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O Thou before whose presence

Author: S. J. Stone Appears in 68 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 O Thou before whose presence Naught evil may come in, Yet who dost look in mercy Down on this world of sin; Oh, give us noble purpose To set the sin-bound free, And Christ-like tender pity To seek the lost for Thee. 2 Fierce is our subtle foeman: The forces at his hand With woes that none can number, Despoil the pleasant land; All they who war against them, In strife so keen and long, Must in their Savior's armor Be stronger than the strong. 3 So hast Thou wrought among us The great things that we see: For things that are we thank Thee, And for the things to be. For bright hope is uplifting Faint hands and feeble knees, To strive beneath Thy blessing For greater things than these. 4 Lead on, O Love and Mercy, O Purity and Power, Lead on till peace eternal Shall close this battle-hour: Till all who prayed and struggled To set their brethren free, In triumph, meet to praise Thee, Most Holy Trinity. Used With Tune: [O Thou before whose presence]

Jeg gaar i Fare, hvor jeg gaar

Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Lent High Mass Lyrics: 1 Jeg gaar i Fare, hvor jeg gaar; Min Sjæl skal altid tænke, At Satan allevegne staar I Veien med sin Lænke; Hans skjulte Helved-Brand Mig let forvilde kan, Naar jeg ei paa min Skanse staar; Jeg gaar i Fare, hvor jeg gaar. 2 Jeg gaar i Trængsel, hvor jeg gaar; Mod Synden skal jeg stride, Om Gud med Korsets Ris mig slaar, Det skal jeg taalig lide, Tidt ingen Vei jeg ser, Hvor jeg kan vandre meer, Naar Modgangs Taage om mig staar; Jeg gaar i Trængel, hvor jeg gaar. 3 Jeg gaar til Døden, hvor jeg gaar, Og veed mig ikke sikker, Ei nogen Dag og Time, naar Han har mig alt i Strikker. Et lidet Aandefang Kan ende al min Gang, At jeg i Evigheden staar; Jeg gaar til Døden, hvor jeg gaar. 4 Jeg gaar blandt Engle, hvor jeg gaar; De skal mig vel bevare, Slet intet Satans Magt formaar I saadan Himmel-Skare. Bort Verdens Suk og Sorg! Jeg gaar i Engle-Borg, Traads nogen rører mig et Haar! Jeg gaar blandt Engle, hvor jeg gaar. 5 Jeg gaar med Jesu, hvor jeg gaar, Han har mig ved sin Side, Han skjuler mig med sine Saar. Og hjælper mig at stride, Hvor han sit Fodspor lod, Der setter jeg min Fod; Traads al den Deel, mig ilde spaar, Jeg gaar med Jesu, hvor jeg gaar. 6 Jeg gaar til Himlen, hvor jeg gaar; Frimodig da mit Hjerte! Kun did, hvor du en Ende faar Paa al din Synd og Smerte! Bort Verdens Lyst og Pragt, Til Himlen staar min Agt! Al Verdens Eie jeg forsmaar, Jeg gaar til Himlen, hvor jeg gaar.

A tow'r of strength our God is still!

Author: Dr. Martin Luther Appears in 9 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 A tow'r of strength our God is still! A mighty shield and weapon; He is our help from all the ill That hath us now o'ertaken. The old bitter foe Now means deadly woe: Deep guile and great might Are his dread arms in fight, On earth is not his equal. 2 With might of ours here naught is done, Our loss were soon effected: But for us fights the Valiant One, Who God Himself elected. Ask you: "Who is He?" Christ Jesus: here see Great Sabaoth's Lord! There is no other God: His is the field forever. 3 Though devils all the world should fill, All watching to devour us, We tremble not, we fear no ill, They cannot overpower us. This world's prince may still Scowl fierce as he will, He can harm us none, For he is judged—undone; One little Word o'erthrows him. 4 The Word of God they shall let stand And not a thank have for it, Here Christ Himself leads the command With His great gifts and Spirit; And take they our life, Goods, fame, child and wife, When their worst is done, They yet have nothing won; The kingdom ours remaineth. Used With Tune: EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT Text Sources: Tr. Composite, 1880

Precious Word from God in heaven

Author: Benjamin Schmolke; Rev. E. Cronenwett, D. D. Appears in 7 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Precious Word from God in heaven, Full of blessedness to me, All my trust to thee is given, And my springs all rise in thee; I in thee find all I need, That my soul to God can lead. 2 Gracious Spirit, Thou who showest In the Word the Father's heart, And all needful help bestowest, Light and sense to me impart, That I may the riches see Which God's Word here offers me. 3 In its solemn contemplation From vain cares let me be free, And in prayerful adoration Stay Thou all my thoughts on Thee, That the world may not annoy While I make Thy Word my joy. 4 What I read, help that I heed it, What Thou sayest, let me do; Strength to faith grant as I need it, And remind me still anew That the faith that counts above Is e'er active here in love. 5 Let thy grace sustain, protect me, That my ways ne'er from Thee part; Thy enlightening Word direct me; Seal this treasure in my heart, That my faith may steadfast prove, Till I walk by sight above. Used With Tune: REGENT SQUARE

All hail the power of Jesus' Name!

Author: Edward Perronet Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3,521 hymnals Topics: Praise to Christ; Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity; Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity; Sundays in Lent; Lent, Third Sunday; Lent, Sixth Sunday; Passion Week Lyrics: 1 All hail the power of Jesus' Name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all. 3 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, Whom David Lord did call; The God incarnate, Man divine: And crown Him Lord of all. 4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at His feet And crown Him Lord of all. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all. 6 O that with yonder sacred throng We at His feet may fall; We'll join the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all. Used With Tune: CORONATION

Jesus, Savior, come to me!

Author: Johann Scheffler (Angelus Silesius); Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Appears in 14 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Savior! come to me, Let me ever be with Thee; Come, and nevermore depart, Thou who reignest in my heart. 2 Ever do I for Thee sigh, Nothing else can satisfy. Ever do I cry to Thee: Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 3 Earthly joys can give no peace, Ne'er can bid my longing cease; Still to have my Jesus near, This is all my pleasure here. 4 All that makes the angels glad, In their garb of glory clad, Only fills me with distress If Thy presence does not bless. 5 Take Thou all away from me, I shall still thus minded be, Thou who madest me Thine own Shalt be all my joy alone. 6 None shall claim my heart beside, None but Jesus crucified; Savior, I am only Thine, Other love shall ne'er be mine. 7 Thou alone, my God and Lord, Art my glory and reward; Thou hast bled for me and died, I will be no other's bride. 8 Come, then, Lamb for sinners slain, Come and ease me of my pain; Evermore I cry to Thee: Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 9 Patiently I wait and pray; Jesus do not say me nay; That when death shall come to me, Thou my Jesus sweet wilt be. Used With Tune: HOLLEY

Thou art the way; to Thee alone

Author: George Washington Doane Appears in 616 hymnals Topics: The Catechism The Redeemer; Fourth Sunday in Lent; Third Sunday of Advent; Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity; Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity; Twenty First Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou art the way: to Thee alone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek Must seek Him, Lord, thro' Thee. 2 Thou art the truth: Thy Word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst instruct the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the life: the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conqu'ring arm; And those who put their trust in Thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life; Grant us to know that way, That truth to keep, that life to win, Which lead to endless day. Used With Tune: DUNDEE

Jesus, priceless Treasure

Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth Appears in 136 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Jesus, priceless Treasure, Source of purest pleasure, Truest friend to me. O how long I've panted, And my heart hath fainted, Thirsting, Lord, for Thee! Thine I am, Thou spotless Lamb, I will suffer nought to hide Thee, Nought I ask beside Thee. 2 In Thine arms I rest me; Foes who would molest me Cannot reach me here; Though the earth be shaking, Every heart be quaking, Jesus calms my fear; Sin and hell, in conflict fell, With their bitter storms assail me, Jesus will not fail me. 3 Satan, lo! I brave thee, Hell, thou shalt not have me, Fear I cast away! Tread, O world, thy mazes, I shall sing my praises Safe, serene alway. Jesus' arm keeps me from harm; Earth and hell o'ercome must hide them, Howsoe'er they pride them. 4 Wealth, I will not heed thee, For I do not need thee, Jesus is my choice; Honors, ye may glisten, But I will not listen To your tempting voice; Pain or loss, nor shame nor cross, E'er to leave my Lord shall move me, Since He deigns to love me. 5 Farewell, thou who choosest Earth, and heaven refusest, Thou wilt tempt in vain; Farewell, sins, nor blind me, Get ye all behind me, Come not forth again: Past your hour, O pride and power; Worldly life, thy bonds I sever, Farewell now forever! 6 Hence, all fears and sadness, For the Lord of gladness, Jesus, enters in: They who love the Father, Though the storms may gather, Still have peace within; Yea, whate'er I here must bear, Still in Thee lies purest pleasure, Jesus, priceless treasure! Used With Tune: FREYBERG (Jesu, meine Freude)

Vær i Korset tro og stille

Author: Benj. Prætorius; Brorson Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Lent; Third Sunday in Lent; Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Vær i Korset tro og stille, Tænk, hvad Jesus for dig led, Lad dig ingen Jammer skille Fra hans store Kjærlighed! Tænk, hvor mangen Vei han gik, Før han dig tilbage fik! Da fra ham du vendte Hjertet, Om det ikke ham har smertet! 2 Vær dog tro i Troens Stride, Uforandret, uforsagt, (Fast paa Jesus kan du lide) At du fra den visse Pagt, Som du har i Daaben gjort, Aldrig, aldrig viger bort, Men arbeider alle Dage Til din Jesus at behage! 3 Vær dog tro i Kjærligheden Til din Gud af ganske Sjæl, Elsk din Næste og isteden For hans Brede und han vel! Tænk, hvor Jesus bad for dem, Som ham pinte hvert et Lem! Tænk, Gud vil din synd tilgive! Saadan maa du ogsaa blive. 4 Vær dog tro i Haab at vinde! Kon du ingen Udgang se, Gud kan snart et Middel finde Til at ende al din Ve. Haab kun stadig, Gud er her, Som dig har af Hjertet kjær, Haab, at Gud din Sag vil fremme, Haabet skal dig ei beskjæmme! 5 Vær dog tro i Dødsens Dale, Det er dog den sidste Strid, Det er dog saa kort en Dvale, Og saa stor en Seiers Tid! Hvo med Gud i Kampen gaar, Og med Jakob mandig staar, Han er evig Seier vinder, Og den Livsens Krone finder. 6 Vær dag tro til sidste Ende, Før til Seier hver en Kamp, Lad det bide, lad det brænde, Koste blodig Sved og Damp; Al vor Trængsel er dog her Ikke Herligheden værd, Som dig Jesus hisset giver, Naar du hans Medarving bliver. 7 I Guds Navn saa vil jeg lide, Elske, tro og haabe fast, Jesus hjælper mig at stride, Aldrig har han den forkast', Som i Korset stødig stod, Og paa ham sig fast forlod; Ham vil jeg mig overgive, Han skal al min Nød fordrive.

Din Synd den gjør dig blind og lam

Author: Mikkel (Nilssøn); Hans Thomissøn Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Din Synd den gjor dig blind og lam Ter dig Guds Vrede, Verdens Skam Og beske Helveds Pine, Den smager sød udi din Mund, Ved den gaar du til Helveds Grund, Saa lærer Herren Sine. 2 Den røver fra dig Smaat og Stort, Hvad Jesus Kristi for dig har gjort, Al Aandens Naadegave, Den gjør dig arm og ussel, saa At du kan ei Guds Naade faa, Den heltop dig vil have. 3 Den drager dig til Helved ned, Hvor ynker Sjælen sig derved! Men det kan intet baade, Du maa alt bort, om du ei vil, Din Synd har lukket Himlen til, Og skilt dig ved Guds Naade. 4 Din Synd fortryd af Hjertens Grund, Og ei med falske Ord i Mund, Som Hyklere det gjøre, Bekjend din Synd med Suk og Graad, Af Gud da faar du Trøst og Raad, Din Røst vil han da høre. 6 For Synden gjorde Jesus Bod; Tro det, saa bliver Gud dig god! Gjør siden du dit Bedste, Bevis dein Tro i allen Stund Med Kjærligheden mangelund Imod din Gud og Næste!