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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

My Soul, Now Bless Your Maker

Author: Johann Gramann, 1487-1541; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Christian Worship (1993) #257 (1993) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: My soul now bless your Maker! Lyrics: 1 My soul, now bless your Maker! Let all within me bless his name Who makes me a partaker Of mercies more than I dare claim. Forget him not whose meekness Still bears with all your sin, Who heals your ev'ry weakness, Renews your life within, Whose grace and care are endless And saved you through the past, Who leaves no suff'rer friendless But rights the wronged at last. 2 For as a tender father Has 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 through them passes, And all their bloom is o'er. We wither like the grasses; Our place knows us no more. 3 God's grace stands fast, enduring, And children's children yet shall prove His strength abides, assuring The hearts of all who 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 in song forever, All you who hear his Word. He hears our hymns with favor -- My soul, oh, bless the Lord! Topics: Worship and Praise; Worship and Praise Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL

My Soul, now bless thy Maker!

Hymnal: Christian Hymns #272 (1898) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 My Soul, now bless 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 Forgiveth all thy sin; Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; Whose grace and care are endless, Who saved thee through the past; Who leaves no sufferer 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; Far as the heavens above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He casts our sins away. 3 For, as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms doth 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 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 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! Topics: Gpd the Father, the Creator; God the Father Mercy of; God the Father Providence of; Gratitude to God and Christ Languages: English Tune Title: MY SOUL, NOW BLESS THY MAKER

O Living Bread from Heaven

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Johann Rist Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #316 (1941) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 O living Bread from heaven, How richly hast Thou fed Thy guest! The gifts Thou now hast given Have filled my heart with joy and rest. O wondrous food of blessing, O cup that heals our woes! My heart, this gift professing, In thankful songs o'erflows; For while the faith within me Was quickened by this food, My soul hath gazed upon Thee, My highest, only Good. 2 My God, Thou here hast led me Within Thy temple's holiest place And there Thyself hast fed me With all the treasures of Thy grace. Oh, boundless is Thy kindness, And righteous is Thy pow'r, While I in sinful blindness Am erring hour by hour; And yet Thou com'st not spurning A sinner, Lord, like me! Thy grace and love returning, What gift have I for Thee? 3 A heart that hath repented And mourns for sin with bitter sighs,-- Thou, Lord, art well-contented With this my only sacrifice. I know that in my weakness Thou wilt despise me not, But grant me in Thy meekness The blessing I have sought; Yes, Thou wilt hear with favor The song that now I raise, For meet and right 'tis ever That I should sing Thy praise. 4 Grant what I have partaken May through Thy grace so work in me That sin be all forsaken And I may cleave alone to Thee And all my soul be heedful How I Thy love may know; For this alone is needful Thy love should in me glow. Then let no beauty ever, No joy, allure my heart, But what is Thine, my Savior, What Thou dost here impart. 5 Oh, well for me that, strengthened With heavenly food and comfort here, Howe'er my course be lengthened, I now may serve Thee free from fear! Away, then, earthly pleasure! All earthly gifts are vain; I seek a heavenly treasure, My home I long to gain, My God, where I shall praise Thee, Where none my peace destroy, And where my soul shall raise Thee Glad songs in endless With pure joy. Amen. Topics: The Sacraments The Lord's Supper Scripture: Matthew 26:26-29 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN' SEEL'

O Living Bread from Heaven

Author: J. Rist, 1607-67; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #326 (1996) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 O Living Bread from heaven, How richly hast Thou fed Thy guest! The gifts Thou now hast given Have filled my heart with joy and rest. O wondrous food of blessing, O cup that heals our woes! My heart this gift professing, In thankful songs o'erflows; For while the faith within me Was quickened by this food, My soul hath gazed upon Thee, My highest, only Good! 2 My God, Thou here hast led me Within Thy temple's holiest place And there Thyself hast fed me With all the treasures of Thy grace; O boundless is Thy kindness, And righteous is Thy pow'r, While I in sinful blindness Am erring hour by hour; And yet Thou com'st not spurning A sinner, Lord, like me! Thy grace and love returning, What gift have I for Thee? 3 A heart that hath repented, And mourns for sin with bitter sighs-- Thou, Lord, art well-contented With this my only sacrifice. I know that in my weakness Thou wilt despise me not, But grant me in Thy meekness The favour I have sought; Yes, Thou wilt hear with favor The song that now I raise, For meet and right 'tis ever That I should sing Thy praise. 4 Grant what I have partaken May through Thy grace so work in me That sin be all forsaken And I may cleave alone to Thee And all my soul be heedful How she Thy love may know; For this alone is needful Thy love should in me glow. Then let no beauty ever, No joy, allure my heart, But what is Thine, my Saviour, What Thou dost here impart. 5 O well for me that, strengthened With heav'nly food and comfort here, Howe'er my course be lengthened, I now may serve Thee free from fear! Away, then, earthly pleasure! All earthly gifts are vain; I seek a heav'nly treasure, My home I long to gain, My God, where I shall praise Thee, Where none my peace destroy, And where my soul shall raise Thee Glad songs in endless With pure joy. Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL

I Know My Faith is Founded

Author: Erdmann Neumeister Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #381 (1941) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: I know my faith is founded Lyrics: 1 I know my faith is founded On Jesus Christ, my God and Lord; And this my faith confessing Unmoved I stand upon His Word. Man's reason cannot fathom The truth of God profound; Who trusts her subtle wisdom Relies on shifting ground. God's Word is all-sufficient, It makes divinely sure, And trusting in its wisdom, My faith shall rest secure. 2 Increase my faith, dear Savior, For Satan seeks by night and day To rob me of this treasure And take my hope of bliss away. But, Lord, with Thee beside me, I shall be undismayed; And led by Thy good Spirit, I shall be unafraid. Abide with me, O Savior, A firmer faith bestow. Then I shall bid defiance To ev'ry evil foe. 3 In faith, Lord, let me serve Thee; Though persecution, grief, and pain Should seek to overwhelm me, Let me a steadfast trust retain; And then at my departure Take Thou me home to Thee, And let me there inherit All Thou hast promised me. In life and death, Lord, keep me Until Thy heav'n I gain, Where I by Thy great mercy The end of faith attain. Amen. Topics: Faith and Justification Scripture: 2 Timothy 1:12 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN' SEEL'

To Thee all praise ascendeth

Author: J. Rist Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #385 (1913) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 To Thee all praise ascendeth, Almighty ever-blessed God; The anthem never endeth Around Thy throne, O holy Lord! E'en here, in tribulation, When we are sorely tried, Thou art our consolation, The refuge where we hide. Day unto day Thy glory, Thy goodness doth confess, And we take up the story Of all Thy faithfulness. 2 Our hearts o'erflow with gladness, For we have learned Thy power and grace We may not sink in sadness, We stand, in Christ, before Thy face. Thy name be ever praiséd, Thou doest wonders great; Our voice may well be raiséd, Thy mercies to relate. Oh! be it all our pleasure Whilst pilgrim-days endure, To find in Thee our treasure, To rest in Thee secure. 3 Thy name, O Lord, abideth, Thou shalt be honored on the earth, Thy hand our all provideth, Thou caredst for us ere our birth. O Lord! what shall we render For all the debt we owe, For all Thy care so tender, Thy love too vast to know! The theme of Thy salvation Shall be our one employ We bless Thee for creation, And for eternal joy! Topics: The Church Year Trinity Sunday; The Church Year Trinity Sunday; God Almighty; Praise and Prayer Tune Title: [To Thee all praise ascendeth]

I Know My Faith Is Founded

Author: Erdmann Neumeister, 1671-1756 Hymnal: Christian Worship (1993) #403 (1993) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 I know my faith is founded On Jesus Christ, my God and Lord; And this my faith confessing, Unmoved I stand upon his Word. Man's reason cannot fathom The truth of God profound; Who trusts in worldly wisdom Relies on shifting ground. God's Word is all-sufficient, It makes divinely sure, And, trusting in its wisdom, My faith shall rest secure. 2 Increase my faith, dear Savior, For Satan seeks by night and day To rob me of this treasure And take my hope of bliss away. But, Lord, with you beside me I shall be undismayed; And led by your good Spirit, I shall be unafraid. Abide with me, O Savior, A firmer faith bestow. Then I shall bid defiance To ev'ry evil foe. 3 In faith, Lord, let me serve you; Though persecution, grief, and pain Should seek to overwhelm me, Let me a steadfast trust retain. And then at my departure, Lord, take me home to you, And let me there inherit All you have promised me. In life and death, Lord, keep me Until your heav'n I gain, Where I by your great mercy The end of faith attain. Topics: Faith; Faith Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL