Scripture Verse

The opening of Thy words giveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple. Psalm 119:130


Thomas T. Lynch (1818–1871)

Words: Tho­mas T. Lynch, The Ri­vu­let (Lon­don: Ro­bert Theo­bald, 1855), num­ber 17.

Music: Kir­by Be­don Ed­ward Bun­nett, 1887 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Bun­nett (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Origin of the Hymn

I will quote the hymn with which I com­menced my work of song. It was made on the Mon­day morn­ing be­fore Christ­mas Day, whilst I was me­di­tat­ing on yes­ter­day’s wor­ship.

Memoirs of Tho­mas Lynch, ed­it­ed by Will­iam White (Lon­don: 1874)


Christ in His Word draws near;
Hush, moan­ing voice of fear,
He bids thee cease:
With songs sin­cere and sweet
Let us arise, and meet
Him who comes forth to greet
Our souls with peace.

Rising above thy care,
Meet Him as in the air,
O wea­ry heart:
Put on joy’s sac­red dress;
Lo, as He comes to bless,
Quite from thy wea­ri­ness
Set free thou art.

For works of love and praise
He brings thee sum­mer days,
Warm days and bright:
Winter is past and gone,
Now He, sal­va­tion’s sun,
Shineth on every one
With mer­cy’s light.

From the bright sky above,
Clad in His robes of love,
’Tis He, our Lord:
Dim earth it­self grows clear
As His light draw­eth near:
O let us hush and hear
His ho­ly Word.