Not Very Well Known Hymns

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The Friendly Beasts

Unknown author, 12th Century; translated from French to English by an anonymous translator.

Jesus, our Brother, strong and good,
Was humbly born in a stable rude,
And the friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus, our Brother, strong and good.

"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
"I carried His mother uphill and down,
I carried His mother to Bethlehem town;"
"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown.

"I," said the cow, all white and red,
"I gave Him my manger for His bed,
I gave Him hay to pillow His head;"
"I," said the cow, all white and red.

"I," said the sheep with curly horn,
"I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm,
He wore my coat on Christmas morn;"
"I," said the sheep with curly horn.

"I," said the dove, from the rafters high,
"I cooed Him to sleep that He should not cry,
We cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I;"
"I," said the dove, from the rafters high.

Thus all the beasts, by some good spell,
In the stable dark were glad to tell
Of the gifts they gave Emmanuel,
The gifts they gave Emmanuel.

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Evergreen, Holly and Laurel

by John H. Hopkins, Jr.

Hail to the morn when Christ is born!
Hosanna in the highest!
Angels on high sing thro’ the sky!
Hosanna in the highest!
Shepherds adore the Lamb today:
Kings from the east are on their way;

Refrain

Sing then all in house and hall:
Hosanna!
Christ is born on Christmas morn,
Hosanna in the highest!

Cedar and pine now cheerily twine:
Hosanna in the highest!
Crown every scene with evergreen:
Hosanna in the highest!
Now is the reign of darkness o’er:
Jesu is King for evermore!

Sing then all in house and hall:
Hosanna!
Christ is born on Christmas morn,
Hosanna in the highest!

Boughs of the holly this day adorn:
Hosanna in the highest!
Sharp are the leaves as crowns of thorn:
Hosanna in the highest!
See, in the berries all blood-red,
Blood that, for us, this Babe shall shed:

Sing then all in house and hall:
Hosanna!
Christ is born on Christmas morn,
Hosanna in the highest!

Laurel and bay bring forth today:
Hosanna in the highest!
Matchless His might in deadly fight:
Hosanna in the highest!
Hail to the Child Immanuel!
Conqueror is He of death and hell!

Sing then all in house and hall:
Hosanna!
Christ is born on Christmas morn,
Hosanna in the highest!

[Fulson_Ottercrash]

I thought that you weren't posting till Jan. first????

[Iliara_Mustardtop]

She’s not posting from the second book till January 1, but she is finishing this first one.

[Taka_Merespinner1]

Ha, nooooooooo.

@Fulson_Ottercrash, I'm not posting from John Newton's Olney Hymns. I'm going to keep posting other ones.

BOOK TWO OF OLNEY HYMNS STARTS JAN 1!!!!!

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Judah's Star Is Risen

by Fanny Crosby

O dawn of peace and gladness,
That breaks from sea to sea!
Behold it shine with joy divine
On ancient Galilee;
For Judah’s star is risen!
Her night is passed away!
The Lord, the King Immanuel,
Is born this holy day!

O dawn of peace and gladness,
That thrills the heart of earth!
When bells of joy their tones employ
To tell a Savior’s birth,
When hill and plain and valley
Repeat the angels’ cry,
And sing in mighty chorus,
"All praise to God most high!"

O dawn of peace and gladness,
We read the holy sign;
The tidings sweet our tongues repeat
In songs of praise divine;
For Judah’s star is risen!
Let Zion’s host proclaim;
All hail the Son of David,
O magnify His name!

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This has to be my favorite Christmas hymn.

Angels From the Realms of Glory

by James Montgomery

Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation’s story
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth.

Refrain

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn king.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with us is now residing;
Yonder shines the infant light:

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn king.

Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen His natal star.

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn king.

Saints, before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear;
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear.

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn king.

Sinners, wrung with true repentance,
Doomed for guilt to endless pains,
Justice now revokes the sentence,
Mercy calls you; break your chains.

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn king.

Though an Infant now we view Him,
He shall fill His Father’s throne,
Gather all the nations to Him;
Every knee shall then bow down:

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn king.

All creation, join in praising
God, the Father, Spirit, Son,
Evermore your voices raising
To th’eternal Three in One.

Come and worship, come and worship,
Worship Christ, the newborn king.

Lord of Heaven, we adore Thee,
God the Father, God the Son,
God the Spirit, One in glory,
On the same eternal throne.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Lord of Heaven, Three in One.

Merry Christmas to all

And to all a good fight.

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'Tis by Thy Strength the Mountains Stand

by Isaac Watts

’Tis by Thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal power;
The sea grows calm at Thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.

Thy morning light and evening shade
Successive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flowers adorn the spring.

Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heav’n, earth, and air are Thine;
When clouds distill in fruitful showers,
The Author is divine.

Those wandering cisterns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around,
With watery treasures well supply
The furrows of the ground.

The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessing still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.

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O Love That Casts Out Fear

by Horatius Bonar

O love that casts out fear,
O love that casts out sin,
Tarry no more without,
But come and dwell within!

True sunlight of the soul,
Surround us as we go;
So shall our way be safe,
Our feet no straying know.

Great love of God, come in,
Well-spring of heavenly peace;
Thou Living Water, come,
Spring up, and never cease.

Love of the living God,
Of Father and of Son;
Love of the Holy Ghost,
Fill thou each needy one.

Praise to the Father give,
The Spirit and the Son;
Praise for the mighty love
Of the great Three-in-One.

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The Half Has Never Been Told

by Frances Havergal

I know I love Thee better, Lord
Than any earthly joy,
For Thou hast given me the peace
Which nothing can destroy.

Refrain

The half has never yet been told,
Of love so full and free;
The half has never yet been told,
The blood—it cleanseth me.

I know that Thou art nearer still
Than any earthly throng.
And sweeter is the thought of Thee
Than any lovely song.

The half has never yet been told,
Of love so full and free;
The half has never yet been told,
The blood—it cleanseth me.

Thou hast put gladness in my heart;
Then well may I be glad!
Without the secret of Thy love
I could not but be sad.

The half has never yet been told,
Of love so full and free;
The half has never yet been told,
The blood—it cleanseth me.

O Savior, precious Savior mine!
What will Thy presence be
If such a life of joy can crown
Our walk on earth with Thee?

The half has never yet been told,
Of love so full and free;
The half has never yet been told,
The blood—it cleanseth me.

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Servant of God, Well Done!

by John Wesley, 1770. Wesley wrote this hymn on the occasion of the death of clergyman George Whitefield.

Servant of God, well done!
Thy glorious warfare’s past;
The battle’s fought, the race is won,
And thou art crowned at last.

Of all thy heart’s desire
Triumphantly possessed;
Lodged by the ministerial choir
In thy Redeemer’s breast.

In condescending love,
Thy ceaseless prayer He heard;
And bade thee suddenly remove
To thy complete reward.

Ready to bring the peace,
Thy beauteous feet were shod,
When mercy signed thy soul’s release,
And caught thee up to God.

With saints enthroned on high,
Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,
And still to God salvation cry,
Salvation to the Lamb!

O happy, happy soul!
In ecstasies of praise,
Long as eternal ages roll,
Thou seest Thy Savior’s face.

Redeemed from earth and pain,
Ah! when shall we ascend,
And all in Jesus’ presence reign
With our translated friend?

Come, Lord, and quickly come!
And, when in Thee complete,
Receive Thy longing servants home,
To triumph at Thy feet.

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Jesus, My Master, and My Lord

by Charles Wesley

Jesus, my Master, and my Lord,
I would thy will obey,
Humbly receive Thy warning word,
And always watch and pray.
My constant need of watchful prayer
I daily see, and feel,
To keep me safe from every snare
Of sin, and earth, and hell.

Into a world of ruffians sent,
I walk on hostile ground,
Wild human beasts, on slaughter bent,
And ravening wolves surround.
The lion seeks my soul to slay,
In some unguarded hour,
And waits to tear his sleeping prey,
And watches to devour.

But worse than all my foes, I find
The enemy within,
The evil heart, the carnal mind,
My own insidious sin:
My nature every moment waits
To render me secure,
And all my paths with ease besets,
To make my ruin sure.

But Thou hast given a loud alarm,
And thou shalt still prepare
My soul for all assaults, and arm
With never ceasing prayer.
Thou wilt not suffer me to sleep,
Who on Thy love depend,
But still Thy faithful servant keep,
And save me to the end.

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When I See The Blood

by John G. Foote & E. A. H (Elisha A. Hoffman?), 19th Century

Christ our Redeemer died on the cross,
Died for the sinner, paid all his due.
All who receive Him need never fear,
Yes, He will pass, will pass over you.

Refrain

When I see the blood, when I see the blood,
When I see the blood, I will pass, I will pass over you.

Chiefest of sinners, Jesus will save;
As He has promised, so He will do;
Oh, sinner, hear Him, trust in His Word,
Then He will pass, will pass over you.

When I see the blood, when I see the blood,
When I see the blood, I will pass, I will pass over you.

Judgment is coming, all will be there.
Who have rejected, who have refused?
Oh, sinner, hasten, let Jesus in,
Oh, He will pass, will pass over you.

When I see the blood, when I see the blood,
When I see the blood, I will pass, I will pass over you.

O great compassion! O boundless love!
Jesus hath power, Jesus is true;
All who believe are safe from the storm,
Oh, He will pass, will pass over you.

When I see the blood, when I see the blood,
When I see the blood, I will pass, I will pass over you.

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Welcome....
To 2019.

Welcome to Book two of Olney Hymns.

Time How Short

Time, with an unwearied hand,
Pushes round the seasons past;
And in life's frail glass the sand
Sinks apace, not long to last:
Many, well as you or I,
Who last year assembled thus,
In their silent graves now lie;
Graves will open soon for us!

Daily sin, and care, and strife,
While the Lord prolongs our breath,
Make it but a dying life,
Or a kind of living death:
Wretched they, and most forlorn,
Who no better portion know;
Better ne'er to have been born,
Than to have our all below.

When constrained to go alone,
Leaving all you love behind,
Entering on a world unknown,
What will then support your mind?
When the Lord his summons sends, [a]
Earthly comforts lose their power;
Honours, riches, kindred, friends,
Cannot cheer a dying hour.

Happy souls who fear the Lord!
Time is not too swift for you;
When your Saviour gives the word,
Glad you'll bid the world adieu:
Then he'll wipe away your tears,
Near himself appoint your place;
Swifter fly, ye rolling years,
Lord, we long to see thy face.

[a] Isaiah 10:3

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Another Year Is Dawning

by Frances Havergal

Another year is dawning, dear Father, let it be
In working or in waiting, another year with Thee.
Another year of progress, another year of praise,
Another year of proving Thy presence all the days.

Another year of mercies, of faithfulness and grace,
Another year of gladness in the shining of Thy face;
Another year of leaning upon Thy loving breast;
Another year of trusting, of quiet, happy rest.

Another year of service, of witness for Thy love,
Another year of training for holier work above.
Another year is dawning, dear Father, let it be
On earth, or else in Heaven, another year for Thee.

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Uncertainty of life

See! another year is gone!
Quickly have the seasons passed!
This we enter now upon
Will to many prove their last:
Mercy hitherto has spared,
But have mercies been improved?
Let us ask, Am I prepared
Should I be this year removed?

Some we now no longer see,
Who their mortal race have run,
Seemed as fair for life as we,
When the former year begun:
Some, but who God only knows,
Who are here assembled now,
Ere the present year shall close,
To the stroke of death must bow.

Life a field of battle is,
Thousands fall within our view;
And the next death-bolt that flies,
May be sent to me or you:
While we preach, and while we hear,
Help us, Lord, each one to think,
Vast eternity is near,
I am standing on the brink.

If from guilt and sin set free,
By the knowledge of thy grace,
Welcome, then, the call will be
To depart and see thy face:
To thy saints, while here below,
With new years, new mercies come;
But the happiest year they know,
Is their last, which leads them home.

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A new-year's thought and prayer

Time, by moments, steals away,
First the hour, and then the day;
Small the daily loss appears,
Yet it soon amounts to years:
Thus another year is flown,
Now it is no more our own,
If it brought or promised good,
Than the years before the flood.

But (may none of us forget)
It has left us much in debt;
Favours from the Lord received,
Sins that have his Spirit grieved,
Marked by an unerring hand
In his book recorded stand;
Who can tell the vast amount,
Placed to each of our account?

Happy, the believing soul!
Christ for you has paid the whole;
While you own the debt is large,
You may plead a full discharge:
But, poor careless sinner, say,
What can you to justice pay?
Tremble, lest when life is past,
Into prison you be cast!

Will you still increase the score?
Still be careless as before?
Oh, forbid it, gracious Lord,
Touch their spirits by thy word!
Now, in mercy, to them show
What a mighty debt they owe!
All their unbelief subdue;
Let them find forgiveness too.

Spared to see another year,
Let thy blessing meet us here;
Come, thy dying work revive,
Bid thy drooping garden thrive:
Sun of Righteousness arise!
Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes;
Let our prayer thy bowels move,
Make this year a time of love!

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Death and war. 1778.

Hark! how Time's wide-sounding bell
Strikes on each attentive ear!
Tolling loud the solemn knell
Of the late departed year:
Years, like mortals, wear away,
Have their birth and dying day;
Youthful spring, and wintry age,
Then to others quit the stage.

Sad experience may relate
What a year the last has been!
Crops of sorrow have been great,
From the fruitful seeds of sin:
Oh! what numbers gay and blithe,
Fell by Death's unsparing scythe!
While they thought the world their own,
Suddenly he mowed them down.

See how War, with dreadful stride,
Marches at the Lord's command,
Spreading desolation wide,
Through a once much-favoured land:
War, with heart and arms of steel,
Preys on thousands at a meal;
Daily drinking human gore,
Still he thirsts, and calls for more.

If the God whom we provoke,
Hither should his way direct;
What a sin-avenging stroke
May a land like this expect!
They who now securely sleep,
Quickly then would wake and weep;
And too late would learn to fear,
When they saw the danger near.

You are safe who know his love,
He will all his truth perform;
To your souls a refuge prove
From the rage of every storm:
But we tremble for the youth;
Teach them, Lord, thy saving truth;
Join them to thy faithful few,
Be to them a refuge too.

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Earthly prospects deceitful

Oft in vain the voice of truth,
Solemnly and loudly warns;
Thoughtless, unexperienced youth,
Though it hears, the warning scorns:
Youth in fancy's glass surveys
Life prolonged to distant years,
While the vast, imagined space
Filled with sweets and joys appears.

Awful disappointment soon
Overclouds the prospect gay;
Some, their sun goes down at noon,
Torn by death's strong hand away:
Where are then their pleasing schemes?
Where the joys they hoped to find?
Gone for ever, like their dreams,
Leaving not a trace behind.

Others, who are spared awhile,
Live to weep o'er fancy's cheat;
Find distress, and pain, and toil,
Bitter things instead of sweet:
Sin has spread a curse around,
Poisoned all things here below;
On this base polluted ground,
Peace and joy can never grow.

Grace alone can cure our ills,
Sweeten life, with all its cares;
Regulate our stubborn wills,
Save us from surrounding snares:
Though you oft have heard in vain,
Former years in folly spent;
Grace invites you yet again,
Once more calls you to repent.

Called again, at length, beware,
Hear the Saviour’s voice and live;
Lest he in his wrath should swear,
He no more will warning give:
Pray that you may hear and feel,
Ere the day of grace be past;
Lest your hearts grow hard as steel,
Or this year should prove your last.

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Ezekiel 37

Preachers may from Ezekiel's case
Draw hope in this declining day;
A proof like this, of sovereign grace,
Should chase our unbelief away.

When sent to preach to mouldering bones,
Who could have thought he would succeed?
But well he knew the LORD from stones
Could raise up Abrah'm's chosen seed.

Can these be made a numerous host,
And such dry bones new life receive?
The prophet answered, "Lord, thou know'st,
They shall, if thou commandment give."

Like him, around I cast my eye,
And oh! what heaps of bones appear;
Like him, by Jesus sent, I'll try,
For he can cause the dead to hear.

Hear, ye dry bones, the Saviour's word!
He, who when dying, gasped, "Forgive,"
That gracious, sinner-loving Lord,
Says, "Look to me, dry bones, and live."

Thou heavenly wind, awake and blow,
In answer to the prayer of faith;
Now thine almighty influence show,
And fill dry bones with living breath.

O make them hear, and feel, and shake,
And, at thy call, obedient move;
The bonds of death and Satan break,
And bone to bone unite in love.