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Break Forth, O Beauteous Heavenly Light

Author: Johann Rist, 1607-67 Hymnal: Lutheran Service Book #378 (2006) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 First Line: Break forth, O beauteous heav'nly light Scripture: Isaiah 9:2-7 Languages: English Tune Title: ERMUNTRE DICH
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Sabes cuánta clara estrella

Author: Federico Fliedner, 1845-1901; Johann Wilhelm Hey, 1789-1854 Hymnal: Culto Cristiano #388 (1964) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 ¿Sabes cuánta clara estrella Presta al cielo su fulgor? Sabes cuánta nube bella Va del mundo alrededor? Solo Dios has ha contado, Y ninguna le ha faltado: Entre todas ¿cuántas son? Entre todas ¿cuántas son? 2 ¿Sabes cuántos pajarillos Jugueteando al sol están? ¿Sabes cuántos pececillos En el agua saltos dan? Dios a todos ha creado, de la vida el gozo ha dado Nuestro Padre celestial, Nuestro Padre celestial. 3 ¿Sabes cuánto tierno niño Con el sol despierto ya. Al amparo del cariño De su madre alegre está? Dios, que a todos ha otorgado Su favor y buen agrado, Te conoce y te ama ati, Te conoce y te ama a ti. Topics: Himnos y Cantos Para Los Niños; Hymns and Songs for Children Languages: Spanish Tune Title: WEISST DU WIEVIEL STERNLEIN STEHEN?
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Christ, the Life of All the Living

Author: Ernst C. Homburg, 1605-1681; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: Christian Worship #396 (2021) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ, the life of all the living, Christ, the death of death, our foe, who, thyself for me once giving to the darkest depths of woe: through thy suff'rings, death, and merit I eternal life inherit. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, dearest Jesus, unto thee. 2 Thou, ah! Thou hast taken on thee bonds and stripes, a cruel rod; pain and scorn were heaped upon thee, 0 thou sinless Son of God! Thus didst thou my soul deliver from the bonds of sin forever. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, dearest Jesus, unto thee. 3 Thou hast borne the smiting only that my wounds might all be whole; thou hast suffered, sad and lonely, rest to give my weary soul; yea, the curse of God enduring, blessing unto me securing. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, dearest Jesus, unto thee. 4 Heartless scoffers did surround thee, treating thee with cruel scorn, and with piercing thorns they crowned thee. All disgrace thou, Lord, hast borne that as thine thou mightest own me and with heav'nly glory crown me. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, dearest Jesus, unto thee. 5 Thou hast suffered men to bruise thee that from pain I might be free; falsely did thy foes accuse thee: thence I gain security. Comfortless thy soul did languish me to comfort in my anguish. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, dearest Jesus, unto thee. 6 Thou hast suffered great affliction and hast borne it patiently, even death by crucifixion, fully to atone for me. Thou didst choose to be tormented that my doom should be prevented. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, dearest Jesus, unto thee. 7 Then, for all that wrought my pardon, for thy sorrows deep and sore, for thine anguish in the garden, I will thank thee evermore, thank thee for thy groaning, sighing, for thy bleeding and thy dying, for that last triumphant cry and shall praise thee, Lord, on high. Topics: Lent Scripture: Isaiah 53:3-12 Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN
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Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

Author: Piotr Skarga, 1536-1612; Edith M. Reed, 1885-1933 Hymnal: One in Faith #398 (2015) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Infant holy, Infant lowly, For his bed a cattle stall; Oxen lowing, little knowing Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Swiftly winging angels singing, Nowells ringing, tidings bringing; Christ the Babe is Lord of all, Christ the Babe is Lord of all. 2 Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping Vigil till the morning new; Saw the glory, heard the story, Tidings of a gospel true. Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow, Praises voicing, greet the morrow; Christ the Babe was born for you! Christ the Babe was born for you! Topics: Christmas Languages: English Tune Title: W ŻLOBIE LEŻY
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God Is Calling through the Whisper

Author: Mary Louise Bringle Hymnal: Glory to God #410 (2013) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Topics: Gathering; Gift of the Holy Spirit; Invitation; Music and the Arts Scripture: Deuteronomy 30:19-20 Languages: English Tune Title: W ŻŁOBIE LEŻY
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Jesu, Joy of Our Desiring

Author: Martin Jahn, ca. 1620-1682; Robert S. Bridges, 1844-1930 Hymnal: Breaking Bread (Vol. 39) #411 (2019) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Jesu, joy of our desiring, Holy wisdom, love most bright, Drawn by you, our souls aspiring, Soar to uncreated Light. Word of God, our flesh that fashioned With the fire of life impassioned, Striving still to truth unknown, Soaring, dying, 'round your throne. 2 Through the way where hope is guiding, Hear what peaceful music rings; Where the flocks in you confiding, Drink of joy from deathless springs! Theirs is beauty’s fairest pleasure; Theirs is wisdom’s holiest treasure; You do ever lead your own, In the love of joys unknown. Topics: General Music for Worship Jesus Christ Languages: English Tune Title: WERDE MUNTER
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Christ, the Life of All the Living

Author: Ernst Christoph Homburg, 1605-81; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Lutheran Service Book #420 (2006) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Christ, the Life of all the living, Christ, the death of death, our foe, Who, Thyself for me once giving To the darkest depths of woe: Through thy suff'rings, death, and merit I eternal life inherit. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 2 Thou, ah! Thou, hast taken on Thee Bonds and stripes, a cruel rod; Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee, 0 Thou sinless Son of God! Thus didst Thou my soul deliver From the bonds of sin forever. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 3 Thou hast borne the smiting only That my wounds might all be whole; Thou hast suffered, sad and lonely, Rest to give my weary soul; Yea, the curse of God enduring, Blessing unto me securing. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 4 Heartless scoffers did surround Thee, Treating Thee with shameful scorn And with piercing thorns they crowned Thee. All disgrace Thou, Lord, hast borne, That as Thine Thou mightest own me And with heav'nly glory crown me. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 5 Thou hast suffered men to bruise Thee, That from pain I might be free; Falsely did Thy foes accuse Thee: Thence I gain security; Comfortless Thy soul did languish Me to comfort in my anguish. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 6 Thou hast suffered great affliction And hast borne it patiently, Even death by crucifixion, Fully to atone for me; Thou didst choose to be tormented That my doom should be prevented. Thousand, thousand thanks shall be, Dearest Jesus, unto Thee. 7 Then, for all that wrought my pardon, For Thy sorrows deep and sore, For Thine anguish in the Garden, I will thank Thee evermore, Thank Thee for Thy groaning, sighing, For Thy bleeding and Thy dying, For that last triumphant cry, And shall praise Thee, Lord, on high. Topics: Redeemer Scripture: Matthew 27:33-46 Languages: English Tune Title: JESU, MEINES LEBENS LEBEN
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Mute Are The Pleading Lips Of Him

Author: E. W. Olson; J. O. Wallin Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #424 (1930) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Mute are the pleading lips of Him Who hath our cause defended; Love drained the cup filled to the brim, As holiness demanded. The gentle Shepherd here behold, Slain for the sheep lost to His fold: From labor, pain and weeping, Now rests He with the sleeping. 2 But not for aye, O Friend of men, Thou in the grave descendest; A little while, and then again Thy grieving flock Thou tendest. The corn that falls into the earth From darkness unto life springs forth, In season amply giving The life-bread to the living. 3 O Prince of Life, now to the gloom Of earth consigned in sorrow, My life so guide, that in my tomb I wait the blessed morrow. When, freed from worldly strife and care, This mortal frame reposes there, Grant that my deathless spirit The bliss of heav'n inherit. Topics: The Church Year Passion Languages: English Tune Title: PLEA

Jesu, joy of man's desiring

Author: Robert Bridges (1844-1930) Hymnal: The Summit Choirbook #438 (1983) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Topics: Our Lord Jesus Christ Languages: English Tune Title: WERDE MUNTER, MEIN' GEMÜTHE
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Vanish Doubt and Hesitation!

Author: Johann Adolph Schlegel; Samuel Magnus Hill Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #440 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Vanish doubt and hesitation! My Redeemer is the Lord. Hearken to His invitation By the Spirit and the Word. Clearly He perceives thy anguish; O my soul, why longer languish! Although I am weak and ill, God remains my Father still. 2 He will pity and relieve me, Who can then condemn my soul? Satan and the world deceive me, Jesus Christ will make me whole. Why, then, should my heart accuse me, Or my conscience still confuse me? God the Father makes me free, And His Spirit comforts me. 3 Jesus Christ for me has suffered, And by faith He is my own. Satisfaction He has offered, And the way to heaven shown. Through His full propitiation I have free and full salvation. He has conquered death and hell; He has thus made all things well. 4 In His merit now confiding, I look up to Him with joy; For His promise is abiding-- Who can now my peace destroy? Weal nor woe shall e'er deprive me Of the portion that He gave me. My Redeemer, Lord divine, I am Thine, forever Thine. Amen. Topics: Way of Salvation Faith and Justification Languages: English Tune Title: TVIFLAN UR MIN SJÄL FÖRSVINNE

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