Hymns by Eamon George Nelson

o thee O God the Father, our anthems we do raise;
For on this Day Eternal, Thou triumphed o’er the grave.
The Cross and three day burial o’er Thee didst hold no pow’r;
Our Saviour Thy Blood was shed to show us to this hour.
To Thee O Son of God, our anthems be addressed;
For through this mortal framework was God made manifest.
The Cross and three day burial o’er Thee didst hold no pow’r;
Our Saviour Thy Flesh was nailed to light us to this hour.
By Thee O Holy Spirit, our anthems are inspired:
For in raising hearts to Thee, our tongues touch cloven fire.
No cross nor any burial o’er Thee hold any pow’r;
The Spirit of God’s Love Jesus doth shine to ev’ry hour.
Partake we now Thy Flesh and Blood, once dead yet ris’n for all.
O Mystery of Love revealed, upon thy name we call.
Jesus God of Love and Life we humbly beseech Thee;
Let all hearts die and rise to sing Thy praise eternally.
Father bless us that at the last we come ever to reside with Thee.
Jesus Thou art the Son of God who enlightens all eternity.
It is gift of the Holy Spirit to sing “Jesus Is The Lord.”
O Triune God may all our lives shine forth Thy Holy Word.

Greater love hath no man than that he lay down his life for friends.
That Thou didst lay down Thine for all doth surely Love portend.
It ill-bespeaks our wayward tongues to man and Thou compare;
To die for all that all might live; in Love itself we share.
Partake we now Thy flesh and blood once dead yet ris’n for all.
O Mystery of  Love revealed upon Thy name we call.
Jesus God of Love and Life we humbly beseech Thee;
Let all hearts die and rise to sing Thy praise eternally.
In hymn doth hearts arise in Love to own Thee as their Lord.
The poetry of praise we sing; Thy Word is our reward.
In song we celebrate as friends Thy Living Kingdom’s Door.
“Alleluia King of Kings,” we praise Thee evermore.

To glimpse of Thee, by richer far, all lowly sinners be.
For when our fallen state chained us, Thou died to set us free.
We kneel in prayer to humbly ask our hearts abide in Thee.
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Jesus Christ Almighty.
No treasure is there elsewhere found to steal away our praise.
No evil worldly thoughts of self restrain our loving gaze.
Thy Body nailed, Thy flowing Blood to endless life upraise
Our bruised palms, our healed souls before Thy glorious face.
Salvation’s rays stream from that face, Day of Eternity.
No fear of loss for all is gained through loss and gain of Thee.
For even this night are our souls required of we.
For this night, Lord, our day we store; in Jesus Christ we see.
O Spirit of that early day, so pure and strong and true,
Be with us in the narrow way our faithful fathers knew.
Give strength the evil to forsake, the cross of Truth to bear,
And love and rev’rent fear to make our daily lives a prayer!

O sacred head, sore wounded, defiled and put to scorn;
O kingly head, surrounded with mocking crown of thorn:
What sorrow mars thy grandeur? Can death thy bloom deflower?
O countenance whose splendor the hosts of heaven adore!
O bleeding back, sore lashed, upon thy burden foretold;
The world’s sin fix’t unto thee which was for silver sold!
What pain can yet surpass that thy people slay their God?
Still yet thy cross forgives them rather than strike with rod!
O feet that walked on water, anointed now by nail;
Their precious flowing blood doth make all death to fail:
Is any of us worthy to follow in thy stead?
Help each to tread the blessed path where thy footsteps do lead!
O hands that heal all nations, impaled unto a tree;
That thy reigning pure virtue might flow full visibly:
Have these that made creation deigned this that they might save?
May all blessed to behold them praise thee beyond the grave!
O pierced side of Jesus, all love receives the sword;
Communion and Baptism flows water and the blood:
Doth gall and vinegar tasted from loving deter thee?
The gift of sinner’s redemption doth ever runneth free!
In thy most bitter passion my heart to share doth cry,
With thee for my salvation upon the cross to die.
Ah, keep my heart thus moved to stand thy cross beneath.
To mourn thee, well beloved, yet thank thee for thy death.
My days are few, O fail not, with thine immortal power,
To hold me that I quail not in death’s most fearful hour;
That I might fight befriended, and see in my last strife
To me thine arms extended upon the cross of life.
O seven wounds of passion, by thee it is we heal;
To trade our warring nature for the true love thou feel.
No heart there is among us, who sees thy scars risen;
Who cries not, “My Lord and my God! Alleluia!” without end.

If when, to thee, our hymns we raise,
Our hearts do wend their sep’rate ways;
Think not our hearts are gone from thee:
For they long e’er with God to be.
Thou art the life, the truth, the way,
From which our erring hearts do stray;
Shepherd thy flock returns to thee:
For thy staff rules eternally.
Thus if our thoughts drift far and wide,
Know our hearts still do sin deride;
For if they seem to leave thy Church:
To increase love of thee their search.
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.

Words: E. G. Nelson; Stanzas 1,2, and 5
Christopher Wordsworth (1807-1885); Stanzas 3 and 4
The Holy Year, 1865 (Hymn 6, Stanzas 5 and 6)

A double portion of Thy Spirit I do pray of Thee;
That mantle of Thy Virtue might thus twice enrobed me.
So at Love’s Second Advent I may stand,
Amidst Thy saved, blessed, chosen band.
Without sin and without seam His Endless Kingdom made;
That He be our Eternal Light wither all need for shade.
Enrobed within Thy E’er- lit Light of Love,
Forever upon us Thy Peaceful Dove.
“I saw Heaven open’d, I beheld (Rev. 19. 11.)
One on a White Horse ride,
Follow’d by Armies out of Heaven
In white robes glorified;
His eyes like fire, their rays like flaming swords,
His name is King of Kings, and Lord of Lords!”
Such at Thy Second Coming Thou
Wilt be, at that great Day;
O help us by Thy Spirit now
Ill works to cast away,
To walk in Love, as Children of the Light,
And follow Thee in garments pure and white.
Thy vesture dipped in blood then doth all Purity obey;
It is the armour of the Light of Never- ending Day.
Cast off all works that darken Love of God;
Begirt thyself within The Word of God.