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Hail to the Lord's Anointed

Author: J. Montgomery Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #168 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression And rule in equity. 2 He comes with succor speedy To those who suffer wrong; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing; Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in His sight. 3 He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth; And love and joy, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth. Before Him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 4 Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing; For He shall have dominion O'er river, sea and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar. 5 For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend; His kingdom still increasing A kingdom without end. The mountain-dews shall nourish A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon. 6 O'er ev'ry foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest. The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His name shall stand for ever; That name to us is love! Tune Title: [Hail to the Lord's Anointed]

Jesus, Jesus, come to me

Author: J. Scheffler Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #169 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Jesus, come to me; How my soul longs after Thee! When, my best, my dearest friend. Shall our separation end? 2 Lord, my longings never cease; Without Thee I find no peace; 'Tis my constant cry to Thee,-- Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 3 Mean the joys of earth appear, All below is dark and drear; Naught but Thy beloved voice Can my wretched heart rejoice. 4 Thou alone, my gracious Lord, Art my shield and great reward; All my hope, my Savior Thou,-- To Thy sovereign will I bow. 5 Come, and dwell within my heart; Purge its sin, and heal its smart; See, I ever cry to Thee,-- Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 6 Patiently I wait Thy day; For this gift alone I pray, That, when death shall visit me, Thou my light and life wilt be. Tune Title: [Jesus, Jesus, come to me]

Comfort, comfort ye my people

Author: J. Olearius Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #170 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort ye my people, Speak ye peace, thus saith our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness, Mourning ’neath their sorrows' load. Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them; Tell her that her sins I cover, And her warfare now is over. 2 Yea, her sins our God will pardon, Blotting out each dark misdeed; All which well deserved His anger He will no more see or heed. She has suffered many a day, Now her griefs have passed away, God will change her pining sadness Into ever springing gladness. 3 For the herald’s voice is crying In the desert far and near, Bidding all men to repentance, Since the kingdom now is here. O that warning cry obey! Now prepare for God a way; Let the valleys rise to meet Him, And the hills bow down to greet Him. 4 Make ye straight what long was crooked, Make the rougher places plain, Let your hearts be true and humble, As befits His holy reign. For the glory of the Lord Now o’er earth is shed abroad, And all flesh shall see the token That His Word is never broken. Tune Title: [Comfort, comfort ye my people]

Savior of sinners, now revive us

Author: L. A. Gotter Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #171 (1913) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.9 Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Savior of sinners, now revive us With Thy free mercy from above; Friend of the sinful and the weary, Turn unto us Thy heart of love! O come,Thy sweet compassion showing, On our poor souls Thy grace bestowing. 2 O Thou, our only hope and helper; The Wonderful is still Thy name, Who come to Thee in every sorrow Shall ever find Thy love the same, Thy grace and mercy never failing, O'er every foe Thy might prevailing. 3 Thou knowest how poor mortals wander In error's shade, deceived and blind; Come, Lord, and graciously enlighten The darkness of our heart and mind. Thy glory every truth revealing, Which sin and Satan are concealing. 4 Father, our misery thou knowest, Our joy, our peace, our glory gone. The message of Thy mercy send us, The precious gospel of Thy Son. Then life shall change to peace and blessing, In Christ our Lord our good possessing. Tune Title: [Savior of sinners, now revive us]

Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel [Immanuel]

Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #172 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent First Line: O come, O come, Immanuel Lyrics: 1 O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! 2 O come, Thou Rod of Jesse's, free Thine own fromSatan's tyranny; From depths of hell thy people save And give them victory o'er the grave. Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! 3 O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer Our spirits by Thine advent here; And drive away the shades of night, And pierce the clouds and bring us light! Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! 4 O come, thou Key of David, come, And open wide our heavenly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! 5 O come, O come, Thou Lord of might, Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height In ancient times didst give the law In cloud, and majesty, and awe. Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel! Tune Title: [O come, O come, Immanuel]

Follow me

Author: Michael Cockett b. 1938 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #176 (2000) Topics: Year B Third Sunday Before Advent First Line: The foxes have their holes Refrain First Line: Follow me, follow me Scripture: John 1:43 Languages: English Tune Title: [The foxes have their holes]

Precious Word from God in heaven

Author: Benjamin Schmolke; Rev. E. Cronenwett, D. D. Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #189 (1908) Topics: The Catechism The Word; Second Sunday of Advent; Fourth Sunday after Easter; Ninth Sunday after Trinity; Twenty Second Sunday after Trinity; Sexagesima; Third Sunday in Lent; Twenty First Sunday after Trinity 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. Languages: English Tune Title: REGENT SQUARE

Her løber jeg i Blinde

Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #200 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: Bruden: 1 Her løber jeg i Blinde, Og veed ei selv hvorhen, Jeg kan ham ikke finde, Som heder Syndres Ven; Jeg kan ham ikke miste, Jeg kan ham ikke faa, Saa Hjertets Baand maa briste, Og Livets Kraft forgaa. 2 Jeg mindes nok de Dage, Der gik med Fryd og Lyst, Jeg glemte let min Plage Ved Jesu søde Bryst; Da kunde jeg vel smile Ad al min Trang og Nød, Thi Sjælen fandt sin Hvile I Jesu Favn og Skjød. 3 Nu gaar jeg her med Klage, For Gud han er mig vred, At jeg maa plat forsage I al min Usselhed; Des mere jeg vil raabe, Des større er min Nød, Hvad skal jeg mere haabe, Min Hjertens Lyst er død! 4 O Hjertens Jesu milde, Jeg er saa hart omspendt! Er Naadens søde Kilde Udtørret og forvendt? Har solen ingen Varme, Har Ordet ingen Grund? Vil Gud sig ei forbarme, At gjøre Sjælen sund? Jesus: 5 Min Elskede, min Glæde, Udvalgte Hjertens Brud, Hvad volder dig at græde, Og se saa bange ud? Kom, hør og lad dig sige! Hvem blider dig do ind, At jeg dig kunde svige, Er da mit Ord kun Vind? 6 Til søde Himmerige Er Veien altid trang, Dog ei for alle lige Besværlig, tung og lang; En kan for Torner grue, En anden derimod Maa gjonnem Trængsels Lue Og Dødens sorte Flad. 7 Man skal dig ikke kalde En Enke og Forladt Men Zion, den Udvalgte, Guds egen Brud og Skat; At du det ei kan kjende, Det gjør den svare Strid, Men den skal snart faa Ende Paa sin bestemte Tid. 8 Lad Jordens Grundvold slippe, Og Verden helt forgaa, Min Naade er en Klippe, Som evig skal bestaa. Hvi frygter du den Skade, Du aldrig faar at se? Jeg vil dig ei forlade, Det kan umulig ske. 9 Paa Roser kun at træde I Verdens jevne Gang, Det kan jeg ei tilstede, Der kommer Kors og Trang, Saa er det, du maa lide, Din Arvedels Bevis, Thi de Udvalgte stride Sig ind i Paradis. 10 Din Jesus er din milde Trofaste Sjæleven, Tro kun, min Naades Kilde Skal aldrig tørres hen! Jeg skal i Himmerige Dig gjøre Engle lig, Vil Satan andet sige, Da er det Løgn og Svig Languages: Norwegian

If Christ had not been raised from death

Author: Christopher Idle (b. 1938) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #204 (2013) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: The Third Sunday before Advent Year C Lyrics: 1 If Christ had not been raised from death our faith would be in vain, our preaching but a waste of breath, our sin and guilt remain. But now the Lord is risen indeed; he rules in earth and heaven: his gospel meets a world of need — in Christ we are forgiven. 2 If Christ still lay within the tomb then death would be the end, and we should face our final doom with neither guide nor friend. But now the Saviour is raised up, so when a Christian dies we mourn, yet look to God in hope — in Christ the saints arise! 3 If Christ had not been truly raised his Church would live a lie; his name should nevermore be praised, his words deserve to die. But now our great Redeemer lives; through him we are restored: his word endures, his Church revives in Christ, our risen Lord. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:12-20 Languages: English Tune Title: KINGSFOLD

Now is eternal life

Author: George Wallace Briggs (1875-1959) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #211 (2013) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Topics: The Third Sunday before Advent Year C Scripture: John 5:24 Languages: English Tune Title: CHRISTCHURCH