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Vernon Higham Hymns D
“Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed.”
John 20:8 (D.C.M. Petersham)
Dawn of the resurrection day
Has spread its glorious light,
And rolled the heavy stone away
Of unbelief’s sad night.
O joy of heaven, this sweet concord
Of truth and mercy fair!
An empty grave, a living Lord
Thy gospel will declare.
O stand amongst us, Son of God,
And in our hearts grant grace
To be amidst the saints who trod
The path of faith’s swift race.
We have not seen Thy wounds and scar,
We have not touched Thy side;
We have not followed Bethlehem’s star;
Yet in Thee we abide.
Light of our hearts, hope of our souls
Is Jesus Christ today;
For in one mighty act, He rolls
The weight of sin away.
We thank Thee here that Thou didst come
To die for our disgrace,
To rise again and so confirm
The surety of Thy grace.
“That I may know Him, and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being made conformable unto His death.”
Philippians 3:10 (D.C.M. St. Matthew)
Deep in my heart there is a sigh,
A longing, Lord, for Thee;
To know the depths that in Thee lie,
The grace of Calvary.
O grant that I might understand
Thy glorious mystery,
More of Thyself, and by Thy hand
Obedience stir in me.
Thy living power I long to prove
In resurrection might,
With overcoming grace to move
Each sin that dims this light.
O grant that I may find the source
Of hidden strength and stay,
Which flows from Thee, and on its course
O draw my soul each day.
There is a fellowship of pain
Deep in Thy heart of love,
O suffering sweet, eternal gain,
The tears of heaven above.
O grant me, Lord, to feel this joy,
These tremors of Thy grace;
Engraved by Thee, none can destroy
The riches I embrace.
Then lead me in this wondrous way
To die to self and sin;
And take me, Lord, when Thou dost slay,
And drive Thy grace within.
O grant me now an image sweet
Impressed upon my heart;
With joy I lie beneath Thy feet,
To weep and not depart.
Vernon Higham Hymns E
“Receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.”
1 Peter 1:9 (66.66.88. St. John)
Enable me to see
By faith my heavenly home,
A land of love to me,
Secured by grace alone:
For God Himself will wipe away
All tears of pain and death’s decay.
Enable me to know
The depths of Thine embrace;
The hope of heaven below,
Inheritance of grace:
For God is good in all His ways
And every promise love displays.
Enable me to live
Believing in Thy word,
What e’er my lot will give
My heart Thy truth has heard.
Forever has Thy truth maintained
A myriad souls in His domain.
Enable me to feel
That Thou art ever near.
I at Thy throne appeal
And ever will appear;
For there Thy mercy I obtain,
Until my soul shall heaven attain.
Enable me to love,
O God of love, Thy Son;
Graced by Thy Holy Dove,
The love that makes us one:
That I may know and love for Thee,
Beneath the cross of Calvary.
“To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.”
Rev. 2:7 (8.10.10.4 Ellasgarth)
Eternal God, o sovereign grace,
Glory is Thine in all Thou dost decree.
Grace flowed in floods of sorrow and of grief:
By love set free.
Creation crowned, out of the dust,
Eden man’s home and all for him to reign;
Fair flower of innocence was crushed and soiled:
To Thee such pain.
Voice of the Lord, echoed in vain,
Sad was the garden in the cool of day.
Where art thou man, the image of Myself?
So far away!
Paradise lost, O tragic fall!
Sin now imprisoned man in hell’s firm hold;
Satan held sway and ruled in might on earth,
With wiles so bold.
Never was grief, like unto Thine:
Bitter the cup in sad Gethsemane,
Heavy the cross and harsh the crown of thorns;
O Calvary!
Never was love, like unto Thine:
Sinless and pure He took our place of shame;
Lonely the cry forsaken and forlorn:
His love aflame.
Never was joy, like unto Thine:
Death crushed in dust by resurrection might;
Paradise gained for sinners found in Him;
O glorious sight!
“For I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.”
Philippians 4:11 (D.C.M. St. Matthew)
Eternal Splendour, Glorious God,
Thy gospel light so pure
Outshines the brilliance of the sun
With grace that will endure.
My feeble efforts, failing life,
I dare not offer Thee:
The merits of redeeming blood
Are all sufficiency.
The raging torrents of the storm
The boat of life submerge;
And all my strivings to survive
Are buried in the surge.
The voice of Jesus bids me peace,
And tells me He is nigh;
When I believe His presence true,
It drives away my sigh.
The taunts of those who love Him not
Sound loud within my heart;
So fears and fancies on me crowd,
And I would fail my part.
In days of trial He has said
That by my side He’ll stand;
He’ll not forsake, He’ll not forget
His vow to hold my hand.
In whatsoever state I am,
For this I daily learn:
To be content, to be controlled
By God’s almighty arm.
He is the Lord that rides the storm,
The One in death’s dark hall;
Where’er I am, whate’er my lot,
He is my all in all.
Sufficient is the grace of God
To meet my every need;
Embracing is the love of Christ,
And warms my heart indeed.
To glorious God, Eternal Son,
Blest Spirit, sacred, sweet;
Honour and glory, praises give,
Until at last we meet.
To gaze upon Thy beauty there,
And see Thee as Thou art,
Will fill my mind, will feed my soul,
And overwhelm my heart.
The mansions of the House of God
No trouble can destroy;
The saints of Christ who dwell within
Find endless peace and joy.
“They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint.”
Isaiah 40:31 (77.77.D Aberystwyth)
Everlasting is the Word
Strong in power and rich in grace;
Every promise of the Lord
Shines with glory from His face.
Never weary in His way
Is the King who made the earth;
Great Creator, who dost sway
Sovereign rule and priceless worth.
To the faint He giveth aid;
To the weak a way of joy;
Strong shall faint and young shall fade,
Yet His grace shall love employ.
Blessèd is our happy place,
He has moved the darkness dim;
See His mercy as we trace
Love and justice dwell in Him.
They that on the Lord do wait,
Now mount up with eagle’s flight –
Wings of majesty so great,
Glorious is the wondrous sight.
They shall run and never tire;
They shall walk and never fall;
For the Lord is their desire,
God of grace and all in all.
Vernon Higham Hymns F
“God be merciful to me a sinner.”
Luke 18:13 (76.76.D. Penlan)
Far off I see the kindness
And beauty of Thy face;
Yet tremble at such firmness,
But thank Thee for Thy grace.
The stars in all their glory
Can never Thee outshine,
For they are but a memory
Upon the map of time.
Thou art the Lord Almighty,
Creator, Sovereign King,
Omnipotent and holy;
Thy grace my heart will sing.
For men, with all their power
And pride in human birth,
Are but a fading flower
Upon the field of earth.
Yet all are Thy creation
And made for Thy delight;
The precious word salvation
Now dawns upon my sight.
The Son of God the Father,
With love and tender care,
Has shown the greatest wonder
Of gospel truth so fair.
My only name is sinner;
I have no right to plead,
No merit to consider;
I failed Thy word to heed.
I tremble as Thy mercy
Unfolds new hope to me,
And call for this great pity,
And gaze at Calvary.
The Saviour stands in glory,
But, O my soul, behold
That blood, those wounds so costly,
When Jesus Christ was sold.
He died a ransom payment
For sinners such as I;
Now see my great enjoyment,
For God has heard my cry.
“I have finished the work which Thou gavest me to do.”
John 17:4 (10.4.10.4.10.10. Sandon)
Father forgive, they know not what they do,
To Me, Thy Son;
Father regard the penalty that’s due
Which I have won.
Now is fulfilled the plan of heaven above
To bring the sons of earth into Thy love.
Thou dost remember the poor sinner’s plight
On Calvary;
Thou dost recall us by Thy Word of might
To bow the knee.
Great is the promise of Thy paradise
Today is ours the gen’rous beauteous prize.
Thou didst regard the women at the cross,
And Mary’s heart.
Thou didst enable them to bear the loss,
And not depart.
Comfort Thou gavest Mary in her woe
And won the vict’ry over every foe.
Loud was the cry upon that lonely hill;
My God, My God.
Painful the pardon for a world of ill:
O cruel rod.
Forsaken, stricken, chosen beyond time,
The Son of God with mercy so sublime.
O blessèd Saviour longing there for me:
His holy thirst.
O sacred head that bowed in agony,
Yet placed Thee first.
Glory to God now fills the sinner’s soul
With peace and pardon from his heavy toll.
Finished the work of God’s eternal plan:
Now satisfied.
Behold the triumph of the rainbow’s span:
The Crucified.
Angels adore and heaven resounds the praise;
Its Hallelujahs whole creation raise.
Into Thy hands O God of glory now
My spirit give;
Unto the Lord of all creation bow,
Who does forgive.
There is a path ordained and now prepared
For souls who seek and find a God who cared.
Righteous the Son who paid the penalty
In that strange hour;
Sinless the Son who went to Calvary;
And yet in power
Sins are forgiven and an entrance made
To heaven and glory which shall never fade.
“Turn us, O God of our salvation, and cause Thine anger toward us to cease.”
Psalm 85:4 (11.10.11.10. O Perfect Love)