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A crown of gold surpassing rare
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #06 (1907) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
I
A crown of gold surpassing rare,
The western hills, in beauty, wear;
And earth and sea reflect the light,
That fades before th’ approach of night.
II
O Glorious Sun! whose peerless ray
Illumes the realm of endless day,
Shine on a world where darkness dwells,
And all the joy of day dispels.
III
Soft o’er the land the twilight creeps;
Night falls apace, and nature sleeps;
O let not night my life control,
And plunge in sleep my drowsy soul.
IV
Sleep to the weary pilgrim give,
But let the soul through slumber live;
Wake when the first faint gleam of morn
Tells that another day is born.
V
Light of my life! bid night depart,
Sing to my soul, and cheer my heart;
That morn, and noon, and night may be
One beauteous day of joy to me.
VI
And when the brightest morn shall break,
And bid the eternal day awake,
O Glorious Sun! in radiance shine,
To guard from night the realm divine.
Languages: English
A crown of gold surpassing rare
A crown of gold surpassing rare
Hymnal: Hymns of the Early Church #40 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
A crown of gold surpassing rare,
The western hills, in beauty wear;
And earth and sea reflect the light,
That fades before th' approach of night.
O Glorious Sun! whose peerless ray
Illumes the realm of endless day,
Shine on a world where darkness dwells,
And all the joy of day dispels.
Soft o'er the land the twilight creeps;
Night falls apace, and nature sleeps;
Oh, let not night my life control,
And plunge in sleep my drowsy soul.
41
Sleep to the weary pilgrim give,
But let the soul through slumber live;
Wake when the first faint gleam of morn
Tells that another day is born.
Light of my life! bid night depart,
Sing to my soul, and cheer my heart;
That morn, and noon, and night may be
One beauteous day of joy to me.
And when the brightest morn shall break,
And bid the eternal day awake,
O glorious Sun! in radiance shine,
To guard from night the realm Divine.
Languages: English
A crown of gold surpassing rare
