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So jemand spricht: Ich liebe Gott
Author: Christian Fürchtegott Gellert Appears in 53 hymnals First Line: So jemand spricht: "Ich liebe Gott" Topics: Glaube - Liebe - Hoffnung Nächsten-und Feindesliebe Used With Tune: [So jemand spricht: "Ich liebe Gott"]
So jemand spricht: Ich liebe Gott
O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills
Author: J. M. Neale Appears in 97 hymnals Used With Tune: LEIPSIC
O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills
Komm, Schöpfer, Geist, in unser Herz
Appears in 16 hymnals Used With Tune: [Komm, Schöpfer, Geist, in unser Herz]
Komm, Schöpfer, Geist, in unser Herz
O Thou true Life of all that live
Author: E. Caswall Appears in 32 hymnals Topics: Hours of the Day Evening Used With Tune: EISENACH
O Thou true Life of all that live
Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go
Author: Charles Wesley Appears in 346 hymnals Used With Tune: EISENACH
Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go
O Thou to whose all searching sight
Appears in 391 hymnals Used With Tune: EISENACH
O Thou to whose all searching sight
He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought
Author: Joseph H. Gilmore Appears in 1,281 hymnals Used With Tune: ELIZABETH
He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought
Steh, armes Kind! wo eilst du hin?
Appears in 43 hymnals Used With Tune: [Steh, armes Kind! wo eilst du hin?]
Steh, armes Kind! wo eilst du hin?
With tearful eyes I look around
Author: Charlotte Elliott Appears in 292 hymnals Used With Tune: Eisenach
With tearful eyes I look around
Oh, World! Behold Upon The Tree
Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Oh, world! behold upon the tree
Thy Life is hanging now for thee;
Thy Savior yields His dying breath;
The mighty Prince of glory now
For thee doth unresisting bow
To cruel stripes, to scorn and death.
2 Draw near, O world, and mark Him well;
Behold the drops of blood that tell
How sore His conflict with the foe:
And hark! how from that noble heart,
Sigh after sigh doth slowly start
From depths of yet unfathomed woe.
3 Alas! my Savior, who could dare
Bid Thee such bitter anguish bear,
What evil heart entreat Thee thus?
For Thou art good, hast wrongèd none,
As we and ours too oft have done,
Thou hast not sinned, dear Lord, like us.
4 I and my sins, that number more
Than yonder sands upon the shore,
Have brought to pass this agony.
’Tis I have caused the floods of woe
That now Thy dying soul o’erflow,
And those sad hearts that watch by Thee.
5 ’Tis I to whom these pains belong,
’Tis I should suffer for my wrong,
Bound hand and foot in heavy chains;
Thy scourge, Thy fetters, whatsoe’er
Thou bearest, ’tis my soul should bear,
For she hath well deserved such pains.
6 Yet Thou dost even for my sake
On Thee, in love, the burdens take
That weighed my spirit to the ground:
Yes, Thou art made a curse for me,
That I might yet be blest through Thee;
My healing in Thy wounds is found.
7 To save me from the monster’s power,
The Death that all things would devour,
Thyself into his jaws dost leap;
My death Thou takest thus away,
And buriest in Thy grave for aye,
O love most strangely true and deep!
8 From henceforth there is nought of mine
But I would seek to make it Thine,
Since all myself to Thee I owe.
Whate’er my utmost powers can do,
To Thee to render service true,
Here at Thy feet I lay it low.
9 Ah! little have I, Lord, to give,
So poor, so base the life I live,
But yet, till soul and body part,
This one thing I will do for Thee
The woe, the death endured for me,
I’ll cherish in my inmost heart.
10 Thy cross shall be before my sight,
My hope, my joy, by day and night,
Whate’er I do, where’er I rove;
And, gazing, I will gather thence
The form of spotless innocence,
The seal of faultless truth and love.
11 And from Thy sorrows will I learn
How fiercely doth God’s anger burn,
How terribly His thunders roll,
How sorely this our loving God
Can smite with His avenging rod,
How deep His floods o’erwhelm the soul.
12 And I will study to adorn
My heart with meekness under scorn,
With gentle patience in distress,
With faithful love, that yearning cleaves
To those o’er whom to death it grieves,
Whose sins its very soul oppress.
13 When evil tongues with stinging blame
Would cast dishonor on my name,
I’ll curb the passions that upstart;
And take injustice patiently,
And pardon, as Thou pardon’st me,
With an ungrudging generous heart.
14 And I will nail me to Thy cross,
And learn to count all things but dross:
Wherein the flesh doth pleasure take;
Whate’er is hateful in Thine eyes,
With all the strength that in me lies,
Will I cast from me and forsake.
15 Thy heavy groans, Thy bitter sighs,
The tears that from Thy dying eyes
Were shed when Thou wast sore oppressed,
Shall be with me, when at the last
Myself on Thee I wholly cast,
And enter with Thee into rest. Used With Tune: EISENACH Text Sources: Proxis Pietatis Melica by Johann Crüger, 1647; Tr.: Lyra Germanica, second series (London: Longman, Brown, Green, Longmans & Roberts,1858)
Oh, World! Behold Upon The Tree
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