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Min Jesus han er min

Author: Barth. Craselius; Heermann; Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #235 (1919) Topics: Twenty second Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Min Jesus han er min Begyndelse og Ende I al den Del, jeg gjør, I hvor jeg mig mon vende; Han er mit Øimed Paa denne Verdens Jord, Og intet uden ham Udi mit Hjerte bor. 2 Naar jeg kun Jesus har, Hvad skjøtter jeg om Jorden, Hvad agter jeg om Slud, Om Storm og Ild og Torden? Hans Kjærlighed den gjør Hver Byrde mig til Lyst, Jeg intet uden ham Vil huse i mit Bryst. 3 Med Jesus vaager jeg, Med Jesus vil jeg sove, Med Jesus gaar jeg glad, Og al Ting friskt tør vove, Med Jesus jeg engang Gaar til mit Hvilested; Det er jo ei at dø, Naar Livet følger med. 4 Min Jesus, før mig selv I alle mine Dage, Ei uden dig et Trin Paa denne Jord at tage! Skal jeg mig føre selv, Forføres jeg saa let, Men fører du mig, da Er al min Vandring ret. 5 Dig vil jeg ganske mig Alt, hvad jeg tænker, hvad Jeg tale skal og drive. Forsmaa det Offer ei, Lad mig faa være din, Gjør med mig, hvad du vil, Din Vilje er og min! 6 Med Flid jeg daglig vil Mit Hjerte til dig bøie, Og som et lydigt Barn I alle ting mig føie, At være dig i Sorg Og Glæde huld og tro, Saa længe jeg skal her I denne Verden bo. 7 Og naar det endelig Dit vise Raad behager, At du fra denne Jord Til evig Fred mig tager, Da kom, min Jesus, kom! Saa følger jeg dig glad, Ak, gid det var den Dag, Jeg hjemme hos dig sad! Languages: Norwegian

Vor Trængsel, hvor besværlig

Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #425 (1919) Topics: Second Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Vor Trængsel, hvor besværlig Den ogsaa synes kan, Er for Guds Folk en herlig Og uskatterlig Stand. Vor Trængsel, naar vi træde I Jesu Fodspor ned, Bereder os en Glæde Og evig Herlighed. 2 Vor Trængsel er en Gave Af Jesu milde Haand, Et Tegn, som de skal have, Der drives af Guds Aand. Vor Trængsel er en Ære, Som Gud os dertil gav Vor Jesus lig at være, Det rose vi os af. 3 Vor Trængsel gjør os trætte Af Verdens Slaveri, Og derimod saa lette At gaa paa Livets Sti. Vor Trængsel gjør bestandig I Jesu rene Sind, Frimodig, stærk og mandig At gaa i Kompen ind. 4 Vor Trængsel er det Merke, Hvorefter Jesus ser, Naar Torden af den stærke Guds Doms Basune sker; Da skal vor Trængsel give Sin fulde Glædes Frugt, Vor bitre Myrra blive En evig Livsens Lugt. 5 Hvem vilde da ei lide, Og gjerne takke til? Hver skynde sig at stride, Som vist til Himlen vil! Saa skulle selv I finde, Hvad de for Ære faa, Som der i Verden vinde, Naar Kronen sættes paa. 6 O søde Kors, min Lykke Og skjønne Arvedel, Guds Kirkes gyldne Smykke Og deilige Juvel! Her vil jeg glad dig bære Med Kys og Favnetag, Og siden fange Ære Af dig paa Dommens Dag. Languages: Norwegian

I Kristne, I som træde

Hymnal: Kirkesalmebog #234 (1893) Topics: Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 I Kristne, I som træde Hver Dag med Hjertens Glæde Til Jesu Kjærlighed, Ifører dog de Dyder, Som sande Kristne pryder, Og Gud kan tækkes ved. 2 I drage dog til Minde, At ingen er at finde, I Verden uden Brøst, Dog vilde Gud os kalde Som Hellige, Udvalte Til al sin Glædes Høst. 3 Barmhjertighed I øve Og gjøre Venskabs Prøve I Ydmyghed og Tro, Med stille Taal I søge Al Kjærlighed at øge Til Sjælens Fred og Ro. 4 Kan En med Rette klage, Saa skal han dog fordrage Og se til Jesum hen; For eders Skyld han døde, Forlod al eders Brøde, Saa gjører I igjen! 5 Med Kjærligheden klæder Ord, Gjerninger og Sæder, Saa skal Guds gode Aand Fast eder sammenbinde Med Kjærlighedens Tvinde, Fuldkommenhedens Baand. 6 Guds Fred og Fryd regjere Og daglig sig formere I eders Hjertested, At som I kaldte ere, Eet Legeme at være, I prise Gud dermed! 7 Guds Ord sin Bolig have Hos eder og begave Med Visdom og Forstand, At I med Aand og Tunge Ham Takkesalmer sjunge, Som Himlen røre kan! 8 Alt det, som I vil gjøre Og agter at udføre Til eders Sjælegavn, Det skal I tage fore Med Hjertens Bøn saa saare I Jesu Kristi Navn. Languages: Norwegian

I heard the voice of Jesus say

Author: H. Bonar Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #395 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast." I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn and sad; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold, I freely give The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink, and live." I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's light; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my star, my sun; And in that light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done. Tune Title: [I heard the voice of Jesus say]

Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest

Author: H. F. Lyte Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #396 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest, Far did I rove, and found no certain home; At last I sought them in His sheltering breast, Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come: With Him I found a home, a rest divine, And since then I am His, and He is mine. 2 The good I have is from His stores supplied, The ill is only what He deems the best; He for my Friend, I’m rich with naught beside, And poor without Him, though of all possessed: Changes may come, I take, or I resign, Content, while I am His, while He is mine. 3 Whate’er may change, in Him no change is seen, A glorious sun that wanes not nor declines, Above the clouds and storms He walks serene, And on His people’s inward darkness shines: All may depart, I fret not, nor repine, While I my Savior’s am, while He is mine. 4 While here, alas! I know but half His love, But half discern Him, and but half adore; But when I meet Him in the realms above, I hope to love Him better, praise Him more, And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine, How fully I am His, and He is mine. Tune Title: [Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest]

Good and pleasant 'tis to see

Author: M. Muller Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #397 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Good and pleasant 'tis to see Brethren dwell in unity, When the law which Jesus taught, Rules each word, and deed, and thought. 2 God has promised there, we know, Blessings richly to bestow, Life on earth, with all its store, Life in heaven for evermore. 3 Sun of righteousness, arise! Shine on our benighted eyes; To Thy Church Thy light unfold, That the nations may behold. 4 Jesus! Head of Christians all! Grant that we, both great and small, Through Thy gospel's light divine, May be one and wholly Thine. 5 Bring back all that go astray, Heavenly Shepherd! to Thy way; Neath Thy favor and Thy light, All Thy pasture-sheep unite. Tune Title: [Good and pleasant 'tis to see]

I lift my heart to Thee, Savior divine

Author: C. E. Mudie Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #398 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 I lift my heart to Thee, Savior divine, For Thou art all to me, and I am Thine. Is there on earth a closer bond than this, That "My Beloved’s mine, and I am His?" 2 To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb, I all things owe; All that I hav, and am, and all I know. All that I have is now no longer mine, And I am not mine own;--Lord, I am Thine. 3 How can I, Lord, withhold life’s brightest hour From Thee; or gathered gold, or any power? Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee; When Thou hast given Thine own dear self for me? 4 I pray Thee, Savior, keep me in Thy love, Until death’s holy sleep shall me remove To that fair realm, where, sin and sorrow o’er, Thou and Thine own are one forevermore. Tune Title: [I lift my heart to Thee]

Come to Calvary's holy mountain

Author: J. Montgomery Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #399 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7 Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Come to Calvary's holy mountain, Sinners, ruined by the fall; Here a pure and healing fountain Flows to you, to me, to all; In a full, perpetual tide, Opened when our Savior died. 2 Come in poverty and meanness, Come defiled, without, within; From infection and uncleanness, From the leprosy of sin, Wash your robes and make them white; Ye shall walk with God in light. 3 Come in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty free remission, Here the troubled peace may find. Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more. 4 He that drinks shall live for ever; 'Tis a soul-renewing flood: God is faithful; God will never Break His covenant of blood, Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when He was glorified. Tune Title: [Come to Calvary's holy mountain]

Author of good! To Thee we turn

Author: James Merrick Hymnal: Church Book #414 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Second Sunday after Trinity; Twenty Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Author of good! To Thee we turn: Thine ever-wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, thy hand alone supply. 2 O let Thy love within us dwell, Thy fear our footsteps guide! That love shall vainer love expel, That fear all fears beside. 3 And since, by passion's force subdued, Too oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill: 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply: The good, unasked, let mercy grant, The ill, though asked, deny. Languages: English Tune Title: ARMAGH

Vor Trængsel, hvor besværlig

Author: H. A. Brorson Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #425 (1897) Topics: Second Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Vor Trængsel, hvor besværlig Den ogsaa synes kan, Er for Guds Folk en herlig Og uskatterlig Stand. Vor Trængsel, naar vi træde I Jesu Fodspor ned, Bereder os en Glæde Og evig Herlighed. 2 Vor Trængsel er en Gave Af Jesu milde Haand, Et Tegn, som de skal have, Der drives af Guds Aand. Vor Trængsel er en Ære, Som Gud os dertil gav Vor Jesu lig at være, Det rose vi os af. 3 Vor Trængsel gjør os trætte Af Verdens Slaveri, Og derimod saa lette At gaa paa Livets Sti. Vor Trængsel gjør bestandig I Jesu rene Sind, Frimodig, sterk og mandig At gaa i Kompen ind. 4 Vor Trængsel er det Merke, Hvorefter Jesus ser, Naar Torden af den sterke Guds Doms Basune sker; Da skal vor Trængsel give Sin fulde Glædes Frugt, Vor bitre Myrrha blive En evig Livsens Lugt. 5 Hvem vilde da ei lide, Og gjerne takke til? Hver skynde sig at stride, Som vist til Himlen vil! Saa skulle selv I finde, Hvad de for Ære faa, Som her i Verden vinde, Naar Kronen settes paa. 6 O søde Kors, min Lykke Og skjønne Arvedel, Guds Kirkes gyldne Smykke Og deilige Juvel! Her vil jeg glad dig bære Med Kys og Favnetag, Og siden fange Ære Af dig paa Dommens Dag. Languages: Norwegian