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Raise your Devotion mortal Tongues

Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #41 (1732) Publication Date: 1732 Lyrics: I. Raise your Devotion, mortal Tongues, To praise the King of Glory, Sweet be the Accents of your Songs Of him who went before ye; Bright Angels, strike your loudest Strings: Let Heav'n and all created Things Sound our Emanuel's Praises. II. Ye mourning Souls, look upward too, For Christ is now preparing At God's right Hand a Place for you: Shake off what seems despairing. Thence our great Lord and King shall come To fetch our longing Spirits Home, And crown your Love and Labour. III. Sine He o'er Heav'n bears sov'raign Sway, By all its Pow'rs attended; And has more Graces to display Than can be comprehended; Fear not but He his Graces pours On such meek trembling Hearts as yours, The Objects of his Favour. IV. Extend, O Lord, thy sov'raign Grace, Thy Light to ev'ry nation: Let Earth and Seas avow and praise Thy Love, thy Pow'r, thy Passion; 'Till we join with thy Saints above In Hymns to celebrate thy Love, And dwell with Thee for ever. Topics: Ascension Languages: English Tune Title: [Raise your Devotion mortal Tongues]

Ruft getrost blasst die Posaunen

Hymnal: Vorspiel der Neuen-Welt #d79 (1732) Publication Date: 1732
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Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather

Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #176 (1732) Publication Date: 1732 Lyrics: I. Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather All thy Senses from abroad, To adore thy Heav'nly Father, And the Goodness of thy God, For preserving Thee this Day, Chasing Satan's Host away, That their Malice and Delusion Cou'd not put Thee to Confusion. II. Blessed be thy gracious Favour, Father of Eternity! That thou'st helpt me in my Labour, And my great Necessity; That in all my Care and Grief Thou hast sent me sure Relief, And remov'd, on all Occasion, What might frustrate my Salvation. III. None of all the skill'd in Numbers, Nor the Sons of Eloquence Can express or count the Wonders Of thy gracious providence. O, thy Mercies are too great For us Mortals to repeat. Let us then adore in Spirit What's above our Sense and Merit. IV. Now this tiresome Day is finish'd, Gloomy Night draws on apace; Chearful Day Light is diminish'd, And the sun has hid his Face. Lord, endow me with thy Love, That the Instances I prove Of thy Care and thy Protection work in me a pure Subjection. V. Pardon, Lord, each sad Transgression, Whether open or unknown, With the Weight of whose Oppression I all Night in secret moan; So that Satan's fiery Dart Often pierces through my Heart, And disturbs the blest Intention Of thy Grace and thy Redemption. VI. Tho' I've stray'd and thee denied; As I willingly return, For his Sake who for me died, Let thy Wrath no longer burn; I confess the Guilt of Sin; But thy Grace can make me clean, Which exceeds, beyond Expression, All the Poison of Transgression. VII. Author of illumination, Light of Light, eternal Word, Soul and Body's Preservation I commit to thee, O Lord: My Redeemer, dwell in me, That I sleep and wake with Thee, And enjoy thy Consolation In the Night of Perturbation. VIII. Guard me from the Snares of Satan, And the Pow'r of Sin and Hell; Which raise Dreams I never thought on, And abominate to tell. Let me never lose the Sight Of thy good and gracious Light. Having thee, I can be quiet 'Midst the Furies-Storm and Riot. IX. When I close mine Eyes to slumber, And my Senses fall asleep, Let my Heart, awake, the Number Of thy mercies tell and keep. Fill me with thy sacred Love, That I dream of what's above, And keep close to Thee my Saviour Even in my Nights Behaviour. X. Grant, that under thy Protection, I enjoy a quiet Rest; Guard me from Night-Sin's Infection; Number me among the Blest; Soul and Body, Heart and Mind Keep from harm of ev'ry Kind Friends and Foes and each Relation Visit with thy new Creation. XI. Let no frightful Rumour wake me From within or from abroad; Let no Sickness overtake me; Lord, be thou my sure Abode. Fire and Water, pestilence, Death that's sudden off me fence, Lest I dye in my Transgression, And fall short of thy Possession. XII. Father, hear the Supplication Of thy poor unworthy Child. JESU! through thy Meditation, Make me truly reconcil'd. Holy Ghost, of equal Praise, I depend upon thy Grace. Sacred Three! be pleas'd to say then: Even so it shall be. AMEN! Topics: Evening Hymn Languages: English Tune Title: [Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather]
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Remove from us, O faithful God

Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #188 (1732) Publication Date: 1732 Lyrics: I. Remove from us, O faithful God, Thy dreadful and avenging rod, Which by our num'rous crying Crimes We have deserv'd a Thousand Times. Sad Famine, War and Pestilence Prevent by thy good Providence. II. In Pity, Lord, look on our Race; And grant us thy all-saving Grace: Shou'd thy just Anger go so far To call us to thy Judgment-Bar, What Man could stand before thine Eye, Or plead his Truth, and Guilt deny? III. In Thee we trust; to Thee on high, In Heaviness of Soul we cry. Give us a Token of thy Grace, By shewing thy relieving Face. By true Repentance bring us Home, And save us from the Wrath to come. IV. Oh, raise no more such dreadful Storms Against so file and feeble Worms. O, great Creator, thou well know'st, That this our Frame's but transient Dust; Our best Endeavours Little gain; And, search'd by thee, we're all but vain. V. Sin still besets us ev'ry where; Nor Satan fails to lay his Snare; The wicked World, with Flesh and Blood, Conspires to rob us of all Good. O Lord, this is not hid from Thee; Have Mercy on our Misery. VI. Regard thy Son's most bitter Moans, Wounds, Agonies, and dying Groans; The Pains he felt, the Blood he spilt T'attone for all our Sin and Guilt. O, for his Sake our Guilt forgive, And let the mourning Sinners live. VII. O Lord, conduct us by thy Hand; And bless these Realms by Sea and Land; Preserve thy Word amongst us pure; Keep us from Satan's Wiles secure; Grant us to dye in Peace and Love, And see thy glorious Face above. Topics: Common Calamity Languages: English

Reine Flammen, brennt zusammen

Author: J. R. Ziegler Hymnal: Zionitischer Weyrauchs Huegel; oder, Weyrrhen Berg #d477 (1739) Publication Date: 1739

Reinste Jungfrau, die fuer [vor] allen ich gern haben

Author: Johann Scheffler Hymnal: Zionitischer Weyrauchs Huegel; oder, Weyrrhen Berg #d478 (1739) Publication Date: 1739

Ringe recht, wenn Gottes Gnade dich nun ziehet

Author: Johann Joseph Winkler Hymnal: Zionitischer Weyrauchs Huegel; oder, Weyrrhen Berg #d479 (1739) Publication Date: 1739

Ruft getrost blasst die Posaunen

Hymnal: Zionitischer Weyrauchs Huegel; oder, Weyrrhen Berg #d480 (1739) Publication Date: 1739

Ruh ist das Erbe der verheissung

Hymnal: Zionitischer Weyrauchs Huegel; oder, Weyrrhen Berg #d481 (1739) Publication Date: 1739

Ruhe ist das beste Gut

Author: Johann Caspar Schade Hymnal: Zionitischer Weyrauchs Huegel; oder, Weyrrhen Berg #d482 (1739) Publication Date: 1739

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