do not always go where Thou dost lead, I do not always Thy soft whispers heed; I follow other lights, and, in my sin, I vex with many a slight my Friend within: Yet Thou dost not, though grieved, from me depart, But guardest still Thy place within my heart. Used With Tune: NACHTLIED

The Humble Inquiry

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Grace rules below, and sits enthroned above Lyrics: 1 Grace rules below, and sits enthroned above, How few the sparks of wrath! how slow they move, And drop and die in boundless seas of love! 2 But me, vile wretch! should pitying love embrace Deep in its ocean, hell itself would blaze, And flash and burn me through the boundless seas. 3 Yea, Lord, my guilt to such a vastness grown Seems to confine my choice to wrath alone, And calls Thy power to vindicate Thy throne. 4 Thine honor bids, "Avenge Thy injured name," Thy slighted loves a dreadful glory claim, While my moist tears might but incense Thy flame. 5 Should heav’n grow black, almighty thunder roar, And vengeance blast me, I could plead no more, But own Thy justice, dying, and adore. 6 Yet can those bolts of death that cleave the flood To reach a rebel, pierce this sacred shroud, Tinged in the vital stream of my Redeemer’s blood? Used With Tune: YORKSHIRE Text Sources: Horae Lyrica Book 1, 1706

Not to Our Names, Thou Only Just

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 60 hymnals First Line: Not to our names, Thou only just and true Lyrics: 1 Not to our names, Thou only just and true, not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy pow'r and grace, Thy truth and justice, claim immortal honors to Thy sov'reign name. Shine thro' the earth from heav’n, Thy blest abode nor let the heathens say, "And where’s your God?" 2 Heav’n is Thine higher court, there stands Thy throne, and thro' the lower worlds Thy will is done; our God framed all this earth, these heav’ns He spread, but fools adore the gods their hands have made; the kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold their silver-saviors, and their saints of gold. 3 Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears, the molten image neither sees nor hears; their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, they have no speech, nor thought, nor pow'r, nor love; yet foolish mortals make their long complaints to their deaf idols, and unmoving saints. 4 The rich have statues well adorned with gold; the poor, content with gods of coarser mould, with tools of iron carve the senseless stock, lopped from a tree, or broken from a rock; people and priest drive on the solemn trade, and trust the gods that saws and hammers made. 5 Be heav’n and earth amazed! ’Tis hard to say which are more stupid, their false gods or they: O Israel, trust the LORD, He hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and He thy heav’nly shield. 6 In GOD we trust: our impious foes in vain attempt thy ruin, and oppose His reign; had they prevailed, darkness had closed our days, and death and silence had forbid His praise; but we are saved and live: let songs arise, and Zion bless the GOD that built the skies. Topics: Adoration Scripture: Psalm 115 Used With Tune: FINLANDIA

All Praise to You (Stewards of Earth)

Author: Omer Westendorf Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: All praise to you, O God of all creation Topics: God Creation and Providence; Christian Experience; Creation; Duty; Ecology; God Creator; God Grace; Heaven(s)/Paradise; Praise; Processionals (Opening of Worship); Service; Service Music Doxologies; Stewardship; Understanding; Wisdom; Wonder Used With Tune: FINLANDIA