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All Ye Who Like the Birds Can Soar

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 All ye who like the birds can soar, Who earth and sea and sky explore, Lift up your hearts in singing; Give praise to God, for good is He And by His grace will set you free Who still to dust are clinging. 2 My soul, thou art of noble birth, Thy thoughts rise upward from the earth As if on eagle pinions. Most lofty is thy upward flight When thou ascendest, robed in light, To heaven's fair dominions. 3 Thou canst not find on land or sea a creature that compares with thee In need of grace from heaven; God verily had thee in mind When through His Son He saved mankind And thou to Him wert given. 4 Awake, my soul, lift up thy voice, Do thou in Christ, the Lord, rejoice And laud Him as thy Savior, Who from the Father's throne above Bestows on thee His wondrous love, His grace and every favor. 5 Go tell it to the birds that fly And to the angels in the sky, Whose song so happy soundeth, That thou like them with joyful zest Wilt praise thy God and call Him blest Whose grace to all aboundeth. Topics: Praise Used With Tune: [All ye who like the birds can soar]

Day Is Breaking, Night Is Ended

Author: Casper Johannes Boye; J. C. Aaberg Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals

Be not dismayed, thou little flock

Author: Johann Michael Altenberg; Anonymous; Elizabeth Rundle Charles; Luther D. Reed Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 16 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Be not dismayed, thou little flock, Although the foe's fierce battle shock, Loud on all sides, assail thee. Though o'er thy fall they laugh secure, Their triumph cannot long endure: Let not thy courage fail thee. 2 Thy cause is God's--go at His call, And to His hand commit thine all; Fear thou no ill impending: His Gideon shall arise for thee, God's Word and people manfully, In God's own time, defending. 3 Our hope is sure in Jesus' might; Against themselves the godless fight, Themselves, not us, distressing; Shame and contempt their lot shall be; God is with us, with Him are we: To us belongs His blessing. 4 Amen, Lord Jesus, hear our cry; Stir up Thy power, come from on high, Defend Thy congregation; So shall Thy Church, through endless days, Give thanks to Thee and chant Thy praise In joy and adoration. Amen. Used With Tune: KOMMT HER ZU MIR, SPRICHT GOTTES SOHN

Lift Up Thy Head, O Chrsitendom!

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Lift up thy head, O Christendom! Lyrics: 1 Lift up thy head, O Christendom! Behold in heaven thy blessed home For which thy heart is yearning. There is thy Joy and soul’s Delight Who soon with power and glory bright Will be for thee returning. 2 And when in ev'ry land and clime Thou shalt behold His signs sublime, The sinful world appalling, Then shalt with joy thou lift thine eyes And see Him coming in the skies, While suns and stars are falling. 3 Though for His day thy heart must yearn Do not forget why His return Thy Savior is delaying, And ask Him ne'er before His hour To shake the heavens with His power And judge the lost and straying. 4 O Christendom, for Sodom pray Till sighs and prayers no more can stay The judgment day impending. Then cries the Lord: “Behold, I come,”-- And thou shalt answer: “To Thy home I am with joy ascending.” 5 Then far and wide the trumpet calls, The dead awake, death’s kingdom falls, And God’s elect assemble. The Lord ascends His royal throne And greets His faithful as His own, While hearts in gladness tremble. Topics: Comfort and Hope Used With Tune: [Lift up thy head, O Chrsitendom]

Upward where the stars are burning

Author: Horatius Bonar Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 139 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Upward where the stars are burning, Silent, silent in their turning, Round the never changing pole; Upward where the sky is brightest, Upward where the blue is lightest, Lift I now my longing soul. 2 Far above that arch of gladness, Far beyond these clouds of sadness, Are the many mansions fair. Far from pain and sin and folly, In that palace of the holy, I would find my mansion there. 3 Where the glory brightly dwelleth, Where the new song sweetly swelleth, And the discord never comes; Where life's stream is ever laving, And the palm is ever waving, That must be the home of homes. 4 Where the Lamb on high is seated, By ten thousand voices greeted, Lord of lords, and King of kings. Son of Man, they crown, they crown Him, Son of God, they own, they own Him; With His Name the palace rings. 5 Blessing, honor, without measure, Heavenly riches, earthly treasure, Lay we at His blessèd feet; Poor the praise that now we render, Loud shall be our voices yonder, When before His throne we meet. Amen. The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895

To God Alone Be Glory

Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Kelly Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: How can it be, my highest Light! Lyrics: How can it be, my highest Light! That as before Thy face so bright All things must pale and vanish, That my poor feeble flesh and blood Can summon a courageous mood To meet Thee, and fear banish? But dust and ashes what am I? My body what but grass so dry? What good the life I’m living? What can I with my utmost pow’r? What have I, Lord! from hour to hour But what Thyself art giving? I am a poor and feeble worm, A straw, the lightest passing storm Could drive away before it. When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay, Dost on me e’er so lightly lay, I know not how t’ endure it. Lord! I am nought, but Thou art He Who art all—all belongs to Thee, And live and move I ever In Thee—if Thou me terrifi’st, No store of grace to help suppli’st I can recover never. I am unjust, but true Thy heart, I evil am—Thou holy art, This thought should shame be giving, That I in such an evil stand, Should from Thy mild paternal hand, The least good be receiving. Nought else but ill from infancy Up e’en till now I’ve done to Thee, In sin was I begotten; And didst Thou not in faithfulness My sin remit, and me release, Lost were I and forgotten. Let boasting then be far from me, What is Thy due I render Thee, To Thee alone be glory! O Christ! may while I live below My spirit, and what thence may flow, With reverence adore Thee. And if aught hath been done by me That is well done, it came from Thee, My pow’r could do it never. Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring, All my life long Thy praise I’ll sing, And tell Thy glory ever. Paul Gerhardt’s Spiritual Songs, 1867

Jesus Comes Today with Healing

Author: Heinrich Puchta; David W. Rogner Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals

En el huerto, arrodillado

Author: Desconocido Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 En el huerto arrodillado Con su espíritu angustiado Ved al santo Redentor. Negra noche lo circunda, La tristeza su alma inunda De conflicto y de dolor. 2 Cerca duermen los amigos, Ni socorro ni testigos Hay en esta lucha cruel. A Jesús inmaculado Acongójale el pecado De su descarriada grey. 3 ¿No podrá pasar de largo Este cáliz tran amargo, Sin beberlo el Salvador? De la culpa es el tributo, Pues Jesús el substituto Quiere ser del pecador. 4 La salud nos asegura Esta copa de amargura Que bebe en Getsemaní. Haz, Señor, que to adoremos, Y tan sólo coloquemos Siempre la confianza en Ti. Amén. Topics: El Año Cristiano Jueves Santo; Christian Year Holy Thursday Used With Tune: ALLES IST AN GOTTES SEGEN

Praise to You, Eternal Father

Author: Michael D. Schultz, b. 1963 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Praise to you, eternal Father! Topics: Service Music Te Deum Laudamus Scripture: Isaiah 6:1-4 Used With Tune: ALLES IST AN GOTTES SEGEN

Jesu, Sion's King, We Greet Thee

Author: W. Chatterton Dix Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Jesu, Sion’s King, we greet Thee Text Sources: A Vision of All Saints (London: John Hodges, 1871)