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Twej opiece poruczamy
Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Twej opiece poruczamy,
Boże, dziatek naszych los.
O twą pomoc Cię błagamy,
wpój w ich umysł prawdy głos.
Chrystus ich zbawieniem jest,
poświęcone Mu przez chrzest,
niechże w łasce Jego trwają
i lepszymi wciąż się stają.
2 Tyś je od nieszczęścia bronił,
Tyś ich ojcem dotąd był;
życieś ich od złego chronił,
Tyś im dodał zdrowia, sił.
Niech i nadal dobroć Twa
w swojej je opiece ma,
gdyby niebezpieczeństw siła
lub niedola im groziła.
3 Gdyby na nich czyhać miała
zgubnych namiętności moc,
gdyby ich też otaczała
błędu i zdrożności noc,
wedy świeć im światłem swym,
aby nie wzrastał w złym,
by się grzechem nie kalały,
ale w cnocie zawsze trwały.
4 Daj, o Boże, niech słuchają
chętnie Twej nauki słów;
niech he szczerze wypełniają,
strzegąc się występnych mów.
Panie, Ty im stróżem bądź,
wolą swą ich myśli rządź,
by dla chwały Twojej żyły,
przez to zaś szczęśliwe były.
5 Sprawże nam tę radość, Panie,
kiedy zniósłszy ziemski znój,
każdy z nas przed Tobą stanie,
by mógł wyrzec: Boże mój,
oto wszystkie dzieci me
stawiam przed oblicze Twe,
żadne z nich nie zaginione,
wszystkie w Tobie są zbawione.
Topics: Nabożeństwo Ślub, malżeństwo I rodzina Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER, MEIN GEMÜTE Text Sources: Śpiewnik warszawski 1899; Przekład: Kancjonal górnośląski 1931
Twej opiece poruczamy
Gracious God, Again is Ended
Author: John T. Mueller; Caspar Neumann Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Gracious God, again is ended Topics: Times and Seasons Evening Scripture: Psalm 121:1 Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER
Gracious God, Again is Ended
Thou, Whose Coming Seers And Sages
Author: Karl J. Spitta; Richard Massie Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thou, whose coming seers and sages
Long foretold to Israel,
Hast appeared in these last ages,
Jesu Christ, Emmanuel.
O thou precious day of grace,
Fraught with blessings to our race!
None need now despair of pardon,
Bowed beneath a hopeless burden.
2 Simeon longed for Thy salvation;
David, wrapped with holy fire,
Poured forth strains of inspiration,
As he swept his royal lyre;
Righteous men and gifted seers
Longed for Thee in bygone years,
Some in silence, some loud crying,
Mingling prayers with tears and sighing.
3 God be blessèd, who hath granted
In His grace to you and me,
That for which so many panted—
Vainly hoped to hear and see.
Now God’s counsel is revealed,
And the vision is unsealed;
God hath heard your supplication,
And is come to bring salvation.
4 Thou the Savior long expected
Came to earth from His high throne,
Sad He wanders and neglected,
E’en received not by His own;
Men permit Him to pass by
Without love or sympathy;
When He calls them they regard not,
And sin on as though they heard not.
5 And He knocks, impelled by pity,
At the house of rich and poor,
Who in spite of His entreaty,
Turn Him rudely from the door.
They who do not see their sin
Will not let the Savior in;
For the whole need no physician,
Satisfied with their condition.
6 Know ye Him who came to save us,
By His heav’nly Father sent?
All we needed freely gave us,
Bare Himself our punishment.
Live ye always as they ought
Whom His precious blood hath bought?
Are your names with those recorded
Whose true love shall be rewarded?
7 Have you suffered Him to win you?
Are you subject to His will?
Is His kingdom formed within you?
Or do you resist Him still?
Whom do you ye your master call,
Jesu Christ or Belial?
Raise to Christ a loud hosanna!
He alone is life’s true manna.
8 Joyfully we sing hosanna!
Blessèd Savior, enter in;
Feed us with the living manna,
Cleanse our hearts from every sin.
See, we open wide the door!
Enter, to depart no more;
Come, and let us now enthrone Thee
In the hearts that long to own Thee.
9 Sin, alas! hath long compelled us
Her dread bidding to obey,
And, both soul and body, held us
Captive with resistless sway;
All our efforts have been vain
To cast off her iron chain;
Thou, and Thou alone, Lord Jesus,
Canst from all our sins release us.
10 Take Thy kingdom, wait no longer,
Since to Thee it doth belong;
And He only who is stronger
Can release us from the strong.
Make us happy, God’s dear Son,
Reap the fruit Thy love has won;
Till earth’s furthest realms adore Thee,
And her kings fall down before Thee. Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER
Thou, Whose Coming Seers And Sages
Speak, O Lord, Your Servant Listens
Author: Anna Sophia of Hesse-Darmstadt, 1638-83; George T. Rygh, 1860-1942 Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 12 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Speak, O Lord, your servant listens,
Let your Word to me come near;
New-born life and spirit give me,
Let each promise still my fear.
Death's dread pow'r, its inward strife,
Wars against your Word of life;
Fill me, Lord, with love's strong fervor
That I cling to you forever!
2 Oh, what blessing to be near you
And to listen to your voice;
Let me ever love and hear you,
Let your Word be now my choice!
Many hardened sinners, Lord,
Flee in terror at your Word,
But to me, who know my burden,
Show me now your Word of pardon!
3 Lord, your words are waters living,
When my thirsting spirit pleads;
Lord, your words are bread life-giving,
On your words my spirit feeds.
Lord, your words will be my light
Through death's vale, its dreary night;
Yes, they are my sword prevailing,
And my cup of joy unfailing!
4 Precious Jesus, I entreat you,
Let your words in me take root;
Let this gift of heav'n enrich me
So that I bring gen'rous fruit:
Never take them from my heart
Till I see you as your are,
When in heav'nly bliss and glory
I will meet you and adore you! Topics: The Word of God Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER
Speak, O Lord, Your Servant Listens
Christians, While on Earth Abiding
Author: Johan Olaf Wallin, 1779-1839; Jesper Svedberg, 1653-1735 Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Christians, while on earth abiding,
Let us never cease to pray,
Firmly in the Lord confiding
As our parents in their day.
Be the children's voices raised
To the God their parents praised.
May his blessing, failing never,
Rest upon his people ever.
2 Bless us, Father, and protect us
From all harm in all our ways;
Patiently, O Lord, direct us
Safely through these fleeting days.
Let your face upon us shine;
Fill us with your peace divine.
Praise the Father, Son, and Spirit!
Praise him, all who life inherit!
Topics: Prayer; Church Anniversary; Prayer; Repentance, Forgiveness Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER Text Sources: Tr. unknown, adapt.
Christians, While on Earth Abiding
Sink not yet, my soul, to slumber
Author: Johann Rist; Catherine Winkworth Appears in 17 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Sink not yet, my soul, to slumber,
Wake my heart, go forth and tell
All the mercies without number
That this by-gone day befell;
Tell how God hath kept afar
All things that against me war,
Hath upheld me and defended,
And His grace my soul befriended.
2 Father, merciful and holy,
Thee to-night I praise and bless,
Who to labor true and lowly
Grantest ever meet success;
Many a sin and many a woe,
Many a fierce and subtle foe,
Hast Thou checked that once alarmed me,
So that nought to-day has harm'd me,
3 E'en the twilight now hath vanished,
Send Thy blessing on my sleep,
Every sin and terror banished,
Let my rest be calm and deep.
Soul and body, mind and health,
Wife and children, house and wealth,
Friend and foe, the sick, the stranger,
Keep Thou safe from harm and danger.
4 O Thou mighty God, now hearken
To the prayer Thy child hath made;
Jesus, while the night-hours darken
Be Thou still my Hope, my Aid;
Holy Ghost, on Thee I call,
Friend and Comforter of all,
Hear my earnest prayer, O hear me!
Lord, Thou hearest, Thou art near me. Topics: The Catechism Evening Used With Tune: REGENSBURG (Werde munter, sein Gemüte)
Sink not yet, my soul, to slumber
Dearest Jesus, Draw Thou Near Me
Author: Thomas H. Kingo; Carl K. Solberg Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Dearest Jesus, draw Thou near me,
Let Thy Spirit dwell with mine;
Open now my ear to hear Thee,
Take my heart and seal it Thine;
Keep me, lead me on my way,
Thee to follow and obey,
E’er to do Thy will and fear Thee,
And rejoice to know and hear Thee.
2. Underneath Thy wings abiding,
In Thy Church, O Savior dear,
Let me dwell, in Thee confiding,
Hold me in Thy faith and fear;
Take away from me each thought
That with wickedness is fraught,
Tempting me to disobey Thee,
Root it out, O Lord, I pray Thee.
3. Thou, earth’s greatest joy and gladness,
And salvation, full and free,
Let Thy presence cheer my sadness,
And prepare my soul for Thee!
In the hour when I depart,
Touch my spirit, lips and heart,
With Thy Word assure, uphold me
Till the heav’nly gates enfold me. Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER
Dearest Jesus, Draw Thou Near Me
Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather
Appears in 3 hymnals 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 Used With Tune: [Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather]
Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather
Herr, die Erde ist gesegnet
Author: Christian Heinrich Rudolf Puchta, 1808-1858 Appears in 12 hymnals Used With Tune: [Herr, die Erde ist gesegnet]
Herr, die Erde ist gesegnet
Wherefore Dost Thou Longer Tarry?
Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Wherefore dost Thou longer tarry Lyrics: 1 Wherefore dost Thou longer tarry,
Blessed of the Lord, afar?
Would it were Thy will to enter
To my heart, O Thou my Star,
Thou my Jesus, Fount of power,
Helper in the needful hour!
Sharpest wounds my heart is feeling,
Touch them, Saviour, with Thy healing!
2 For I shrink beneath the terrors
Of the law’s tremendous sway;
All my countless crimes and errors
Stand before me night and day.
Oh the heavy, fearful load
Of the righteous wrath of God!
Oh the awful voice of thunder
Cleaving heart and soul asunder!
3 While the foe my soul is telling,
There is grace no more for thee,
Thou must make thy endless dwelling
In the pains that torture me.
Yes, and keener still thy smart,
Conscience, in my anguished heart,
By thy venomed tooth tormented,
Long past sins are sore repented.
4 Would I then, to soothe my sorrow,
And my pain awhile forget,
From the world a comfort borrow,
I but sink the deeper yet,
She hath comforts that but grieve,
Joys that stinging memories leave,
Helpers that my heart are breaking,
Friends that do but mock its aching.
5 All the world can give is cheating,
Strengthless all, and merely nought;
Have I greatness, it is fleeting;
Have I riches, are they aught
But a heap of glittering earth?
Pleasure? Little is it worth
When it brings no joy or laughter
That thou wilt not rue hereafter.
6 All delight, all consolation
Lies in Thee, Lord Jesus Christ,
Feed my soul with Thy salvation,
O Thou Bread of Life unpriced.
Blessed Light, within me glow,
Ere my heart breaks in its woe;
Oh refresh me and uphold me,
Jesu, come, let me behold Thee.
7 Joy, my soul, for He hath heard thee,
He will come and enter in;
Lo! He turns and draweth toward thee,
Let thy welcome-song begin;
Oh prepare thee for such guest,
Give thee wholly to thy rest,
With an opened heart adore Him,
Pour thy griefs and fears before Him.
8 Thy misdeeds are thine no longer,
He hath cast them in the sea,
And the love of God shall conquer
All the strength of sin in thee.
Christ is victor in the field,
Mightiest wrong to Him must yield,
He with blessing will exalt thee
O’er whate’er would here assault thee.
9 What would seem to hurt or shame thee
Shall but work thy good at last,
Since the Christ hath deigned to claim thee,
And His truth stands ever fast;
And if thou can but endure,
There is nought so fixed and sure,
As that thou shalt hymn His praises
In the happy heav’nly places. Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER Text Sources: Proxis Pietatis Melica by Johann Crüger, 1647; Tr.: Lyra Germanica, second series, 1858 and Chorals Book for Engaand, 1863
Wherefore Dost Thou Longer Tarry?
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