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Guds rena Lam, oskyldig

Author: Nicolaus Decius Hymnal: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #S38 (1913) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Guds rena Lamm oskyldig, På korset för oss slaktad, All tid befunnen tålig, Ehur' du var föraktad! Vår synd du hajver dragit Och dödens makt ned slagit. Gif oss din frid, o Jesu! Topics: Jesu Lidande; Suffering of Jesus Languages: Swedish Tune Title: O LAMM GOTTES UNSCHULDIG

Cometh sunshine after rain

Author: Gerhardt Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #4 (1863) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Cometh sunshine after rain, After mourning joy again, After heavy bitter grief Dawneth surely sweet relief! And my soul, who from her height Sank to realms of woe and night, Wingeth new to heav'n her flight. Bitter anguish have I borne, Keen regret my heart hath torn, Sorrow dimm'd my weeping eyes, Satan blinded me with lies; Yet at last am I set free, Help, protection, love, to me Once more true companions be. None was ever left a prey, None was ever turn'd away, Who had given himself to God, And on Him had cast his load. Who in God his hope hath placed Shall not life in pain outwaste, Fullest joy he yet shall taste. Though to-day may not fulfil All thy hopes, have patience still, For perchance to-morrow's sun Sees thy happier days begun; As God willeth march the hours, Bringing joy at last in showers, When whate'er we ask'd is ours. Now as long as here I roam, On this earth have house and home, Shall this wondrous gleam from Thee Shine through all my memory. To my God I yet will cling, All my life the praises sing That from thankful hearts outspring. Every sorrow, every smart, That the Eternal Father's heart Hath appointed me of yore, Or hath yet for me in store, As my life flows on, I'll take Calmly, gladly for His sake, No more faithless murmurs make. I will meet distress and pain, I will greet e'en Death's dark reign, I will lay me in the grave, With a heart still glad and brave; Whom the Strongest doth defend, Whom the Highest counts His friend, Cannot perish in the end. Languages: English

Twofold, Father! is my pray’r

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #24 (1867) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: Twofold, Father! is my pray'r Lyrics: Twofold, Father! is my pray’r, Twofold the desire I there Lay before Thee, who dost give What’s good for us to receive; Grant the pray’r that Thou dost know, Ere my soul to Thee must go From the body’s bands below. Grant that far from me may be Lying and idolatry; Poverty immoderate Give me not, nor riches great; Too great wealth or poverty Is not good, for either may ’Neath the devil’s pow’r us lay. Give to me, my Saviour! give Modest portion while I live; Evermore supply my need, Giving me my daily bread; Little, with contented mood, And a conscience pure and good, Is the best can be bestow’d. If my cup should overflow, Proud in spirit I might grow, Thee deny with scornful word, Asking who is God and Lord? For the heart with pride doth swell, Often knows not when ’tis well, How itself enough t’ extol. Should I bare and naked be, Sunk in too deep poverty, Faithless, I might wickedly Steal my neighbour’s property; Force might use and artifice, Follow lawless practices, Never ask what Christian is. God! my Treasure and my Light, Neither course for me were right, Either would dishonour Thee, Sink me into hell’s dark sea; Therefore, give, Lord! graciously, What Thy heart designs for me, Moderate my portion be! Languages: English

Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Hymns of the Christian Life. Rev. ed. #38 (1978) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: Christ whose glory fills the skies Topics: God; The Son; His Praise Scripture: Malachi 4:2 Languages: English

Christ, Whose Glory Fills the Skies

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Hymns of the Christian Life #38 (1992) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: Christ whose glory fills the skies Topics: God; The Son; His Praise Scripture: Malachi 4:2 Languages: English

Watchman! tell us of the night

Hymnal: Hymnal and Canticles of the Protestant Episcopal Church with Music (Gilbert & Goodrich) #43b (1883) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Languages: English Tune Title: MASONS

Cometh sunshine after rain

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Lyra Germanica #43 (1861) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Cometh sunshine after rain, After mourning joy again, After heavy bitter grief Dawneth surely sweet relief! And my soul, who from her height Sank to realms of woe and night, Wingeth now to heaven her flight. He whom this world dares not face Hath refreshed me with His grace, And His mighty hand unbound Chains of hell about me wound; Quicker, stronger, leaps my blood, Since His mercy, like a flood, Poured o'er all my heart for good. Bitter anguish have I borne, Keen regret my heart hath torn, Sorrow dimmed my weeping eyes, Satan blinded me with lies; Yet at last am I set free, Help, protection, love to me Once more true companions be. None was ever left a prey, None was ever turned away, Who had given himself to God, And on Him had cast his load. Who in God his hope hath placed Shall not life in pain outwaste, Fullest joy he yet shall taste. Though today may not fulfil All thy hopes, have patience still, For perchance tomorrow's sun Sees thy happier days begun; As God willeth march the hours, Bringing joy at last in showers, When whate'er we asked is ours. Once a pain that would not cease Gnawed my heart without release, Sorrow bowed me 'neath her yoke, Then in sadness oft I spoke: Now no hope is left for me, And no rest, until I be Whelmed beneath Death's sunless sea. But when I was worn with care, Filled with dread well-nigh despair; When with watching many a night, On me fell pale sickness' blight; When my courage failed me fast, Camest Thou, my God, at last, And my woes were quickly past. Yea, Thou God didst make an end, Thou such help and strength did send, That I nevermore can praise As I ought, Thy matchless grace; When I shought with anxious fear, And could see no refuge here, Lo! I found Thy help was near. Now as long as here I roam, On this earth have house and home, Shall this wondrous gleam from Thee Shine through all my memory. To my God I yet will cling. All my life the praises sing That from thankful hearts outspring. Every sorrow, every smart, That the Eternal Father's heart Hath appointed me of yore, Or hath yet for me in store, As my life flows on I'll take Calmly, gladly, for His sake, No more faithless murmurs make. I will meet distress and pain I will greet e'en Death's dark reign, I will lay me in the grave, With a heart still glad and brave; Whom the Strongest doth defend, Whom the Highest counts His friend, Cannot perish in the end. Languages: English

Song of Thanksgiving after Great Sorrow and Affliction

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #56 (1867) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: After clouds we see the sun Lyrics: After clouds we see the sun, Joy we feel when grief is gone, After bitter pain and sore Cometh consolation’s hour. Then my soul that sank before, Even down to hell’s dark door, To the heav’nly choir doth soar. He ’fore whom the world shall flee, In my spirit comforts me, With His high and mighty hand, Tears me from the hellish band. With the love to me He shows, Swells my heart and overflows, And my blood with rapture glows. Did I e’er ’neath sorrow bend? Did my heart grief ever rend? Have I e’er been vexèd sore? Satan e’er fool’d me before? Aye—but henceforth am I free, Faithfully thou shieldest me, My salvation comes from Thee! What thou mean’st, my bitter foe! By thy deeds tow’rds me I know; Truly thou with all thy pow’r Seek’st me ever to devour. Had I too much trusted thee, Then had’st thou, ere I could see, In thy snares entangled me. All the guile I know full well That in thy bad heart doth dwell; Thou my God malign’st to me, Turn’st His praise to obloquy; Speaketh out His loving heart, Keeps He silence on His part, All He doth dost thou pervert. If I hope and look for good, If I’m in a joyous mood, From my mind thou driv’st away Every good thought—and dost say: “God doth far from thee abide, Riseth high misfortune’s tide Round thee now on every side.” Hence depart! thou lying mouth, Here is God’s own ground in truth, For the face of God is here, And the beauteous light and clear Of His favour, here doth rise, All His word and counsel wise, Op’d are now before mine eyes. God lets none in sadness stay, He with shame drives none away, Who themselves up to Him give, With the whole heart to Him cleave, Who their cares on Him aye cast, And hope in Him—joy at last, For the soul and body taste. Though it comes not as we will, Just to-day—yet be thou still, For perchance to-morrow may Be the bright and joyous day. God’s time comes with measur’d step, When it comes His word He’ll keep And joy’s harvest we shall reap. Ah! how often did I think, As my feet began to sink ’Neath the heavy load of care, In the mire of blank despair, Now there is no hope for me, Rest for me there cannot be Till I enter death’s dark sea. But my God put forth His pow’r To avert and to restore, That I ne’er enough can tell What His arm hath done so well; When no path I could descry, When no help to guide was nigh, Help God sent me from on high. When I timid and perplex’d Often have my spirit vex’d, Sleepless toss’d thro’ all the night, Sick at heart when dawn’d the light, When heart fail’d me utterly, Hast Thou then appear’d to me, Turning my captivity. Now as long as here I roam, Have on earth a house and home, ’Fore mine eyes continually Shall this thing of wonder be. All my life long shall I bring Offerings of thanks, and sing Songs of praise to God my King. Every grief and every smart, By th’eternal Father’s heart Ever yet appointed me, Or that may hereafter be Chosen for me, all my days From His gracious hand always, I’ll receive with joy and praise. I will tread woe’s bitter path, I will onward go to death, I into the grave will go, Still my heart with joy shall glow. Whom the Highest will raise high, Whom th’ Almighty standeth nigh, Ne’er can perish utterly. Languages: English

O Lamb of God most holy!

Author: Arthur Tozer Russell, 1806 - 74; Nikolaus Decius Hymnal: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #70 (1958) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 O Lamb of God most holy! Who on the Cross didst suffer, And patient still and lowly, Thyself to scorn didst offer; Our sins by thee were taken, Or hope had us forsaken: Have mercy on us, Jesus! 2 O Lamb of God most holy! Who on the Cross didst suffer, And patient still and lowly, Thyself to scorn didst offer; Our sins by thee were taken, Or hope had us forsaken: Have mercy on us, Jesus! 3 O Lamb of God most holy! Who on the Cross didst suffer, And patient still and lowly, Thyself to scorn didst offer; Our sins by thee were taken, Or hope had us forsaken: Thy peace be with us, Jesus! Amen. Topics: The Church Year Lent; Sacraments and Rites Holy Communion Languages: English Tune Title: O LAMM GOTTES

O Lamb of God Most Holy

Author: Nikolaus Decius; Arthur Tozer Russell Hymnal: The Presbyterian Hymnal #82 (1990) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: O Lamb of God most holy! Lyrics: 1 O Lamb of God most holy! Who on the cross didst suffer, And patient still and lowly, Yourself to scorn did offer; Our sins by You were taken, Or hope had us forsaken: Have mercy on us, Jesus! 2 O Lamb of God most holy! Who on the cross didst suffer, And patient still and lowly, Yourself to scorn did offer; Our sins by You were taken, Or hope had us forsaken: Have mercy on us, Jesus! 3 O Lamb of God most holy! Who on the cross didst suffer, And patient still and lowly, Yourself to scorn did offer; Our sins by You were taken, Or hope had us forsaken: Your peace be with us, Jesus! Scripture: John 1:29 Languages: English Tune Title: O LAMM GOTTES