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Go forward, Christian soldier

Author: Lawrence Tuttiett Hymnal: The Hymnal #535 (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: Go forward, Christian soldier, Beneath his banner true! The Lord himself, thy Leader, Shall all thy foes subdue. His love foretells thy trials; He knows thine hourly need; He can with bread of heaven Thy fainting spirit feed. Go forward, Christian soldier! Fear not the secret foe; Far more o'er thee are watching Than human eyes can know: Trust only Christ, thy Captain; Cease not to watch and pray; Heed not the treacherous voices That lure thy soul astray. Go forward, Christian soldier! Nor dream of peaceful rest, Till Satan's host is vanquished And heaven is all possessed! Till Christ himself shall call thee To lay thine armour by, And wear in endless glory The crown of victory! Go forward, Christian soldier! Fear not the gathering night: The Lord has been thy shelter; The Lord will be thy light. When morn his face revealeth, Thy dangers all are past: O pray that faith and virtue May keep thee to the last! Languages: English Tune Title: MISSION

O happy band of pilgrims

Author: St. Joseph the Hymnographer; John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal #536 (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: O happy band of pilgrims, If onward ye will tread With Jesus as your fellow To Jesus as your head! O happy if ye labour As Jesus did for men! O happy if ye hunger As Jesus hungered then! The cross that Jesus carried, He carried as your due: The crown that Jesus weareth, He weareth it for you. The faith by which ye see him, The hope in which ye yearn, The love that through all troubles To him alone will turn; The trials that beset you, The sorrows ye endure, The manifold temptations That death alone can cure; What are they but his jewels, Of right celestial worth? What are they but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth? O happy band of pilgrims, Look upward to the skies, Where such a light affliction Shall win so great a prize! 497 To Father, Son, and Spirit, The God whom we adore, Be loftiest praises given, Now and for evermore. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: KNECHT

Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks and sing!

Author: Edward H. Plumptre Hymnal: The Hymnal #537 (1916) Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals First Line: Rejoice, ye pure in heart! Lyrics: Rejoice, ye pure in heart! Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! Your glorious banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King! Bright youth and snow-crowned age, Strong men and maidens meek: Raise high your free, exulting song! God's wondrous praises speak! With all the angel choirs, With all the saints of earth, Pour out the strains of joy and bliss, True rapture, noblest mirth! Your clear hosannas raise, And alleluias loud! Whilst answering echoes upward float, Like wreaths of incense cloud. Yes, on through life's long path! Still chanting as ye go; From youth to age by night and day, In gladness and in woe. Still lift your standard high! Still march in firm array! As warriors through the darkness toil, Till dawns the golden day! 498 At last the march shall end; The wearied ones shall rest; The pilgrims find their Father's house, Jerusalem the blest. Then on, ye pure in heart! Rejoice, give thanks, and sing! Your glorious banner wave on high, The cross of Christ your King! Languages: English Tune Title: MARION

Stand up, stand up, for Jesus

Author: George Duffield, Jr. Hymnal: The Hymnal #538 (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: Stand up, stand up, for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross! Lift high his royal banner! It must not suffer loss: From victory unto victory His army shall he lead; Till every foe is vanquished, And Christ is Lord indeed. Stand up, stand up, for Jesus! The trumpet call obey! Forth to the mighty conflict In this his glorious day! Ye that are men now serve him Against unnumbered foes! Let courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose. Stand up, stand up, for Jesus! Stand in his strength alone! The arm of flesh will fail you, Ye dare not trust your own: Put on the Gospel armour, And watching unto prayer, When duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there! 499 Stand up, stand up, for Jesus! The strife will not be long: This day, the noise of battle; The next, the victor's song. To him that overcometh, A crown of life shall be; He with the King of glory Shall reign eternally. Languages: English Tune Title: WEBB

Through the night of doubt and sorrow

Author: Bernhard S. Ingemann; Sabine Baring-Gould Hymnal: The Hymnal #539a (1916) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: Through the night of doubt and sorrow Onward goes the pilgrim band, Singing songs of expectation, Marching to the promised land. Clear before us through the darkness Gleams and burns the guiding light: Brother clasps the hand of brother, Stepping fearless through the night. One, the light of God's own presence, O'er his ransomed people shed, Chasing far the gloom and terror, Brightening all the path we tread: One, the object of our journey, One, the faith which never tires, One, the earnest looking forward, One, the hope our God inspires. One, the strain the lips of thousands Lift as from the heart of one; One the conflict, one the peril, One, the march in God begun: One, the gladness of rejoicing On the far eternal shore, Where the One Almighty Father Reigns in love for evermore. 500 Onward therefore, pilgrim brothers, Onward, with the cross our aid! Bear its shame, and fight its battle, Till we rest beneath its shade! Soon shall come the great awaking; Soon the rending of the tomb; Then the scattering of all shadows, And the end of toil and gloom! Languages: English Tune Title: ST ASAPH

Those eternal bowers

Author: St. John of Damascus, d. 749; John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal #540 (1916) Meter: 6.5.6.5 D Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: Those eternal bowers Man hath never trod, Those unfading flowers Round the throne of God: Who may hope to gain them After weary fight? Who at length attain them, Clad in robes of white? He who wakes from slumber At the Spirit's voice, Daring here to number Things unseen his choice: He who casts his burden Down at Jesus' cross; Christ's reproach his guerdon, All beside but loss. He who gladly barters All on earthly ground; He who, like the martyrs, Says, "I will be crowned"; He whose one oblation Is a life of love, Knit in God's salvation. To the blest above. 501 Shame upon you, legions Of the heavenly King, Citizens of regions Past imagining! What! with pipe and tabour Dream away the light, When he bids you labour, When he tells you, "Fight"? Jesus, Lord of glory, As we breast the tide, Whisper thou the story Of the other side; Where the saints are casting Crowns before thy feet, Safe for everlasting, In thyself complete. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALBAN'S

Ten thousand times ten thousand

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The Hymnal #541 (1916) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: Ten thousand times ten thousand In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light: 'Tis finished! all is finished, Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in. What rush of alleluias Fills all the earth and sky! What ringing of a thousand harps Bespeaks the triumph nigh! O day, for which creation And all its tribes were made! O joy, for all its former woes A thousand-fold repaid! 502 O then what raptured greetings On Canaan's happy shore! What knitting severed friendships up, Where partings are no more! Then eyes with joy shall sparkle That brimmed with tears of late; Orphans no longer fatherless, Nor widows desolate. Bring near thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of thine elect, Then take thy power and reign! Appear, Desire of nations! Thine exiles long for home: Show in the heavens thy promised sign! Thou Prince and Savior, come! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ALFORD

I heard a sound of voices

Author: Godfrey Thring Hymnal: The Hymnal #542a (1916) Meter: 7.6.8.6 D Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: I heard a sound of voices Around the great white throne, With harpers harping on their harps To him that sat thereon: "Salvation, glory, honour!" I heard the song arise, As through the courts of heaven it rolled In wondrous harmonies. From every clime and kindred, And nations from afar, As serried ranks returning home In triumph from a war, I heard the saints upraising, The myriad hosts among, In praise of him who died and lives, Their one glad triumph song. 503 I saw the holy city, The New Jerusalem, Come down from heaven, a bride adorned With jeweled diadem; The flood of crystal waters Flowed down the golden street; And nations brought their honours there, And laid them at her feet. And there no sun was needed, Nor moon to shine by night, God's glory did enlighten all, The Lamb himself the light; And there his servants serve him, And, life's long battle o'er, Enthroned with him, their Savior, King, They reign for evermore. O great and glorious vision! The Lamb upon his throne; O wondrous sight for man to see! The Savior with his own: To drink the living waters And stand upon the shore, Where neither sorrow, sin, nor death Shall ever enter more. O Lamb of God who reignest! Thou bright and morning Star, Whose glory lightens that new earth Which now we see from far! O worthy Judge eternal! When thou dost bid us come, Then open wide the gates of pearl And call thy servants home. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PATMOS

Jerusalem! high tower thy glorious walls

Author: Johann M. Meyfart; William R. Whittingham Hymnal: The Hymnal #543a (1916) Meter: 10.6.10.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: Jerusalem! high tower thy glorious walls, Would God I were in thee! Desire of thee my longing heart enthralls, Desire at home to be: Wide from the world outleaping, O'er hill, and vale, and plain, My soul's strong wing is sweeping, Thy portals to attain. O gladsome day and yet more gladsome hour! When shall that hour have come, When my rejoicing soul its own free power May use in going home? Itself to Jesus giving In trust to his own hand, To dwell among the living In that blest Fatherland. Great fastness thou of honour! thee I greet: Throw wide thy gracious gate, An entrance free to give these longing feet, At last released, though late, From wretchedness and sinning, And life's long, weary way; And now, of God's gift, winning Eternity's bright day. Unnumbered choirs before the Lamb's high throne There shout the jubilee, With loud resounding peal and sweetest tone, In blissful ecstasy: 505 A hundred thousand voices Take up the wondrous song; Eternity rejoices God's praises to prolong. Languages: English Tune Title: MELCHIOR

O what the joy and the glory must be

Author: Peter Abelard, 1079-1142; John Mason Neale Hymnal: The Hymnal #544 (1916) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Processional; Sunday Schools Processionals Lyrics: O what the joy and the glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see! Crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blest. What are the Monarch, his court, and his throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? O that the blest ones who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! Truly Jerusalem name we that shore, Vision of peace that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment can severed be ne'er, Nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer. There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Sion shall sing; While for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessed people eternally raise. There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o'er, Those Sabbath-keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph song Which to the angels and us shall belong. 506 Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon's strand. Low before him with our praises we fall, Of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all; Of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son; Through whom, the Spirit, with them ever One. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: O QUANTA QUALIA