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Bearing the Reproach of Christ

Hymnal: BHPPD866 #535 (1866) First Line: Cross, reproach, and tribulation Lyrics: Cross, reproach, and tribulation, Ye to me are welcome guests, When I have this consolation, That my soul in Jesus rests. The reproach of Christ is glorious; Those who here his burden bear In the end shall prove victorious, And eternal gladness share. Bear then the reproach of Jesus, Ye who live a life of faith! Lift triumphant songs and praises, Even in martyrdom and death. Bonds and stripes, and evil story, Are our honorable crowns; Pain is peace, and shame is glory, Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. Languages: English

Christ The Sufferer

Author: Gaskell Hymnal: BHPPD866 #128 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Dark were the paths our Master trod Lyrics: Dark were the paths our Master trod, Yet never failed his trust in God; Cruel and fierce the wrongs he bore, Yet he but felt for man the more. Unto the cross in faith he went, His Father’s willing instrument; Upon the cross his prayer arose In pity for his ruthless foes. O, may we all his kindred be, By holy love and sympathy; Still loving man through every ill, And trusting in our Father’s will! Languages: English

The Dayspring From on High

Author: Gaskell Hymnal: BHPPD866 #104 (1866) First Line: Darkness o'er the world was brooding Lyrics: Darkness o’er the world was brooding Sadder than Egyptian gloom; Souls by myriads lay in slumber Deep as of the sealed tomb. Earth had lost the links which bound it To the throne of light above; Yet an eye was watching o’er it, And that eye was full of love. Like a glorious beam of morning, Straight a ray pierced through the cloud, Spirits mightily awakening From their dark and heavy shroud. Still that ray shines on and brightens, Chasing mist and gloom away; Happy they on whom it gathers With its full and perfect day! Languages: English

Daughter of Zion

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: BHPPD866 #583 (1866) Meter: Irregular First Line: Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Lyrics: Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o’er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o’er. Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them; Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; Th’ oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. Languages: English

Daughter of Zion

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: BHPPD866 #179 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Daughter of Zion! from the dust Lyrics: Daughter of Zion! from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust, He calls thee from the dead. Awake, awake! put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord’s appointed day. Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the south, “Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O north!” They come, they come;—thine exiled bands, Where’er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. Languages: English

“Give Us Our Daily Bread.”

Author: Conder Hymnal: BHPPD866 #30 (1866) First Line: Day by day the manna fell; Lyrics: Day by day the manna fell; O, to learn this lesson well! Still by constant mercy fed, Give us, Lord, our daily bread. “Day by day,” the promise reads; Daily strength for daily needs; Cast foreboding fears away; Take the manna of to-day. Lord, our times are in Thy hand; All our sanguine hopes have planned To Thy wisdom we resign, And would mould our wills to Thine. Thou our daily task shalt give; Day by day to Thee we live; So shall added years fulfil Not our own, our Father’s will. O, to live exempt from care, By the energy of prayer; Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Glowing yet with gratitude! Languages: English

“Weep Not.”

Author: Dale Hymnal: BHPPD866 #407 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Dear as thou wast, and justly dear Lyrics: Dear as thou wast, and justly dear, We would not weep for thee; One thought shall check the starting tear,— It is—that thou art free. And thus shall faith’s consoling power The tears of love restrain; O, who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again? Gently the passing spirit fled, Sustained by grace divine; O, may such grace on us be shed, And make our end like thine! Languages: English

Blessed Are They That Mourn

Author: Bryant Hymnal: BHPPD866 #326 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Deem not that they are blest alone Lyrics: Deem not that they are blest alone Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The God who loves our race has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that now o’erflow with tears, And weary hours of woe and pain Are earnests of serener years. O, there are days of hope and rest For every dark and troubled night! And grief may bide, an evening guest, But joy shall come with morning light. And ye, who o’er a friend’s low bier Now shed the bitter drops like rain, Know that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to your arms again. Languages: English

Peace on Earth

Author: Longfellow Hymnal: BHPPD866 #421 (1866) First Line: Down the dark future, through long generations Lyrics: Down the dark future, through long generations, The sounds of war grow fainter and then cease; And, like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!” Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals, The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies; But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise. Languages: English

The Hour of Prayer

Hymnal: BHPPD866 #481 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din Lyrics: Earth’s busy sounds and ceaseless din Wake not this morning air! A holy calm should welcome in This solemn hour of prayer. Now peace, be still, unhallowed care, And hushed within the breast! A holy joy should welcome there This happy day of rest. Each better thought the spirit knows, This hour, the spirit fill! And Thou, from whom its being flows, O, teach it all Thy will! Then shall this day, which God hath blest, Hallow life’s every hour, And bear us to our better rest, Eternal, perfect, sure. Languages: English