Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded - Kelly - #474

Thomas Kelly wrote:

Thomas Kelly wrote -

Look Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted.

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died.

Who Is This Who Comes From Edom.

The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns.

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps.

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded.



"Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded"
by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854

1. Zion stands by hills surrounded,
Zion, kept by power divine;
All her foes shall be confounded
Though the world in arms combine.
Happy Zion,
What a favored lot is thine!

2. Every human tie may perish,
Friend to friend unfaithful prove,
Mothers cease their own to cherish,
Heaven and earth at last remove;
But no changes
Can attend Jehovah's love.

3. In the furnace God may prove thee,
Thence to bring thee forth more bright,
But can never cease to love thee;
Thou art precious in His sight.
God is with thee,
God, thine everlasting Light.

The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #474
Text: Psalm 125:2
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1806, cento
Composer: Thomas Morely, 1891
Tune: "Zion"

Who Is This that Comes from Edom - Kelly - #209

Thomas Kelly wrote -

Look Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted.

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died.

Who Is This Who Comes From Edom.

The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns.

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps.

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded. Graphic below.



"Who Is This that Comes from Edom"
by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854

Tune - Neander - Linked here

1. Who Is this that comes from Edom,
All His raiment stained with blood;
To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb He wears,
Glorious in the spoil He bears?

2. 'Tis the Savior, now victorious,
Traveling onward in His might;
'Tis the Savior; oh, how glorious
To His people is the sight!
Satan conquered and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.

3. Why that blood His raiment staining?
'Tis the blood of many slain;
Of His foes there's none remaining,
None the contest to maintain.
Fall'n they are, no more to rise;
All their glory prostrate lies.

4. Mighty Victor, reign forever,
Wear the crown so dearly won;
Never shall Thy people, never,
Cease to sing what Thou hast done.
Thou hast fought Thy people's foes;
Thou hast healed Thy people's woes.

The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #209 from
Text: 2 Timothy 1:10
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1809, alt.
Composer: Joachim Neander, 1680
Tune: "Neander"

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died - Kelly - #178

Thomas Kelly wrote -

Look Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted.

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died.

Who Is This Who Comes From Edom.

The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns.

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps.

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded.

Thomas Kelly is the hymn writer no one knows.

"We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died"
by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854

The tune - O Jesu Christ, mein's - is linked here

1. We sing the praise of Him who died,
Of Him who died upon the cross;
The sinners' Hope let men deride,
For this we count the world but loss.

2. Inscribed upon that cross we see
In shining letters "God is Love."
He bears our sins upon the tree,
He brings us mercy from above.

3. The cross!--it takes our guilt away.
It holds the fainting spirit up,
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,
And sweetens every bitter cup.

4. It makes the coward spirit brave
And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes all terror from the grave
And gilds the bed of death with light.

5. The balm of life, the cure of woe,
The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinners' refuge here below,
The angels theme in heaven above.

The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #178
Text: Galatians 6:14
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1815
Tune: "O Jesu Christ, mein's"
1st Published in: Nuernbergisches Gesangbuch," 1676

Through the Day Thy Love hath Spared Us - Kelly - #553

Thomas Kelly wrote -

Look Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted.

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died.

Who Is This Who Comes From Edom.

The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns.

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps.

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded.



"Through the Day Thy Love hath Spared Us"
by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854

1. Through the day Thy love hath spared us,
Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us,
Let no foe our peace molest.
Jesus, Thou our Guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.

2. Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers;
In Thine arms may we repose
And, when life's sad day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.

Hymn #553
The Lutheran Hymnal
Text: Psalm 3:5
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1806
Composer: J. Christoph Bach, 1680
Tune: "Komm, o komm, du Geist"

The Head That Once was Crowned with Thorns - Kelly - #219

Thomas Kelly wrote:

Thomas Kelly wrote -

Look Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted.

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died.

Who Is This Who Comes From Edom.

The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns.

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps.

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded.



"The Head That Once was Crowned with Thorns"
by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854

1. The Head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.

2. The highest place that heaven affords
Is His, is His by right,
The King of kings and Lord of lords,
And heaven's eternal Light;

3. The Joy of all who dwell above,
The Joy of all below
To whom He manifests His love
And grants His name to know.

4. To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.

5. They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above,
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of His love.

6. The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him:
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #219 from
Text: Heb. 2:10
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1820
Composer: Jeremiah Clarke, 1709
Tune: "St. Magnus"

Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted - Kelly - #153

  Norma A. Boeckler

Thomas Kelly wrote many hymns.

Look Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted.

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died.

Who Is This Who Comes From Edom.

The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns.

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps.

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded.



"Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted"
by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854

1. Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis He! 'tis He!
'Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David's Son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
'Tis the true and faithful Word.

2. Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress;
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.

3. Ye who think of sin but lightly
Nor suppose the evil great
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed,
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the WORD, the LORD'S ANOINTED,
Son of Man and Son of God.

4. Here we have a firm foundation;
Here the refuge of the lost;
Christ's the Rock of our salvation,
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on Him their hope have built.

The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #153
Text: Is. 53:3-5
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1804
Tune: "O mein Jesu, ich muss sterben"
1st Published in:_Geistliche VolksliederTown: Paderborn, 1850

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious - Kelly - #222

 Norma Boeckler's Christian Art

"Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious"
by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854

Tune - Coronae - linked here

Thomas Kelley was a prolific hymn writer.

Thomas Kelly wrote -

Look Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted.

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died.

Who Is This Who Comes From Edom.

The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns.

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps.

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded.

1. Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious;
See the Man of Sorrows now!
From the fight returned victorious,
Every knee to Him shall bow.
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crowns become the Victor's brow.

2. Crown the Savior! Angels, crown Him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
On the seat of power enthrone Him
While the vault of heaven rings.
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown the Savior King of kings.

3. Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Savior's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name.
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Spread abroad the Victor's fame!

4. Hark, those bursts of acclamation!
Hark, those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
Oh, what joy the sight affords!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
King of kings and Lord of lords!

Hymn #222
The Lutheran Hymnal
Text: Philippians 2:9-11
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1809
Composer: William H. Monk, 1871
Tune: "Coronae"

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps and Voices - Kelly - #221

Thomas Kelly wrote:

Thomas Kelly wrote -

Look Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Stricken, Smitten and Afflicted.

We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died.

Who Is This Who Comes From Edom.

The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns.

Hark! Ten Thousand Harps.

Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious.

Zion Stands by Hills Surrounded.



"Hark! Ten Thousand Harps and Voices"
by Thomas Kelly, 1769-1854

1. Hark! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices,--
Jesus reigns, the God of Love.
See, He sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.

2. Come, ye saints, unite your praises
With the angels round His throne;
Soon, we hope, our God will raise us
To the place where He is gone.
Meet it is that we should sing,
"Glory, glory, to our King!"

3. Sing how Jesus came from heaven,
How He bore the cross below,
How all power to Him is given,
How He reigns in glory now;
'Tis a great and endless theme,
Oh, 'tis sweet to sing of Him!

4. Jesus, hail! Thy glory brightens
All above and gives it worth;
Lord of Life, Thy smile enlightens,
Cheers, and charms Thy saints on earth.
When we think of love like Thine,
Lord, we own it love divine.

5. King of Glory, reign forever;
Thine an everlasting crown.
Nothing from Thy love shall sever
Those whom Thou hast made Thine own,
Happy objects of Thy grace,
Destined to behold Thy face.


6. Savior, hasten Thine appearing;
Bring, oh, bring, the glorious day
When, the awe-full summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away;
Then with golden harps we'll sing,
"Glory, glory, to our King!"

The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #221
Text: Hebrews 1:6
Author: Thomas Kelly, 1806, ab.
Composer: Joachim Neander, 1680
Tune: "Neander"