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A babe is born in Bethlehem

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #73 (1945) Meter: 8.4.8.4.4 Lyrics: A babe is born in Bethlehem, Bethlehem, Rejoice, rejoice Jerusalem; Hallelujah, hallelujah. A lowly virgin gave Him birth, Gave Him birth, Who rules the heavens and the earth; Hallelujah, hallelujah. He in a simple manger lay, Manger lay, Whom angels praise with joy for aye; Hallelujah, hallelujah. And wise men from the East did bring, East did bring, Gold, myrrh and incense to the King; Hallelujah, hallelujah. Now all our fears have passed away, Passed away, The Savior blest was born today; Hallelujah, hallelujah. God’s blessed children we became, We became, And shall in heaven praise His name; Hallelujah, hallelujah. There like the angels we shall be, We shall be, And shall the Lord in glory see; Hallelujah, hallelujah. With gladsome praises we adore, We adore, Our Lord and Savior evermore; Hallelujah, hallelujah. Languages: English

Arise, all things that God hath made

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1765; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #47 (1945) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Arise, all things that God hath made And praise His name and glory; Great is the least His hand arrayed, And tells a wondrous story. Would all the kings of earth display Their utmost pomp and power, They could not make a leaflet stay And grow upon a flower. How could the wisdom I compass To show the grace and wonder Of but the smallest blade of grass On which the mind would ponder. What shall I say when I admire The verdant meadows blooming, And listen to the joyful choir Of birds above them zooming. What shall I say when I descry Deep in the restless ocean The myriad creatures passing by In swift and ceaseless motion. What shall I say when I behold The stars in countless numbers Display their light and charm untold While nature sweetly slumbers. What shall I say when I ascend To Him Who made creation, And see the angel host attend His throne with adoration. What shall I say—vain are my words And humble my opinion! Great is Thy wisdom, Lord of lords, Thy glory and dominion! Lift up your voice with one accord Now, every tribe and nation: Hallelujah, great is our Lord And wondrous His creation! Languages: English

As wide as the skies is Thy mercy, O God

Author: Bernhard Severin Ingemann, 1789-1862; P. C. Paulsen Hymnal: HHD1945 #108 (1945) Meter: 11.9.11.9 Lyrics: As wide as the skies is Thy mercy, O God; Thy faithfulness shieldeth creation. Thy bounteous hand from the mountains abroad Is stretched over country and nation. Like heaven’s embrace is Thy mercy, O Lord; In judgment profound Thou appearest. Thou savest our souls through Thy life-giving word, The cries of Thy children Thou hearest. How precious Thy goodness, O Father above, Where children of men are abiding. Thou spreadest through darkness the wings of Thy love; We under their pinions are hiding. For languishing souls Thou preparest a rest; The quivering dove Thou protectest; Thou givest us being, eternal and blest, In mercy our life Thou perfectest. Languages: English

Be welcome again, God's angels bright

Author: Nikolai Frederik Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #68 (1945) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.8 Lyrics: Be welcome again, God’s angels bright From mansions of light and glory To publish anew this wintry night The wonderful Christmas story. Ye herald to all that yearn for light New year after winter hoary. With gladness we hear your sweet refrain In praise of God’s glory solely; Ye will not this wintry night disdain To enter our dwellings lowly. And bring to each yearning heart again The joy that is pure and holy. In humble homes as in mansions rare With light in the windows glowing, We harbor the babes as sweet and fair As flowers in meadows growing. Oh, deign with these little ones to share The joy from your message flowing. Reveal the child in the manger still With angels around Him singing The song of God’s glory, peace, good-will That joy to all hearts is bringing, While far over mountain, field and hill, The bells are with gladness ringing. God’s angels with joy to earth descend When hymns to His praise are chanted; His comfort and peace our Lord will lend To all who for peace have panted; The portals of heaven open stand; The Kingdom to us is granted. Languages: English

Behold the mighty, whiterobed band

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #63 (1945) Lyrics: Behold the mighty, whiterobed band Like thousand snowclad mountains stand With waving palms And swelling psalms Above at God’s right hand. These are the heroes brave that came Through tribulation, war and flame And in the flood Of Jesus’ blood Were cleansed from sin and shame. Now with the ransomed, heavenly Throng They praise the Lord in every tongue, And anthems swell Where God doth dwell Amidst the angels’ song. They braved the world’s contempt and might, But see them now in glory bright With golden crowns, In priestly gowns Before the throne of light. The world oft weighed them with dismay. And tears would flow without allay, But there above The Saviour’s love Has wiped their tears away. Theirs is henceforth the Sabbath rest, The Paschal banquet of the blest, Where fountains play And Christ for aye Is host as well as guest. All hail to you, blest heroes, then! A thousand fold is now your gain That ye stood fast Unto the last And did your goal attain. Ye spurned all worldly joy and fame, And harvest now in Jesus’ name What ye have sown With tears unknown Mid angels’ glad acclaim. Lift up your voice, wave high your palm, Compass the heavens with your psalm: All glory be Eternally To God and to the Lamb. Languages: English

Blessed were the eyes that truly

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #74 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Lyrics: Blessed were the eyes that truly Here on earth beheld the Lord; Happy were the ears that duly Listened to His living word. Which proclaimed the wondrous story Of God’s mercy, love and glory. Kings and prophets long with yearning Prayed to see His day appear; Angels with desire were burning To behold the golden year When God’s light and grace should quicken All that sin and death had stricken. He who, light and life revealing, By His Spirit stills our want; He, who broken hearts is healing 134 By His cup and at the font, Jesus, Fount of joy incessant, Is with light and grace now present. Eyes by sin and darkness blinded May now see His glory bright; Hearts perverse and carnal minded May obtain His Spirit’s light. When, contrite and sorely yearning, They in faith to Him are turning. Blessed are the eyes that truly Now on earth behold the Lord; Happy are the ears that duly Listen to His living word! When His words our spirits nourish Shall the kingdom in us flourish. Languages: English

Built on a rock the church of God

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #84 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Built on a rock the church of God Stands though its towers be falling; Many have crumbled beneath the sod, Bells still are chiming and calling, Calling the young and old to come, But above all the souls that roam, Weary for rest everlasting. God, the most high, abides not in Temples that hands have erected. High above earthly strife and sin, He hath his mansions perfected. Yet He, whom heavens cannot contain, Chose to abide on earth with man Making their body His temple. We are God’s house of living stones, Built for the Spirit’s indwelling. He at His font and table owns Us for His glory excelling. Should only two confess His name, He would yet come and dwell with them, Granting His mercy abounding. Even the temples built on earth Unto the praise of the Father, Are like the homes of hallowed worth Whence we as children did gather. Glorious things in them are said, God there with us His covenant made, Making us heirs of His kingdom. There we behold the font at which God as His children received us; There stands the altar where His rich Mercy from hunger relieved us. There His blest word to us proclaim: Jesus is now and e’er the same, So is His way of salvation. Grant then, O Lord, where’er we roam, That, when the church bells are ringing, People in Jesus’ name may come, Praising His glory with singing. “Ye, not the world, my face shall see; I will abide with you,” said He. “My peace I leave with you ever.” Languages: English

Christians, who with sorrow

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #46 (1945) Meter: 6.6.5.6.6.5.3.4.8.6 Lyrics: Christians, who with sorrow On this Easter morrow Watch the Savior’s tomb, Banish all your sadness, On this day of gladness Joy must vanquish gloom. Christ this hour With mighty power Crushed the foe who would detain Him; Nothing could restrain Him. Rise, ye feeble-hearted, Who have pined and smarted, Vexed by sin and dread. He has burst the prison And with might arisen, Jesus, Who was dead. And His bride For whom He died, He from sin and death now raises; Hail Him then with praises. When our sins aggrieve us, Jesus will receive us, All our debt He paid. We, who were transgressors Are now blest possessors Of His grace and aid. When in death He gave His breath To the cruel foe He yielded That we should be shielded. Earth! where are thy wonders! Hell! where are thy thunders! Death, where is thy sting! Jesus rose victorious, Reigns in heaven glorious As our Lord and King. Him, the Lord, Who did accord Us so great a joy and favor, We will praise forever. Languages: English

Christmas with gladness sounds

Author: Grundtvig; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #1 (1945) Meter: 6.3.7.3.7.6.7.6.7.7.6.6 Lyrics: Christmas with gladness sounds, Joy abounds When praising God, our Father, We gather. We were in bondage lying, But He hath heard our prayer. Our inmost need supplying, He sent the Savior here. Therefore with praises ringing, Our hearts for joy are singing: All Glory, praise and might Be God’s for Christmas night. Right in a golden year, Came He here. Throughout a world confounded Resounded The tidings fraught with gladness For every tribe of man That He hath borne our sadness And brought us joy again, That He in death descended, Like sun when day is ended, And rose on Easter morn With life and joy reborn. He hath for every grief Brought relief. Each grateful heart His praises Now raises. With angels at the manger, We sing the Savior’s birth, Who wrought release from danger And peace to man on earth, Who satisfies our yearning, And grief to joy is turning Till we with Him arise And dwell in Paradise. Languages: English

Come, Zion, and sing to the Father above

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #89 (1945) Meter: 11.5.11.9 Lyrics: Come, Zion, and sing to the Father above; Angels join with you And thank Him for Jesus, the gifts of His love. We sing before God in the highest. Strike firmly, O Psalmist, the jubilant chord; Golden be your harp In praise of Christ Jesus, our Savior and Lord. We sing before God in the highest. Then hear we with rapture the tongues as of fire, The Spirit draws nigh, Whose counsels with comforts our spirits inspire, We sing before God in the highest. Languages: English