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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
A babe is born in Bethlehem
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
Arise, all things that God hath made
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
As wide as the skies is Thy mercy, O God
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
Be welcome again, God's angels bright
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
Behold the mighty, whiterobed band
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
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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
Blessed were the eyes that truly
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
Built on a rock the church of God
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
Christians, who with sorrow
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
Christmas with gladness sounds
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
Come, Zion, and sing to the Father above
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,
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Whom but faith can comprehend!
In Thy love my soul reposes;
Heaven’s portal never closes
Till before Thy throne we stand.
Languages: English
Day is breaking, night is ended
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
Deep and precious
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
Dost thou know the living fountain
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
Ever trouble walks beside me
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 beyond telling
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
Fair is creation
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
Founded our Lord has upon earth a realm of the Spirit
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 little child, what troubles you!
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
God's word is our great heritage
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
Hail Thee, Savior and Atoner!
Hallowed Church Bell, not for wordly centers
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #103 (1945) Meter: 10.9.10.9 Lyrics:
Hallowed Church Bell, not for worldly centers
Wast thou made, but for the village small
Where thy voice, as home and hearth it enters,
Blends with lullabies at evenfall.
When a child and in the country dwelling,
Christmas morning was my heaven on earth,
And thy chimes, like angel voices swelling,
Told with joy of my Redeemer’s birth.
Louder still thy joyful chimes resounded,
When on wings of early morning borne,
They proclaimed: Awake with joy unbounded,
Christ arose this blessed Easter morn.
Sweeter even were thy tolls when blending
With the calm of summer eventide
And, as though from heaven above descending,
Bid me cast all grief and care aside.
Hence when now the day is softly ending,
Shadows fall and birds ascend their nest,
Like the flowers my head in silence bending,
I am chanting with my soul at rest:
When at last, O Church Bell, thou art tolling
O’er my grave while loved grieve and sigh,
Say to them, their troubled heart consoling,
He is resting with his Lord on high.
Languages: English
Hallowed Church Bell, not for wordly centers
Hast to the plow thou put thy hand
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; Jens C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #93 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics:
Hast to the plow thou put thy hand
Let not thy spirit waver,
Heed not the world’s allurements grand,
Nor pause for Sodom’s favor.
But plow thy furrow, sow the seed,
Though tares and thorns thy work impede;
For they, who sow with weeping,
With joy shall soon be reaping.
But should at times thy courage fail—
For all may fail and falter—
Let not the tempting world prevail
On thee thy course to alter.
Each moment lost in faint retreat
May bring disaster and defeat.
If foes bid thee defiance,
On God be thy reliance.
If steadfast in the race we keep,
Our course is soon completed.
And death itself is but a sleep,
Its dreaded might defeated.
But those who conquer in the strife
Obtain the victor’s crown of life
And shall in constant gladness
Forget these days of sadness.
Languages: English
Hast to the plow thou put thy hand
Here come Thy little ones, O Lord
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #43 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Here come Thy little ones, O Lord,
To Thee in Bethlehem adored.
Enlighten now our heart and mind
That we the way to Thee may find.
We hasten with a song to greet
And kneel before Thee at Thy feet.
O blessed hour, O sacred night,
When Thou wert born, our soul’s Delight!
Be welcome from Thy heavenly home
Unto this vale of tears and gloom,
Where man to Thee no honor gave
But stable, manger, cross and grave.
But Jesus, oh! how can it be
That but so few will think of Thee
And of that tender, wondrous love
Which drew Thee to us from above?
O draw us little children near
To Thee, our Friend and Brother dear,
That each of us so heartily
In faith and love may cling to Thee.
Let not the world lead us astray
That we our Christian faith betray,
But grant that all our longings be
Directed always unto Thee.
Then shall the happy day once come
When we shall gather in Thy home
And join the angels’ joyful throng
In praising Thee with triumph song.
We gather now about Thee close
Like leaves around the budding rose,
O grant us, Savior, that we may
Thus cluster round Thy throne for aye.
Languages: English
Here come Thy little ones, O Lord
Holy Ghost, our Interceder
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #80 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics:
Holy Ghost, our Interceder,
Blessed Comforter and Pleader
With the Lord for all we need,
Deign to hold with us communion
That with Thee in blessed union
We may in our life succeed.
Heavenly Counsellor and Teacher,
Make us through Thy guidance richer
In the grace our Lord hath won.
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Blest Partaker of God’s fullness,
Make us all, despite our dullness,
Wiser e’en than Solomon.
Helper of the helpless, harken
To our pleas when shadows darken;
Shield us from the beasts of prey.
Rouse the careless, help the weary,
Bow the prideful, cheer the dreary,
Be our guest each passing day.
Comforter, whose comfort lightens
Every cross that scars and frightens,
Succor us from guilt and shame.
Warm our heart, inspire our vision,
Add Thy voice to our petition
As we pray in Jesus’ name.
Languages: English
Holy Ghost, our Interceder
Holy Spirit, come with light
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #78 (1945) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.6 Lyrics:
Holy Spirit, come with light,
Break the dark and gloomy night
With Thy day unending.
Help us with a joyful lay
Greet the Lord’s triumphant day
Now with might ascending.
Comforter so wondrous kind,
Noble guest of heart and mind
Fix in us Thy dwelling.
Give us peace in storm and strife,
Fill each troubled heart and life
With Thy joy excelling.
Make salvation clear to us,
Who despite our sin and dross
Would exalt the Spirit.
For without Thine aid and love
All our life and work must prove
Vain and without merit.
Raise or bow us with Thine arm,
Break temptation’s evil charm,
Clear our clouded vision.
Fill our hearts with longing new,
Cleanse us with Thy morning dew,
Tears of deep contrition.
Blessed Fount of life and breath,
Let our hope in view of death
Blossom bright and vernal;
And above the silent tomb
Let the Easter lilies bloom,
Signs of life eternal.
Languages: English
Holy Spirit, come with light
I walk in danger everywhere
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764 ; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #61 (1945) Meter: 8.7.6.6.8.8 D Lyrics:
I walk in danger everywhere,
The thought must never leave me,
That Satan watches to ensnare
And with his guile deceive me.
His cunning pitfalls may
Make me an easy prey
Unless I guard myself with care;
I walk in danger everywhere.
I walk through trials everywhere;
The world no help can offer.
The burdens I am called to bear
I must with patience suffer;
Though often I discern
No place where I may turn
When clouds surround me far and near;
Death walks beside me everywhere.
Death walks besides me everywhere;
Its shadows oft appall me.
I know not when the hour is here
When God from earth shall call me.
A moment’s failing breath,
And I am cold in death,
Faced with eternity fore’er;
Death walks besides me everywhere.
I walk ’mongst angels everywhere;
They are my sure defenders;
The hordes of hell in vain prepare
Against such strong contenders.
All doubts and fears must flee,
With angels guarding me;
No foe can harm me in their care;
I walk ’mongst angels everywhere.
I walk with Jesus everywhere;
His goodness never fails me.
I rest beneath His shielding care
When trouble sore assails me.
And by His footsteps led,
My path I safely tread.
Despite all ills my foes prepare:
I walk with Jesus everywhere.
I walk to heaven everywhere,
Preparing for the morrow
When God shall hear my anxious prayer
And banish all my sorrow.
Be quiet then, my soul,
Press onward to thy goal.
All carnal pleasures thou forswear,
And walk to heaven everywhere.
Languages: English
I walk in danger everywhere
Jesus, name of wondrous grace
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #48 (1945) Meter: 7.8.8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics:
Jesus, name of wondrous grace,
Fount of mercy and salvation,
First fruit of the new creation,
Weary sinners’ resting place,
Banner of the faith victorious,
Anchor of our hope and love,
Guide us in Thy footsteps glorious,
Bear us to Thy home above.
Languages: English
Jesus, name of wondrous grace
Jesus, the name without compare
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #72 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Jesus, the name without compare;
Honored on earth and in heaven,
Wherein the Father’s love and care
Are to His children now given.
Saviour of all that saved would be,
Fount of salvation full and free
Is the Lord Jesus forever.
Jesus, the name alone on earth
For our salvation afforded.
So on His cross of precious worth
Is in His blood it recorded.
Only in that our prayers are heard,
Only in that when hearts are stirred
Doth now the Spirit us comfort.
Jesus, the name above the sky
Wherein, when seasons are ended,
Peoples shall come to God on high,
And every knee shall be bended,
While all the saved in sweet accord
Chorus the praise of Christ, the Lord,
Savior beloved by the Father.
Languages: English
Jesus, the name without compare
Lift up thy head, O Christendom!
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #77 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics:
Lift up thy head, O Christendom!
Behold above the blessed home
For which thy heart is yearning.
There dwells the Lord, thy soul’s delight,
Who soon with power and glory bright
Is for His bride returning.
And when in every land and clime,
All shall behold His signs sublime,
The guilty world appalling,
Then shalt with joy thou lift thine eyes
And see Him coming in the skies,
While suns and stars are falling.
While for His coming thou dost yearn,
Forget not why His last return
The Savior is delaying,
And ask Him not before His hour
To shake the heavens with His power,
Nor judge the lost and straying.
O saints of God, for Sodom pray
Until your prayers no more can stay
The judgment day impending.
Then cries the Lord: “Behold, I come!”
And ye shall answer: “To Thy home
We are with joy ascending!”
Then loud and clear the trumpet calls,
The dead awake, death’s kingdom falls,
And God’s elect assemble.
The Lord ascends the judgment throne,
And calls His ransomed for His own,
While hearts in gladness tremble.
Languages: English
Lift up thy head, O Christendom!
Like dew upon the meadow
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #100 (1945) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.6.6 Lyrics:
Like dew upon the meadow
So falls the word of life
On Christians in the shadow
Of mortal’s final strife.
The first fruit of its blessing
Is balm for fears distressing,
So gone is like a breath
The bitterness of death.
Like sun, when night is falling,
Sets stilly in the west
While birds are softly calling
Each other from their nest,
So when its brief day closes
That soul in peace reposes
Which knows that Christ the Lord
Is with it in His word.
And as we shiver slightly
An early summer morn
When blushing heavens brightly
Announce a day new-born,
So moves the soul immortal
With calmness through death’s portal
That through its final strife
Beholds the Light of Life.
Languages: English
Like dew upon the meadow
Like the golden sun ascending
Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #26 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics:
Like the golden sun ascending
In the darkly clouded sky
And on earth its glory spending
Until clouds and darkness fly,
So my Jesus from the grave,
From death’s dark, abysmal cave,
Rose triumphant Easter morning,
Brighter than the sun returning.
Thanks, O thanks, to Thee arisen
Lord and God Immanuel,
That the foe could not imprison
Thee within his hell-dark cell.
Thanks that Thou didst meet our foe
And his kingdom overthrow.
Jubilant my spirit raises
New Thy never ending praises.
Sin and death and every arrow
Satan hence may point at me
Fall now broken at the narrow
Tomb that saw Thy victory;
There Thou didst them all destroy
Giving me the cup of joy
That Thou glorious resurrection
Wrought my pardon and protection.
Thou wilt hence to life awake me
By Thy resurrection power;
Death may wound and overtake me,
Worms my flesh and bones devour,
But I face the threat of death
With the sure and joyful faith
That its fearful reign was ended
When Thy might its portal rended.
Blessed Jesus, let the Spirit
So imbue my heart with grace
That I walk by Thy blest merit
And no more the way retrace
To the vile and miry pit
Where I lay condemned, unfit,
Till redeemed to life victorious
By Thy resurrection glorious.
Languages: English
Like the golden sun ascending
Lord Jesus Christ, My Savior blest
Author: Hans Chrestensen Sthen; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #5 (1945) Meter: 4.4.7.4.4.4.7 Lyrics:
Lord Jesus Christ,
My Savior blest,
My refuge and salvation,
I trust in Thee,
Abide with me,
Thy word shall be
My shield and consolation.
I will confide,
Whate’er betide,
In Thy compassion tender.
When grief and stress
My heart oppress,
Thou wilt redress
And constant solace render.
When grief befalls
And woe appalls
Thy loving care enfolds me.
I have no fear
When Thou art near,
My Savior dear;
Thy saving hand upholds me.
Lord, I will be
Alway with Thee
Wherever Thou wilt have me.
Do Thou control
My heart and soul
And make me whole;
Thy grace alone can save me.
Yea, help us, Lord,
With one accord
To love and serve Thee solely,
That henceforth we
May dwell with Thee
Most happily
And see Thy presence holy.
Languages: English
Lord Jesus Christ, My Savior blest
Lord Jesus Christ receive me now
Author: Thomas Kingo; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #28 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
Lord Jesus Christ receive me now
As with a heart contrite I bow
Before Thine altar, blessed Lamb,
Who bore my sorrow, sin and shame.
I am today my Saviour’s guest.
Bethink, my soul, the honor blest,
That He, Thy Lord, will sup with thee
And will Himself Thy nurture be.
He offers to thee with the bread
His body riven for thy aid,
And with the wine His precious blood,
The price of thy eternal good.
How this can be, I cannot tell;
He did not on the mystery dwell;
No mind the secret can perceive,
It is enough that I believe.
Rejoice, then, O my soul today
That God’s appointed servant may
Now offer thee the gift so free
Through which thy Lord unites with thee.
O Lord, I offer Thee my soul
To nourish, strengthen and make whole.
Uphold me by Thy means of grace
Until I see Thee face to face.
Languages: English
Lord Jesus Christ receive me now
Love from God our Lord
Author: J. C. Aaberg; J. Schjorring Hymnal: HHD1945 #112 (1945) Meter: 5.5.7.5.5.7 Lyrics:
Love from God our Lord,
Has forever poured
Like a fountain pure and clear.
In its quiet source,
In its silent course
Doth the precious pearl appear.
Love from God our Lord,
Comes with sweet accord,
Like a pure and lovely bride.
Dwell within my heart,
Peace from God impart,
Heaven doth with Thee abide.
Love from God our Lord,
Has to man restored
Life and peace from heaven above.
Who in love remains,
Peace from God obtains;
God Himself is ever love.
Languages: English
Love from God our Lord
Love, the fount of light from heaven
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; Carl Doving Hymnal: HHD1945 #95 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics:
Love, the fount of light from heaven,
Is the root and source of life;
Therefore God’s decrees are given
With His lovingkindness rife.
As our Savior blest declareth
And the Spirit witness beareth,
As we in God’s service prove;
God is light and God is love.
Love, the crown of life eternal,
Love the brightness is of light;
Therefore on His throne supernal
Jesus sits in glory bright.
He the Light and Life of heaven,
Who Himself for us hath given,
Still abides and reigns above
In His Father’s boundless love.
Love, alone the law fulfilling,
Is the bond of perfectness;
Love, who came, a victim willing,
Wrought our peace and righteousness.
Therefore love and peace in union
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Ever work in sweet communion
That through love we may abide
One with Him who for us died.
Languages: English
Love, the fount of light from heaven
Most wonderful of all things is
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #83 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics:
Most wonderful of all things is
The kingdom Jesus founded.
Its glory, treasure, peace and bliss
No tongue has fully sounded.
Invisible as mind and soul,
And yet of light the fountain,
It sheds its light from pole to pole
Like beacons from a mountain.
Its secret is the word of God,
Which works what it proposes,
Which lowers mountains high and broad
And clothes the wastes with roses.
Though foes against the kingdom rage
With hatred and derision,
God spreads its reign from age to age,
And brings it to fruition.
Its glory rises like a morn
When waves at sunrise glitter,
Or as in June the golden corn
While birds above it twitter.
It is the glory of the King
Who bore affliction solely
That he the crown of life might bring
To sinners poor and lowly.
And when His advent comes to pass,
The Christian’s strife is ended,
What now we see as in a glass
Shall then be comprehended.
Then shall the kingdom bright appear
In glory true and vernal,
And usher in the golden year
Of peace and joy eternal.
Languages: English
Most wonderful of all things is
My heart remains in wonder
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #39 (1945) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics:
My heart remains in wonder
Before that lowly bed
Within the stable yonder
Where Christ, my Lord, was laid.
My faith finds there its treasure,
My soul its pure delight,
Its joy beyond all measure,
The Lord of Christmas night.
But Oh! my heart is riven
With grief and sore dismay
To see the Lord of heaven
Must rest on straw and hay,
That He whom angels offer
Their worship and acclaim
From sinful man must suffer
Such scorn, neglect and shame.
Why should not castles royal
Before Him open stand,
And kings, as servants loyal,
Obey His least command?
Why came He not in splendor
Arrayed in robes of light
And called the world to render
Its homage to His might?
The sparrow finds a gable
Where it may build its nest,
The oxen know a stable
For shelter, food and rest;
Must then my Lord and Savior
A homeless stranger be,
Denied the simplest favor
His lowly creatures see.
O come, my Lord, I pray Thee,
And be my honored guest.
I will in love array Thee
A home within my breast.
It cannot be a stranger
To Thee, who made it free.
Thou shalt find there a manger
Warmed by my love to Thee.
Languages: English
My heart remains in wonder
Now found is the fairest of roses
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #42 (1945) Meter: 9.9.9.9 Lyrics:
Now found is the fairest of roses,
Midst briars it sweetly reposes.
My Jesus, unsullied and holy,
Abode among sinners most lowly.
Since man his Creator deserted,
And wholly His image perverted,
The world like a desert was lying,
And all in transgressions were dying.
But God, as His promises granted,
A rose in the desert hath planted,
Which now with its sweetness endoweth
The race that in sinfulness groweth.
All people should now with sweet savor
Give praise unto God for His favor;
But many have ne’er comprehended
The rose to the world hath descended.
Ye sinners as vile in behavior
As thorns in the crown of the Savior,
Why are ye so prideful in spirit,
Content with your self-righteous merit?
O seek ye the places more lowly,
And weep before Jesus, the Holy,
Then come ye His likeness the nearest;
The rose in the valley grows fairest.
My Jesus, Thou ever remainest
My wonderful rose who sustainest
My heart in the fullness of pleasure;
Thy sweetness alone I will treasure.
The world may of all things bereave me,
Its thorns may assail and aggrieve me,
The foe may great anguish engender:
My rose I will never surrender.
Languages: English
Now found is the fairest of roses
O dearest Lord, receive from me
Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #29 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics:
O dearest Lord, receive from me
The heartfelt thanks I offer Thee,
Who through Thy body and Thy blood
Hast wrought my soul’s eternal good.
Break forth, my soul, in joy and praise;
What wealth is mine this day of days!
My Jesus dwells within my soul;
Let every tongue His grace extol.
Languages: English
O dearest Lord, receive from me
O Holy Ghost, my spirit
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #62 (1945) Meter: 7.6.4.4.7.6 Lyrics:
O Holy Ghost, my spirit
With yearning longs to see
Jerusalem
That precious gem,
Where I shall soon inherit
The home prepared for me.
But O the stormy waters!
How shall I find my way
Mid hidden shoals,
Where darkness rolls,
And join thy sons and daughters
Who dwell in thee for aye.
Lord, strengthen my assurance
Of dwelling soon with Thee,
That I may brave
The threatening wave
With firm and calm endurance;
Thyself my pilot be.
Languages: English
O Holy Ghost, my spirit
O let Thy spirit with us tarry
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #87 (1945) Meter: 9.8.9.8 Lyrics:
O let Thy spirit with us tarry,
Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,
So that the babes we to Thee carry
May be unto Thy death baptized.
Lord, after Thee we humbly name them,
O let them in Thy name arise!
If they should stumble, Lord, reclaim them,
That they may reach Thy paradise.
If long their course, let them not falter.
Give to Thine aged servants rest.
If short their race, let by Thine altar
Them like the swallows find a rest.
Upon their heart, Thy name be written,
And theirs within Thine own right hand,
That even when by trials smitten,
They in Thy covenant firm may stand.
Thine angels sing for children sleeping,
May they still sing when death draws nigh.
Both cross and crown are in Thy keeping.
Lord, lead us all to Thee on high.
Languages: English
O let Thy spirit with us tarry
O Lord, my heart is turning
Author: Hans Chrestensen Sthen; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #4 (1945) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Lyrics:
O Lord, my heart is turning
To Thee with ceaseless yearning
And praying for Thy grace.
Thou art my sole reliance
Against my foes’ defiance;
Be Thou my stay in every place.
I offer a confession
Of my severe transgression;
In me is nothing good.
But, Lord, Thou wilt not leave me
And, like the world, deceive me;
Thou hast redeemed me with Thy blood.
Blest Lord of Life most holy,
Thou wilt the sinner lowly
Not leave in sin and death;
Thine anger wilt not sever
The child from Thee forever
That pleads with Thee for life and breath.
O Holy Spirit, guide me!
With wisdom true provide me;
Help me my cross to bear.
Uphold me in my calling
And, when the night is falling,
Grant me Thy heavenly home to share.
Languages: English
O Lord, my heart is turning
O Thou blest Immanuel!
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #49 (1945) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Lyrics:
O Thou blest Immanuel!
What exceeding joy from heaven
Hast Thou caused in me to dwell
By Thy life for sinners given.
Thou hast broke the bands at last
Which my yearning soul held fast.
In Thine arms I find relief,
Soon Thy home I shall inherit,
Sin and sorrow, death and grief
Nevermore shall vex my spirit.
For Thy word confirms the pledge
Of my lasting heritage.
Lord, my praise ascends to Thee
For these days of joy and sorrow;
They shall end in jubilee
On that blest eternal morrow
When the Sun of Paradise
Shall for me in splendor rise.
Rise in joyful faith, my soul!
Banish all thy grief and sadness.
Strong the stream of life shall roll
Through my heart with constant gladness.
Jesus, Who mine anguish bore,
Be now praised for evermore.
Languages: English
O Thou blest Immanuel!
Over Kedron Jesus passes
Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #30 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics:
Over Kedron Jesus passes
Ready for His passion day,
While the Prince of Darkness masses
All his legions for the fray.
Wily foes with evil hearts
Bend their bows and point their darts,
Aiming at the Savior solely,
As the world forsakes Him wholly.
David once in great affliction
Crossed the Kedron’s narrow stream,
While his foes without restriction
Hatched their vile and cunning scheme.
Darker far the shadows now
Bend about the Savior’s brow
As He hastens to His passion
For the sinful world’s salvation.
See Him, torn by woe appalling,
Kneeling in the garden still,
And upon His Father calling
That, if possible, He will
Take the bitter cup away.
But how meekly He doth pray!
What the Father shall Him offer,
He obediently will suffer.
See, what agony assails Him
In that dark and fearful hour;
Every friend deserts or fails Him;
Satan strikes with all his power;
And the flowers beneath Him grow
Crimson with the purple flow
From His anguished frame distilling
As His cup of woe is filling.
But, O flower, whose tender blossom
Caught that precious, purple dew
From the Saviour’s riven bosom,
In a blessed hour you grew!
Eden’s flowers did not bear
Fruits that could with yours compare:
By the blood your petals staining,
I am now salvation gaining.
When I like the flower must wither,
When I wilt and fade like grass,
When the hour of death draws hither,
When I from this world shall pass,
When my heart has ceased to beat
When I face God’s judgment seat,
Then His blood, which stained the garden,
Shall procure my lasting pardon.
Languages: English
Over Kedron Jesus passes
Peace to soothe our bitter woes
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; Carl Doving, 1867- Hymnal: HHD1945 #96 (1945) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics:
Peace to soothe our bitter woes
God in Christ on us bestows;
Jesus wrought our peace with God
Through His holy, precious blood;
Peace in Him for sinners found
Is the Gospel’s joyful sound.
Peace to us the church doth tell.
’Tis her welcome and farewell.
Peace was our baptismal dower;
Peace shall bless our dying hour.
Peace be with you full and free
Now and in eternity.
Languages: English
Peace to soothe our bitter woes
Print Thine image pure and holy
Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #33 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics:
Print Thine image pure and holy
On my heart, O Lord of Grace;
So that nothing high nor lowly
Thy blest likeness can efface.
Let the clear inscription be:
Jesus, crucified for me,
And the Lord of all creation,
Is my refuge and salvation.
Languages: English
Print Thine image pure and holy
Savior, whither should we go
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #88 (1945) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics:
Savior, whither should we go
From the truest friend we know,
From the Son of God above,
From the Fount of saving love,
Who in all this world of strife
Hath alone the word of life.
No, I dare not turn from Thee,
Though Thy word oft chasten me,
For throughout this world, O Lord,
Death is still the cruel word.
Whoso saves the soul from death
Brings redemption, life and breath.
“Eat my flesh and drink my blood.”
Saith our Lord, so kind and good.
“Whoso takes the bread and wine,
Shall receive my life divine,
Be redeemed from all his foes
And arise as I arose.”
Hear Him then, my heart distressed,
Beating anxious in my breast.
Take Thy Savior at His word,
Meet Him at His altar-board,
Eat His body, drink His blood,
And obtain eternal good.
Languages: English
Savior, whither should we go
Softly now the day is ending
Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #16 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics:
Softly now the day is ending,
Night o’er hill and vale descending,
I will kneel before Thee, Lord.
Unto Thee my thanks I render
That Thou didst in mercy tender
Life and peace to me accord.
May Thy church Thy peace inherit,
Guide our leaders by Thy spirit,
Grant our country strength and peace.
To the straying, sad and dreary,
To each Christian faint or weary
Grant Thou solace and surcease.
Keep me, Jesus, while I slumber!
From my perils without number,
Shield me, Master, in Thy might,
That, released from sin and sorrow,
I may sing this song tomorrow:
Jesus was my Sun this night.
Languages: English
Softly now the day is ending
Splendid are the heavens high
Author: Nikola Frederik Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #65 (1945) Meter: 7.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics:
Splendid are the heavens high,
Beautiful the radiant sky,
Where the golden stars are shining,
And their rays, to earth inclining,
-: Beckon us to heaven above :-
It was on a Christmas night,
Darkness veiled the starry height;
But at once the heavens hoary
Beamed with radiant light and glory,
-: Coming from a wondrous star :-
When this star so bright and clear
Should illume the midnight drear,
Then, according to tradition,
Should a king of matchless vision
-: Unto earth from heaven descend :-
Sages from the East afar
When they saw this wondrous star,
Went to worship and adore Him
And to lay their gifts before Him
-: Who was born that midnight hour :-
Him they found in Bethlehem
Without crown or diadem,
They but saw a maiden lowly
With an infant pure and holy
-: Resting in her loving arms :-
Guided by the star they found
Him whose praise the ages sound.
We have still a star to guide us
Whose unsullied rays provide us
-: With the light to find our Lord :-
And this star so fair and bright
Which will ever lead aright,
Is God’s word, divine and holy,
Guiding all His children lowly
-: Unto Christ, our Lord and King :-
Languages: English
Splendid are the heavens high
Stand fast, my soul, stand fast
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764 ; P. C. Paulsen Hymnal: HHD1945 #59 (1945) Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.6.5 Lyrics:
Stand fast, my soul, stand fast
In Christ, thy Saviour!
Lose not the war at last
By faint behaviour.
It is of no avail
That thou hast known Him
If when thy foes assail,
Thou shalt His banner fail,
And thus disown Him.
To brandish high thy sword,
With calm assurance,
And face the devil’s horde
With brave endurance,
Is meet and well begun,
And merits praising.
But from the strife to run,
When blows thy courage stun,
Is most disgracing.
Let Satan rave and rage
By hosts attended,
The war for Christ I wage
Until it’s ended.
When leaning on His arm
With firm reliance,
I need not take alarm,
To me can come no harm
From Hell’s defiance.
When Jesus’ love I see,
It me constraineth,
So that from carnal glee
My soul abstaineth.
When heaven to me is dear,
Its joys attractive,
Of hell I have no fear,
For Christ, my Lord, is near,
In battle active.
In just a little while
The strife is ended,
And I from Satan’s guile
For aye defended.
Then I, where all is well,
In heaven’s glory,
Among the saints shall dwell,
And with rejoicing tell
Salvation’s story.
Languages: English
Stand fast, my soul, stand fast
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