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O Living Bread from heaven

Author: Johann von Rist; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 34 hymnals First Line: O Living Bread from heaven, How hast thou fed thy guest

Author: B. S. Ingemann Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 One is our God and Father! The flock and all its shepherds cry; One Spirit us doth gather, One is our Lord, who reigns on high; One well of life doth lave us, One hope our souls inspires, One faith, our stay, doth save us, One love us ever fires, One peace our spirits blesses, One fight for our reward, One end of all distresses, One life in Christ our Lord. 2 One in the Spirit's union, We onward march, a pilgrim throng, And sing in sweet communion The ransomed Zion's victor-song; Through night and tribulation, Through death our way we wend, With hope and expectation To see our journey's end-- The cross, the grave, death's prison, We leave behind, and rise To meet our Savior risen, And enter Paradise. Topics: The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity; Communion of Saints; Pilgrimage Used With Tune: [One is our God and Father]

My Soul, Now Bless Thy Maker

Author: J. Gramann, 1487-1541; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 29 hymnals Lyrics: 1 My soul, now bless thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name Who maketh thee partaker Of mercies more than thou dare claim. Forget Him not whose meekness Still bears with all thy sin, Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; Whose grace and care are endless And saved thee through the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wronged at last. 2 He shows to man His treasure Of judgment, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress, Nor treats us as we merit, But lays His anger by, The humble, contrite spirit Finds His compassion nigh; And high as heav'n above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. 3 For as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms will gather All who are His in childlike fear. He knows how frail our powers Who but from dust are made. We flourish like the flowers, And even so we fade. The wind but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er-- We wither like the grasses; Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heav'n is fixed His dwelling; His rule is over all. Angels, in might excelling, Bright hosts, before Him fall. Praise Him who ever reigneth, All ye who hear His Word. Nor our poor hymns disdaineth-- My soul, O bless the Lord! Topics: Trinity 12 Scripture: Psalm 103 Used With Tune: NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL

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NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL

Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 49 hymnals Tune Sources: Concentus novi, Augsburg, 1540; Lutheran Service Book, 2006 (Setting) Tune Key: G Major Incipit: 11765 12333 33217 Used With Text: My Soul, Now Praise Your Maker!

[Let us thank the Lord Creator]

Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Used With Text: Misaora ny Mpahary (Let us thank the Lord Creator)

[My soul, now bless thy maker!] (Lindeman)

Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: Ludvig Mathias Lindeman Tune Key: E Flat Major Incipit: 35431 65544 35132

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My soul, now praise thy Maker!

Author: Gramann Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #7 (1863) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: My soul, now praise thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name, Who maketh thee partaker Of mercies more than thou dar'st claim! Forget him not, whose meekness Still bears with all thy sin, Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within, Whose grace and care are endless, And sav'd thee thro' the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wrong'd at last! He shows to man His treasure Of judgment, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond our measure, His yearning pity o'er distress; Nor treats us as we merit, But lays His anger by, The humble contrite spirit Finds His compassions nigh; And high as heaven above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. For as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms will gather All who are His in childlike fear; He knows how frail our powers, Who but from dust are made, We flourish as the flowers, And even so we fade, A storm-wind o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er,-- We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. His grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How God with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heaven is fixed His dwelling, His rule is over all, Angels in might excelling, Bright hosts, before Him fall! Praise Him who ever reigneth, All ye who hear His word; Nor our poor hymns disdaineth,-- My soul, O praise the Lord! Languages: English

My Soul, Now Bless thy Maker

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Johann Gramann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #34 (1941) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: My soul, now bless thy Maker! Lyrics: 1 My soul, now bless thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name Who maketh thee full partaker Of mercies more than thou dar'st claim. Forget Him not whose meekness Still bears with all thy sin, Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; Whose grace and care are endless And saved thee thro' the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wronged at last. 2 He shows to man His treasure Of justice, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress, Nor treats us as we merit, But lays His anger by. The humble, contrite spirit Finds His compassion nigh; And high as heav'n above us, As dawn from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. 3 For as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms will gather All who are His in childlike fear. He knows how frail our powers Who but from dust are made; We flourish like the flowers, And even so we fade; The wind but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er, We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heav'n is fixed His dwelling, His rule is over all; Angels, in might excelling, Bright hosts, before Him fall. Praise Him who ever reigneth, All you who hear His Word, Nor our poor hymns disdaineth-- My soul, O bless the Lord! Amen. Topics: Adoration Worship and Praise Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN' SEEL'

Thanksgiving for the Declaration of Peace

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #53 (1867) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: Praise God! for forth hath sounded Lyrics: Praise God! for forth hath sounded The noble word of joy and peace, There’s rest where strife abounded, The sword and spear their murders cease. Up! up! again, and bring ye Now forth the sounding lyre, O Germany! and sing ye In full and noble choir, Your hearts and minds now raise ye And thank the Lord, and say, “Thy grace and goodness praise we For they endure for aye!” ’Twere just if God were driving Us in dire wrath from ’fore His face, For with us still are thriving The thorns of sin that grow apace. In deed and truth we feel it— His rod of chastisement! But say whoe’er can tell it— Who are they who repent? We’re only evil ever, God’s true continually, He helpeth to deliver From war and misery. With grateful hearts o’erflowing We greet thee, noble gift of peace! Where’er thou dwell’st, now knowing How richly thou dost ever bless. God to thy keeping giveth Our good and happiness, Who woundeth thee and grieveth, In his own heart doth press Grief’s arrow, and in madness He quencheth in the land The golden light of gladness With suicidal hand. What could this lesson ever Grave on our hearts so solemnly, As forts laid low for ever, And towns that now in ruins lie: As fair and fertile meadows That wav’d with golden grain, Now wrapt in forest shadows And run to waste again. As graves full of the buried, Who fell in the dread hour Of battle in ranks serried, Whose like we’ll see no more. O man! be now afflicted, And let thy tears in torrents flow, With countenance dejected To ponder to thy closet go; What heretofore hath given Thy God, didst thou deride, Thy Father who’s in Heaven Now turn’d hath to thy side. From fury and from pressing He turneth for thy good, As if by love and blessing Constrain thy heart He would. Awake thee! now awake thee! Thou hard, cold world awaken’d be; Ere doom’s dread hour o’ertake thee, By thee unlook’d for, suddenly. Ye for the Saviour living! Unshaken be your mood, The peace He now is giving Can only bring us good. This lesson He is giving, The end of all is nigh, Thou shalt with Him be living In peace eternally. Languages: English

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John Kelly

1833 - 1890 Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Translator of "Thanksgiving for the Declaration of Peace" in Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs Kelly, John, was born at Newcastle-on-Tyne, educated at Glasgow University, studied theology at Bonn, New College, Edinburgh, and the Theological College of the English Presbyterian Church (to which body he belongs) in London. He has ministered to congregations at Hebburn-on-Tyne and Streatham, and was Tract Editor of the Religious Tract Society. His translations of Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs were published in 1867. Every piece is given in full, and rendered in the metre of the originals. His Hymns of the Present Century from the German were published in 1886 by the Religious Tract Society. In these translations the metres of the originals have not always been followed, whilst some of the hymns have been abridged and others condensed. His translations lack poetic finish, but are faithful to the originals. [Rev. W. Garrett Horder] -- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907) ================== Kelly, John, p. 614, i. He died while on a visit to Braemar, July 19, 1890. --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)

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