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The Latter Day

Author: Moore Hymnal: BHPPD866 #175 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Who shall behold the glorious day Lyrics: Who shall behold the glorious day, When, throned on Zion’s brow, The Lord shall rend the veil away Which hides the nations now! When earth no more beneath the fear Of His rebuke shall lie; When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye. Then shall the world no longer mourn Beneath oppression’s chain; The days of splendor shall return, And all be new again. The fount of life shall then be quaffed In peace by all who come, And every wind that blows shall waft Some long-lost exile home. Languages: English

In Doubt

Hymnal: BHPPD866 #210 (1866) First Line: Why, thou never-setting Light Lyrics: Why, thou never-setting Light, Is thy brightness veiled from me? Why does this unwonted night Cloud thy blest benignity? I am lost without thy ray; Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord! Light my dark and erring way To the noontide of Thy word. Languages: English

Desires for God’s Presence

Author: Jones Very Hymnal: BHPPD866 #237 (1866) Meter: Irregular First Line: Wilt Thou not visit me? Lyrics: Wilt Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew; Each blade of grass I see, From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew. Wilt Thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone; And every hill and tree Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone. Come! for I need Thy love, More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain; Come, like Thy holy dove, And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again. Yes! Thou wilt visit me; Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well, As when, from sin set free, Man’s spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell. Languages: English

The Angels of Grief

Author: Whittier Hymnal: BHPPD866 #342 (1866) First Line: With silence only as their benediction Lyrics: With silence only as their benediction, God’s angels come Where, in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb. Yet would we say, what every heart approveth,— Our Father’s will, Calling to Him the dear ones whom he loveth, Is mercy still. Not upon us or ours the solemn angel Hath evil wrought; The funeral anthem is a glad evangel; The good die not! God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly What He has given; They live on earth in thought and deed, as truly As in His heaven. Languages: English

Sabbath Evening

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: BHPPD866 #375 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Within Thy courts have millions met Lyrics: Within Thy courts have millions met, Millions this day before Thee bowed; Their faces heavenward were set, Their vows to Thee, O God! they vowed. Still as the light of morning broke O’er island, continent, and deep, Thy far-spread family awoke, Sabbath all round the world to keep. From east to west the sun surveyed, From north to south, adoring throngs; And still where evening stretched her shade The stars came forth to hear their songs. And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain; To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain. The poor in spirit Thou hast fed, The feeble soul hath strengthened been. The mourner Thou hast comforted, The pure in heart their God have seen. And Thou, soul-searching God! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee, And all their prayers have reached Thy throne, In soul and truth who worshipped Thee. Languages: English

Silent Worship

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: BHPPD866 #92 (1866) First Line: Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Lyrics: Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Praises to the Eternal pour? I will teach thy soul to be Temple, hymn, and harmony. Sweeter songs than poets sing Thou shalt for thine offering bring; Softly murmured hymns, that dwell In devotion’s deepest cell. Know that music’s holiest strain Loves to linger, loves to reign, In that calm of quiet thought Which the passions trouble not. Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Praises to the Eternal pour? Thus thy soul may learn to be Temple, hymn, and harmony. Languages: English

Remember Thy Creator in the Days of Thy Youth

Hymnal: BHPPD866 #446 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow Lyrics: Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow The light of youth is shed, O’er whose glad path life’s early flowers In glowing beauty spread; Forget not Him whose love hath poured Around that golden light, And tinged those opening buds of hope With hues so softly bright. Thou tempted one! just entering Upon enchanted ground, Ten thousand snares are spread for thee, Ten thousand foes surround: A dark and a deceitful band, Upon thy path they lower; Trust not thine own unaided strength To save thee from their power. Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye May soon be dimmed with tears, To whom the hours of bitterness Must come in coming years; Teach early thy confiding eye To pierce the cloudy screen, To look above the storms of life, Eternally serene. Languages: English

I Say unto You, Watch!

Author: Doddridge Hymnal: BHPPD866 #277 (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Ye servants of the Lord! Lyrics: Ye servants of the Lord! Each in your office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame: Gird up your loins, as in His sight; For holy is His name. Watch! ’tis your Lord’s command; And while we speak, He’s near: Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned. Languages: English

I Will Extol Thee, O Lord!

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: BHPPD866 #549 (1866) First Line: Yea, I will extol Thee Lyrics: Yea, I will extol Thee, Lord of Life and light! For Thine arm upheld me, Turned my foes to flight. I implored Thy succor, Thou wast swift to save, To heal my wounded spirit, And bring me from the grave. Grief may, like the pilgrim, Through the night sojourn, Yet shall joy, to-morrow, With the sun return. Thou hast turned my mourning Into minstrelsy; Girded me with gladness, Set from thraldom free. Thee my ransomed powers Henceforth shall adore; Thee, my great Deliverer, Bless forevermore! Languages: English

The Strength of the Erring

Hymnal: BHPPD866 #206 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good Lyrics: Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good; Man is not made for endless ill; The offending soul, in darkest mood, Hath yet a hope, a refuge still. Thou, God, wilt hear; these pangs are meant To heal the spirit, not destroy; And even remorse, for chastening sent, When Thou commandest, works for joy. Languages: English