Poems of Grace: Texts of the Hymnal 1982
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Reading hymns as poetry for meditation and understanding has long been an Anglican practice. Some hymnals in England print one stanza with music and the rest as poetry. Americans have preferred that texts be interlined with music for ease and instruction in singing.
This text-only edition of The Hymnal 1982 brings out the beauty and meaning of the poetry that has moved Christians to ministry for hundreds of years. This handsome red book is a companion to the study edition of the Book of Common Prayer and is an ideal accompaniment to A Closer Walk: Meditating on Hymns for Year A and Awake, My Soul: Meditating on Hymns for Year B by Nancy Roth.
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| ISBN-13: | 9780898696905 |
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| Publisher: | Church Publishing |
| Publication date: | 05/01/2000 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 631 |
| File size: | 342 KB |
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Church Publishing Incorporated, founded in 1918, is a publisher of trade books for general readers (inspiration, leadership, financial wellness, social justice), academic works, and professional church resources, including a suite of electronic products. It publishes The Book of Common Prayer, The Hymnal 1982, and content used in the liturgy, faith formation, and mission of The Episcopal Church.
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Poems of Grace
Texts of The Hymnal 1982
By Church Pension Fund
Church Publishing Incorporated
Copyright © 1998 The Church Pension FundAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-89869-690-5
CHAPTER 1
1, 2
Father, we praise thee, now the night is over,
active and watchful, stand we all before thee;
singing we offer prayer and meditation:
thus we adore thee.
Monarch of all things, fit us for thy mansions;
banish our weakness, health and wholeness sending;
bring us to heaven, where thy saints united
joy without ending.
All-holy Father, Son, and equal Spirit,
Trinity blessèd, send us thy salvation;
thine is the glory, gleaming and resounding
through all creation.
Latin, 10th cent.; tr. Percy Dearmer (1867–1936)
3, 4
Now that the daylight fills the sky,
we lift our hearts to God on high,
that he, in all we do or say,
would keep us free from harm this day:
Our hearts and lips may he restrain;
keep us from causing others pain,
that we may see and serve his Son,
and grow in love for everyone.
From evil may he guard our eyes,
our ears from empty praise and lies;
from selfishness our hearts release,
that we may serve, and know his peace;
that we, when this new day is gone,
and night in turn is drawing on,
with conscience free from sin and blame,
may praise and bless his holy Name.
To God the Father, heavenly Light,
to Christ, revealed in earthly night,
to God the Holy Ghost we raise
our equal and unceasing praise.
Sts. 1–4, Latin, 6th cent.; st.1, tr. John Mason Neale (1818–1866); sts. 2–4, tr. Peter Scagnelli (b. 1949). St. 5, Charles Coffin (1676–1749); tr. John Chandler (1806–1876)
5
O splendor of God's glory bright,
thou that bringest light from light,
Light of Light, light's living spring,
O Day, all days illumining,
O thou true Sun of heavenly love,
pour down thy radiance from above:
the Spirit's sanctifying beam
upon our earthly senses stream.
With prayer the Father we implore:
O Father, glorious evermore,
we plead with thee for grace and power
to conquer in temptation's hour,
to guide whate'er we nobly do,
with love all envy to subdue,
to give us grace our wrongs to bear,
to make ill fortune turn to fair.
All laud to God the Father be;
all praise, eternal Son, to thee;
all glory to the Spirit raise
in equal and unending praise.
Ambrose of Milan (340–397), tr. Robert Seymour Bridges (1844–1930), alt.
6, 7
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise!
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Daystar, in my heart appear.
Dark and cheerless is the morn
unaccompanied by thee;
joyless is the day's return,
till thy mercy's beams I see,
till they inward light impart,
glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
Visit then this soul of mine!
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief!
Fill me, radiancy divine;
scatter all my unbelief;
more and more thyself display,
shining to the perfect day.
Charles Wesley (1707–1788)
8
Morning has broken
like the first morning,
blackbird has spoken
like the first bird.
Praise for the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise for them, springing
fresh from the Word!
Sweet the rain's new fall
sunlit from heaven,
like the first dewfall
on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness
of the wet garden,
sprung in completeness
where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight!
Mine is the morning
born of the one light
Eden saw play!
Praise with elation,
praise every morning,
God's re-creation
of the new day!
Eleanor Farjeon (1881–1965), alt.
9
Not here for high and holy things
we render thanks to thee,
but for the common things of earth,
the purple pageantry
of dawning and of dying days,
the splendor of the sea,
the royal robes of autumn moors,
the golden gates of spring,
the velvet of soft summer nights,
the silver glistering
of all the million million stars,
the silent song they sing,
of faith and hope and love undimmed,
undying still through death,
the resurrection of the world,
what time there comes the breath
of dawn that rustles through the trees,
and that clear voice that saith:
Awake, awake to love and work!
The lark is in the sky,
the fields are wet with diamond dew,
the worlds awake to cry
their blessings on the Lord of life,
as he goes meekly by.
Come, let thy voice be one with theirs,
shout with their shout of praise;
see how the giant sun soars up,
great lord of years and days!
So let the love of Jesus come
and set thy soul ablaze,
to give and give, and give again,
what God hath given thee;
to spend thyself nor count the cost;
to serve right gloriously
the God who gave all worlds that are,
and all that are to be.
Geoffrey Anketel Studdert-Kennedy (1883–1929)
10
New every morning is the love
our wakening and uprising prove;
through sleep and darkness safely brought,
restored to life and power and thought.
New mercies, each returning day,
around us hover while we pray;
new perils past, new sins forgiven,
new thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
If on our daily course our mind
be set to hallow all we find,
new treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
as more of heaven in each we see;
some softening gleam of love and prayer
shall dawn on every cross and care.
The trivial round, the common task,
will furnish all we ought to ask:
room to deny ourselves; a road
to bring us daily nearer God.
Only, O Lord, in thy dear love,
fit us for perfect rest above;
and help us, this and every day,
to live more nearly as we pray.
John Keble (1792–1866)
11
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
thy daily stage of duty run;
shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
to pay thy morning sacrifice:
Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
disperse my sins as morning dew;
guard my first springs of thought and will,
and with thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
all I design, or do, or say;
that all my powers, with all their might,
in thy sole glory may unite.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
praise him, all creatures here below;
praise him above, ye heavenly host:
praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Thomas Ken (1637–1711), alt.
12, 13
The golden sun lights up the sky,
imparting vigor to the day.
Amid our customary round,
we offer you our prayer and praise.
At the third hour you took your cross,
you stumbled, Lord, beneath its weight.
Now help us bear our daily load
and strive to follow where you lead.
At the third hour your faithful band
was clothed with power on Pentecost.
Bestow your Spirit on us now,
and give us strength to do your will.
O God, creation's ruling force,
O Jesus, crucified for us,
O Spirit, love's life-giving ray,
we praise and bless you every hour.
Charles P. Price (b. 1920)
14, 15
O God, creation's secret force,
yourself unmoved, all motion's source,
you, from the morn till evening's ray,
through all its changes guide the day:
Grant us, when this short life is past,
the glorious evening that shall last;
that, by a holy death attained,
eternal glory may be gained.
Almighty Father, hear our cry
through Jesus Christ, our Lord Most High,
whom with the Spirit we adore
for ever and for evermore.
Ambrose of Milan (340–397); tr. John Mason Neale (1818–1866), alt St. 3, James Waring McCrady (b. 1938)
16, 17
Now let us sing our praise to God
with fervent heart and ready mind:
each day the sun at zenith calls
the faithful to their noonday prayers.
For at this hour to all the world
the grace of true salvation came:
the Lamb of God restored our peace
by virtue of his saving cross.
So dazzling is its holy light,
it puts the noonday sun in shade.
Then let us all with joy embrace
the flaming splendor of such grace.
All glory be to you, Lord Christ,
who, conquering death, reign gloriously
with God, Creator of all things
and with the Spirit, Comforter.
Latin; ver. Hymnal 1982. St. 4, Anne K. LeCroy (b. 1930)
18
As now the sun shines down at noon,
your light, O Lord, burns in our hearts;
assist us to endure that light,
and through your judgment find your grace.
Monday and Thursday
The sun stood still for Joshua
while he contended, Lord, for you;
so may we struggle faithfully
and seek our victory in your peace.
At noon you hung upon the cross,
betrayed, forsaken, all alone;
help us to share your pain and grief,
and, sharing, know life's victory won.
At noon you came to Jacob's well,
athirst and spent, you asked for aid;
to us, like her who saw your need,
your living water give to drink.
Tuesday and Saturday
Elijah taunted Baal at noon;
he knew you, Lord, would answer him;
may we, too, trust your sovereign power
when we must act in day's hard light.
On Golgotha the sky turned dark;
all shadows of the morn and eve
converged to shield frail human eyes
from all the woe you bore for us.
At noontime Paul beheld your light,
so bright it canceled out the sun;
you blinded and converted him:
O turn us now to see your face.
Wednesday and Friday
By noon's bright light, destruction stalks;
ten thousand perish at our side;
held by your unrelenting grace,
let us cling always to your love.
The dark midday could not conceal
your cry of awful agony;
teach us to hear its echoes still
in every human misery.
In noonday vision Peter saw
that all you made was pure and clean;
grant us that same revealing light
that we may see your world is good.
Doxology
O God, creation's ruling force,
O Jesus, crucified for us,
O Spirit, bringing truth and love,
we praise and bless you every hour.
Charles P. Price (b. 1920) and Carl P. Daw, Jr. (b. 1944)
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
The Daily Office
The Church Year
Holy Baptism
Holy Eucharist
Confirmation
Marriage
Burial of the Dead
Ordination
Consecration of a Church
General Hymns
The Christian Life
Rounds and Canons
National Songs
Copyright Index
Index of First Lines