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Hallowed Church Bell, not for wordly centers

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #103 (1945) Meter: 10.9.10.9 Lyrics: Hallowed Church Bell, not for worldly centers Wast thou made, but for the village small Where thy voice, as home and hearth it enters, Blends with lullabies at evenfall. When a child and in the country dwelling, Christmas morning was my heaven on earth, And thy chimes, like angel voices swelling, Told with joy of my Redeemer’s birth. Louder still thy joyful chimes resounded, When on wings of early morning borne, They proclaimed: Awake with joy unbounded, Christ arose this blessed Easter morn. Sweeter even were thy tolls when blending With the calm of summer eventide And, as though from heaven above descending, Bid me cast all grief and care aside. Hence when now the day is softly ending, Shadows fall and birds ascend their nest, Like the flowers my head in silence bending, I am chanting with my soul at rest: When at last, O Church Bell, thou art tolling O’er my grave while loved grieve and sigh, Say to them, their troubled heart consoling, He is resting with his Lord on high. Languages: English

Hast to the plow thou put thy hand

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; Jens C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #93 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: Hast to the plow thou put thy hand Let not thy spirit waver, Heed not the world’s allurements grand, Nor pause for Sodom’s favor. But plow thy furrow, sow the seed, Though tares and thorns thy work impede; For they, who sow with weeping, With joy shall soon be reaping. But should at times thy courage fail— For all may fail and falter— Let not the tempting world prevail On thee thy course to alter. Each moment lost in faint retreat May bring disaster and defeat. If foes bid thee defiance, On God be thy reliance. If steadfast in the race we keep, Our course is soon completed. And death itself is but a sleep, Its dreaded might defeated. But those who conquer in the strife Obtain the victor’s crown of life And shall in constant gladness Forget these days of sadness. Languages: English

Here come Thy little ones, O Lord

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #43 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Here come Thy little ones, O Lord, To Thee in Bethlehem adored. Enlighten now our heart and mind That we the way to Thee may find. We hasten with a song to greet And kneel before Thee at Thy feet. O blessed hour, O sacred night, When Thou wert born, our soul’s Delight! Be welcome from Thy heavenly home Unto this vale of tears and gloom, Where man to Thee no honor gave But stable, manger, cross and grave. But Jesus, oh! how can it be That but so few will think of Thee And of that tender, wondrous love Which drew Thee to us from above? O draw us little children near To Thee, our Friend and Brother dear, That each of us so heartily In faith and love may cling to Thee. Let not the world lead us astray That we our Christian faith betray, But grant that all our longings be Directed always unto Thee. Then shall the happy day once come When we shall gather in Thy home And join the angels’ joyful throng In praising Thee with triumph song. We gather now about Thee close Like leaves around the budding rose, O grant us, Savior, that we may Thus cluster round Thy throne for aye. Languages: English

Holy Ghost, our Interceder

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #80 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Holy Ghost, our Interceder, Blessed Comforter and Pleader With the Lord for all we need, Deign to hold with us communion That with Thee in blessed union We may in our life succeed. Heavenly Counsellor and Teacher, Make us through Thy guidance richer In the grace our Lord hath won. 139 Blest Partaker of God’s fullness, Make us all, despite our dullness, Wiser e’en than Solomon. Helper of the helpless, harken To our pleas when shadows darken; Shield us from the beasts of prey. Rouse the careless, help the weary, Bow the prideful, cheer the dreary, Be our guest each passing day. Comforter, whose comfort lightens Every cross that scars and frightens, Succor us from guilt and shame. Warm our heart, inspire our vision, Add Thy voice to our petition As we pray in Jesus’ name. Languages: English

Holy Spirit, come with light

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #78 (1945) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.6 Lyrics: Holy Spirit, come with light, Break the dark and gloomy night With Thy day unending. Help us with a joyful lay Greet the Lord’s triumphant day Now with might ascending. Comforter so wondrous kind, Noble guest of heart and mind Fix in us Thy dwelling. Give us peace in storm and strife, Fill each troubled heart and life With Thy joy excelling. Make salvation clear to us, Who despite our sin and dross Would exalt the Spirit. For without Thine aid and love All our life and work must prove Vain and without merit. Raise or bow us with Thine arm, Break temptation’s evil charm, Clear our clouded vision. Fill our hearts with longing new, Cleanse us with Thy morning dew, Tears of deep contrition. Blessed Fount of life and breath, Let our hope in view of death Blossom bright and vernal; And above the silent tomb Let the Easter lilies bloom, Signs of life eternal. Languages: English

I walk in danger everywhere

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764 ; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #61 (1945) Meter: 8.7.6.6.8.8 D Lyrics: I walk in danger everywhere, The thought must never leave me, That Satan watches to ensnare And with his guile deceive me. His cunning pitfalls may Make me an easy prey Unless I guard myself with care; I walk in danger everywhere. I walk through trials everywhere; The world no help can offer. The burdens I am called to bear I must with patience suffer; Though often I discern No place where I may turn When clouds surround me far and near; Death walks beside me everywhere. Death walks besides me everywhere; Its shadows oft appall me. I know not when the hour is here When God from earth shall call me. A moment’s failing breath, And I am cold in death, Faced with eternity fore’er; Death walks besides me everywhere. I walk ’mongst angels everywhere; They are my sure defenders; The hordes of hell in vain prepare Against such strong contenders. All doubts and fears must flee, With angels guarding me; No foe can harm me in their care; I walk ’mongst angels everywhere. I walk with Jesus everywhere; His goodness never fails me. I rest beneath His shielding care When trouble sore assails me. And by His footsteps led, My path I safely tread. Despite all ills my foes prepare: I walk with Jesus everywhere. I walk to heaven everywhere, Preparing for the morrow When God shall hear my anxious prayer And banish all my sorrow. Be quiet then, my soul, Press onward to thy goal. All carnal pleasures thou forswear, And walk to heaven everywhere. Languages: English

Jesus, name of wondrous grace

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #48 (1945) Meter: 7.8.8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Jesus, name of wondrous grace, Fount of mercy and salvation, First fruit of the new creation, Weary sinners’ resting place, Banner of the faith victorious, Anchor of our hope and love, Guide us in Thy footsteps glorious, Bear us to Thy home above. Languages: English

Jesus, the name without compare

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #72 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Jesus, the name without compare; Honored on earth and in heaven, Wherein the Father’s love and care Are to His children now given. Saviour of all that saved would be, Fount of salvation full and free Is the Lord Jesus forever. Jesus, the name alone on earth For our salvation afforded. So on His cross of precious worth Is in His blood it recorded. Only in that our prayers are heard, Only in that when hearts are stirred Doth now the Spirit us comfort. Jesus, the name above the sky Wherein, when seasons are ended, Peoples shall come to God on high, And every knee shall be bended, While all the saved in sweet accord Chorus the praise of Christ, the Lord, Savior beloved by the Father. Languages: English

Lift up thy head, O Christendom!

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #77 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Lift up thy head, O Christendom! Behold above the blessed home For which thy heart is yearning. There dwells the Lord, thy soul’s delight, Who soon with power and glory bright Is for His bride returning. And when in every land and clime, All shall behold His signs sublime, The guilty world appalling, Then shalt with joy thou lift thine eyes And see Him coming in the skies, While suns and stars are falling. While for His coming thou dost yearn, Forget not why His last return The Savior is delaying, And ask Him not before His hour To shake the heavens with His power, Nor judge the lost and straying. O saints of God, for Sodom pray Until your prayers no more can stay The judgment day impending. Then cries the Lord: “Behold, I come!” And ye shall answer: “To Thy home We are with joy ascending!” Then loud and clear the trumpet calls, The dead awake, death’s kingdom falls, And God’s elect assemble. The Lord ascends the judgment throne, And calls His ransomed for His own, While hearts in gladness tremble. Languages: English

Like dew upon the meadow

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #100 (1945) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.6.6 Lyrics: Like dew upon the meadow So falls the word of life On Christians in the shadow Of mortal’s final strife. The first fruit of its blessing Is balm for fears distressing, So gone is like a breath The bitterness of death. Like sun, when night is falling, Sets stilly in the west While birds are softly calling Each other from their nest, So when its brief day closes That soul in peace reposes Which knows that Christ the Lord Is with it in His word. And as we shiver slightly An early summer morn When blushing heavens brightly Announce a day new-born, So moves the soul immortal With calmness through death’s portal That through its final strife Beholds the Light of Life. Languages: English