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The Prodigal

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: BHPPD866 #195 (1866) First Line: Brother, hast thou wandered far Lyrics: Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy Father’s happy home, With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother, homeward come! Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life’s most golden hours? Turn thee, brother, God can save! Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow? Turn thee, God will make thee whole! He can heal thy bitterest wound, He thy gentlest prayer can hear; Seek Him, for He may be found; Call upon Him; He is near. Languages: English

Ministering Angels

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: BHPPD866 #358 (1866) Meter: Irregular First Line: Brother, the angels say Lyrics: Brother, the angels say, Peace to thy heart! We, too, O brother, have Been as thou art,— Hope-lifted, doubt-depressed, Seeing in part, Tried, troubled, tempted, Sustained, as thou art. Brother, they softly say, Be our thoughts one; Bend thou with us and pray, “Thy will be done!” Our God is thy God; He willeth the best; Trust Him as we trusted— Rest as we rest! Ye, too, they gently say, Shall angels be; Ye, too, O brothers, From earth shall be free: Yet in earth’s loved ones Ye still shall have part, Bearing God’s strength and love To the torn heart. Thus when the spirit, tried Tempted and worn, Finding no earthly aid, Heavenward doth turn,— 285 Come these sweet angel-tones, Falling like balm, And on the troubled heart Steals a deep calm. Languages: English

Funeral Hymn

Author: Milman Hymnal: BHPPD866 #403 (1866) Meter: Irregular First Line: Brother, thou art gone before us Lyrics: Brother, thou art gone before us, And thy saintly soul is flown, Where tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrows are unknown; From the burden of the flesh, And from care and fear, released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. Sin no more can taint thy spirit, Nor can doubt thy faith assail; Thy soul its welcome has received, Thy strength shall never fail; And thou’rt sure to meet the good, Whom on earth thou lovedst best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. To the grave thy body bearing, Low we place it mid the dead; And lay the turf above it now, And seal its narrow bed; But thy spirit soars away, Free, among the faithful blest, Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest. Languages: English

The Christian’s Burial

Author: J. H. Bancroft Hymnal: BHPPD866 #405 (1866) First Line: Brother, though from yonder sky Lyrics: Brother, though from yonder sky Cometh neither voice nor cry, Yet we know for thee to-day Every pain hath passed away. Not for thee shall tears be given, Child of God, and heir of heaven; For he gave thee sweet release; Thine the Christian’s death of peace. Well we know thy living faith Had the power to conquer death; As a living rose may bloom By the border of the tomb. Brother, in that solemn trust, We commend thy dust to dust; In that faith we wait, till, risen, Thou shalt meet us all in heaven. While we weep as Jesus wept, Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept; Then with Jesus thou shalt rest, Crowned, and glorified, and blest. Languages: English

Calls of the Spirit

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: BHPPD866 #511 (1866) First Line: Brother, will you slight the message Lyrics: Brother, will you slight the message Sent in mercy from above? Every sentence, O how tender, Every line how full of love! Heavenly accents Full of strength and peace and love! Tempted souls, they bring you succor; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears; And with deepest consolation Chase away the falling tears; Tender heralds, Blessed he their word who hears! Holy angels, hovering round us! Waiting spirits! speed your way, Hasten to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay, That our spirits Glad the message will obey. Languages: English

Bearing the Cross

Author: Bulfinch Hymnal: BHPPD866 #133 (1866) First Line: Burden of shame and woe! Lyrics: Burden of shame and woe! How does the heart o’erflow At thought of him the bitter cross who bore! But we have each our own, To others oft unknown, Which we must bear till life shall be no more. And shall we fear to tread The path where Jesus led, The pure and holy one, for man who died? Or shall we shrink from shame, Endured for Jesus’ name, Our glorious Lord, once spurned and crucified? Then, ’mid the woes that wait On this our mortal state, Patience shall cheer affliction, toil, and loss, And though the tempter’s art Assail the struggling heart, Still, Saviour! in thy name we bear the cross. Languages: English

The Holy Child

Author: Heber Hymnal: BHPPD866 #444 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: By cool Siloam's shady rill Lyrics: By cool Siloam’s shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon’s dewy rose! Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God! O Thou who giv’st us life and breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still Thine own! Languages: English

Prayer and Labor

Author: J. H. Perkins Hymnal: BHPPD866 #455 (1866) Meter: Irregular First Line: By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed Lyrics: By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed, ’Tis hard to labor,—hard to pray; And of the week, for prayer and rest, We’ve but one Sabbath day. But purer spirits walk above, Who worship alway; who are blest With an upspringing might of love That makes all labor, rest. Father, while here, we would arise In spirit to that realm; and there Be every act a sacrifice, And every thought a prayer! Languages: English

Faith

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: BHPPD866 #534 (1866) First Line: Call the Lord thy sure salvation Lyrics: Call the Lord thy sure salvation, Rest beneath the Almighty’s shade; In His secret habitation Dwell, nor ever be dismayed! There no tumult can alarm thee, Thou shalt dread no hidden snare, Guile nor violence shall harm thee, In eternal safeguard there. There, though winds and waves are swelling, God, thy hope, shall bear through all; Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, Thee no evil shall befall. He shall charge His angel legions Watch and ward o’er thee to keep, Though thou walk through hostile regions, Though in desert wilds thou sleep. Since, with pure and firm affection, Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of His protection He shall shield thee from above. Languages: English

Death of the Young

Author: Mrs. Hemans Hymnal: BHPPD866 #410 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Calm on the bosom of thy God Lyrics: Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now! E’en while with us thy footstep trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its home on high! They that have seen thy look in death No more may fear to die. Lone are the paths, and sad the hours, Since thy meek spirit’s gone; But, O, a brighter home than ours, In heaven, is now thine own! Languages: English