All in Hymn/Poem

The Sceptre of Life

The servant sun illumined the orient,
Threw back the sable curtains of the night
And introduced the day. It was dawn
Different from every other it had known
Since first its ordered functions it performed
At God’s command. A man had conquered death;
Not only for the future, but unlocked
Its ancient prison-house for all His own,
And kept the mighty keys. High heaven had mocked
The seal of Rome upon the Son of God:
An angel of the Lord rolled back the stone,
And sat on it. It was exceeding great;
Too great for feeble human hands to move.

On His Father's Throne is Seated

This week we are posting Hannah Burlingham’s beautiful hymn ‘On His Father’s throne is seated’ reminding us of the current lofty position occupied by our Saviour, granted by the Father. This is contrasted in verse 3 to the Cross given to Him by man. Well might we sing again this morning, ‘This world’s judgment stands recorded. God’s own justice satisfied!’

The Gate of the Year

Originally penned by Minnie Louise Haskins (1875-1957), this poem was popularised in 1939 when it was included at the end of King George VI’s Christmas speech. The words remain relevant and poignant 80 years later in 2019, but are largely ignored. Maybe they’ll be a guide and cheer to you in this New Year?

O, Day of Deepest Sorrow

Today we publish a hymn written by John Nelson Darby, a prolific nineteenth century theologian and gospel preacher. While he is famous for the depth, intensity and oftentimes the complexity of his writings, his hymns are more accessible, Christ exalting and deeply poignant. As we go to remember our Saviour again today, let us remind ourself of His day of deepest sorrow. 

The Maker of the Universe

This morning we publish a hymn written by F. W. Pitt (1859-1943), a pastor from London, England. The central theme is what theologian’s call the 'hypostatic union': one Christ with two natures. Praise God that in incarnation Jesus Christ became something that He had never been before, man; while never relinquishing anything of what He always was, God.

Outside The Camp

He called me out, the Man with garments dyed,
I knew His voice—my Lord, the crucified;
He showed Himself, and oh, I could not stay,
I had to follow Him—had to obey.

Thou Hidden Love Of God

Originally written in German by hymnwriter Paul Gerhardt, this beautiful hymn was translated into Latin by Gerhard Tersteegen, and then finally into English by John Wesley. These are the four verses chosen for publishing in the Gospel Hymn Book