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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

Day is breaking, night is ended

Author: Kaspar Johannes Boye, 1791-1853; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #105 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Day is breaking, night is ended, And the day of rest ascended Upon church and countryside. Like the day in brightness growing, Grace from God is richer flowing; Heaven’s portals open wide. O what joy this day is bringing, When the chiming bells are ringing, Calling man to prayer and praise! All the angel host rejoices And with gladsome, mellow voices Thanks the Lord for light and grace. Sin and death with fear and sorrow And the burden of tomorrow Shall not weigh my heart with care. Unto all in tribulation Doth the Lord of our salvation On this day His peace declare. Be it hushed in solemn stillness, Must I weep in grief or illness, Or confess my guilt and shame, It is blessed to be weeping When the hungry heart is reaping Grace and peace in Jesus’ name. O Thou Fount of grace unbounded, Who our wisdom hath confounded, 164 Whom but faith can comprehend! In Thy love my soul reposes; Heaven’s portal never closes Till before Thy throne we stand. Languages: English

Deep and precious

Author: Theodor Vilhelm Oldenburg; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #107 (1945) Meter: 4.4.7.4.4.7.8.8 Lyrics: Deep and precious, Strong and gracious Is the word of God above, Gently calling Sinners falling, To the Savior’s arm of love. Unto all the word is given: Jesus is the way to heaven. Blessed Savior, Wondrous favor Hast Thou shown our fallen race! Times may alter, Worlds may falter, Nothing moves Thy word of grace. With Thy word Thy grace abideth, And for all our needs provideth. By Thy merit, Through the Spirit Draw all sinners, Lord, to Thee. Sin and error, Death and terror By Thy word shall vanquished be. Guide us all through life’s straight portal, Bear us into life immortal. Languages: English

Dost thou know the living fountain

Author: Herman Andreas Timm, 1800-1866; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #106 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: Dost thou know the living fountain Whence the stream of grace doth flow? Dry the streams from snowcapped mountain, Yet this stream shall fuller grow. From the very heart of God Flows its currents deep and broad, Unto every land and nation, Bringing mercy and salvation. Come unto the living waters! Cried the prophets, do not shrink! God invites His sons and daughters: He that thirsteth come and drink. With this water God imparts Health and strength to sin-sick hearts. Why are ye then hesitating While the Lord with grace is waiting. With us is the day appointed, God has kept His gracious word. He has come, the Lord’s annointed; Men have seen the promised Lord. Saints of God from every race Found in Him the fount of grace, And, with joy that never ceases, Said: The Fount of Life is Jesus. Hasten then! Let all assemble At this fountain pure and strong. Come, ye souls that fear and tremble, Come, ye old, and come ye young. Now the hour of grace is here, Draw then to its fountain near. Soon, ah soon! the day is over. Quickly night the world may cover. Languages: English

Ever trouble walks beside me

Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #22 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.7 Lyrics: Ever trouble walks beside me, Ever God with grace provides me, Ever have I fear and grief, Ever Jesus brings relief. Ever sin my heart accuses, Ever Jesus help induces, Ever am I weighed with care, Ever full of praise and prayer. So is joy by grief attended, Fortune with misfortune blended; Blessings mixed with grief and strife Is the measure of my life. But, O Jesus, I am crying: Help that faith, on Thee relying, Over sin and grief alway Shall prevail and gain the day. Languages: English

Fair beyond telling

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #90 (1945) Meter: 5.5.4.5.5.4.10.10 Lyrics: Fair beyond telling, Lord, is Thy dwelling, Filled with Thy peace. Oh how I languish And, in my anguish, Wait for release That I may enter Thy temple, O Lord, With Thee communing in deepest accord. With Thy compassion, Lord of Salvation, Naught can compare. Even the sparrow Safe from the arrow Rests in Thy care. And as Thou shieldest the bird in its nest, So let my heart in Thy temple find rest. Years full of splendors, Which to offenders Earth may afford, Never can measure One day of pleasure Found with Thee, Lord, When on the wings of Thy quickening word Souls are uplifted and Thou art adored. Quicken in spirit, Grow in Thy merit Shall now Thy friends. Blessings in showers Filled with Thy powers On them descends Until at home in the city of gold All shall in wonder Thy presence behold. Languages: English

Fair is creation

Author: Bernhard Severin Ingemann, 1789-1862; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #111 (1945) Meter: 5.5.8.5.5.8 Lyrics: Fair is creation, Fairer God’s heaven, Blest is the marching pilgrim throng. Onward through lovely Regions of beauty Go we to Paradise with song. Ages are coming, Ages are passing Nations arise and disappear. Never the joyful Message from heaven Wanes through the soul’s brief sojourn here. Angels proclaimed it Once to the shepherds, Henceforth from soul to soul it passed: Unto all people Peace and rejoicing, Us is a Savior born at last. Languages: English

Founded our Lord has upon earth a realm of the Spirit

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #82 (1945) Meter: 14.14.4.7.8 Lyrics: Founded our Lord has upon earth a realm of the Spirit Wherein He fosters a people restored by His merit. It shall remain People its glory attain, They shall the kingdom inherit. Forward like light of the morning its message is speeding, Millions receive and proclaim it with gladness exceeding For with His word God doth His Spirit accord, Raising all barriers impeding. Jesus, our Savior, with God in the highest residing, And by the Spirit the wants of Thy people providing, Be Thou our life, Shield and defender in strife, Always among us abiding. Then shall Thy people as Lord of the nations restore Thee, Even by us shall a pathway be straightened before Thee Till everywhere, Bending in worship and prayer, All shall as Savior adore Thee. Languages: English

God's little child, what troubles you!

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #94 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.4 Lyrics: God’s little child, what troubles you! Think of your Heavenly Father true. He will uphold you by His hand, None can His might and grace withstand. The Lord be praised! Shelter and food and counsel tried God for His children will provide. They shall not starve, nor homeless roam, Children may claim their Father’s home. The Lord be praised! Birds with a song toward heaven soar, Neither they reap nor lay in store, But where the hoarder dies from need, Gathers the little bird a seed. The Lord be praised! Clad are the flowers in raiment fair, Wondrous to see on deserts bare. Neither they spin nor weave nor sew Yet no king could such beauty show. The Lord be praised! Flowers that bloom at break of dawn Only to die when day is gone, How can they with the child compare That shall the Father’s glory share? The Lord be praised! God’s little child, do then fore’er Cast on the Lord your every care. Trust in His love, His grace and might Then shall His peace your soul delight. The Lord be praised! God will your every need allay Even tomorrow as yesterday, And when the sun for you goes down He will your soul with glory crown. The Lord be praised! Languages: English

God's word is our great heritage

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; Carl Doving Hymnal: HHD1945 #86 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7 Lyrics: God’s word is our great heritage, And shall be ours forever. To spread its light from age to age, Shall be our chief endeavor. Through life it guards our way, In death it is our stay. Lord, grant, while worlds endure, We keep its teachings pure Throughout all generations. Languages: English

Hail Thee, Savior and Atoner!

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #75 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.7 Lyrics: Hail Thee, Savior and Atoner! Though the world Thy name dishonor, Moved by love my heart proposes To adorn Thy cross with roses And to offer praise to Thee. O what moved Thee so to love us, When enthroned with God above us, That for us Thou all wouldst offer And in deep compassion suffer Even death that we might live. Love alone Thy heart was filling When to suffer Thou wert willing. Rather givest Thou than takest, Hence, O Savior, Thou forsakest All to die in sinner’s place. Ah, my heart in deep contrition Now perceives its true condition, Cold and barren like a mountain, How could I deserve the fountain Of Thy love, my Savior dear. Yet I know that from thy passion Flows a river of salvation Which can bid the mountain vanish, Which can sin and coldness banish, And restore my heart in Thee. Lord, with tears I pray Thee ever: Lead into my heart that river, Which with grace redeeming cleanses Heart and soul of all offences, Blotting out my guilt and shame. Lord, Thy life for sinners giving, Let in Thee me find my living So for Thee my heart is beating, All my thoughts in Thee are meeting, Finding there their light and joy. Though all earthly things I cherish Like the flowers may fade and perish, Thou, I know, wilt stand beside me; And from death and judgment hide me; Thou hast paid the wage of sin. Yes, my heart believes the wonder Of Thy cross, which ages ponder! Shield me, Lord, when foes assail me, Be my staff when life shall fail me; Take me to Thy Paradise. Languages: English

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