Holy Sonnet 6 This is my play’s last scene; here heavens appoint My pilgrimage’s last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace; My span’s last inch, my minute’s latest point; And gluttonous death will instantly unjoint My body and soul, …
Tag: Hymns
I WILL COME AGAIN AND RECEIVE YOU UNTO MYSELF
LORD Jesus, we are yearning Thine own blest face to see; And in Thy glorious presence For evermore to be. To rest with Thee, dear Saviour, Throughout long years to come; And leave Thee, never, never, O’er earth again to roam. Ah! lone has been …
The Day Draweth near!
IT draweth near! That day,—of days the day,— For which the Bridegroom waits, For which the virgins pray; For which earth sighs, and hastes To greet it on its way; Asking, as on it comes, Why this so long delay? It draweth near at last! …
JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING
CHRISTIAN, the night of weeping Will soon be overpast, And we in Jesus’ blest embrace Will find ourselves at last. And now, with comforts many, We wend our way along, Learning to lighten present griefs With notes of Zion’s song. Christian, the morning cometh! Oh, …
His smile, O how pleasant How pleasant!
1. While nature was sinking in stillness to rest. The last beam of daylight shone dim in the west, O’er fields by pale moonlight or stars’ trembling ray, In deep meditation, I wandered away. 2. While passing a garden I paused to hear, A voice …
THE MORNING OF JOY
OH, bright will be the waking— The resurrection dawn! The day will soon be breaking, And Christ, His kingdom taking, Will usher in the morn. Oh, sweet the rays we borrow Beforehand from the Light! A few bright hours of sorrow, “Joy Cometh on the …
At The Opening Of Worship
HYMN II Far from our Thoughts, vain World, be gone, Let our religious Hours alone: Oh may our Eyes our Saviour see! We wait a Visit, Lord, from thee. Oh warm our Hearts with Holy Fire, And kindle there a pure Desire: Come, our Dear …
BEYOND
BEYOND the smiling and the weeping, I shall be soon; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home, Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come.” Beyond the blooming and the fading, I shall …
His Love to Souls
1 DID Christ o’er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears, Angels with wonder see! Be thou astonish’d, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee. 3 He wept …
Oh, My Black Soul
Holy Sonnet 4 Oh my black soul! Now art thou summoned By sickness, death’s herald and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done Treason, and durst not turn to whence he is fled; Or like a thief, which till death’s doom be …