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God our Portion here and hereafter

Appears in 223 hymnals Topics: Prosperity dangerous; Prosperity dangerous First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: 1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help forever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through life's bewildered race; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. 4 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint, God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. 5 Behold the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. Scripture: Psalm 73:23-28

Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Appears in 52 hymnals Topics: Prosperity dangerous; Prosperity dangerous First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:22

Behold a Stranger's at the door!

Author: Joseph Grigg Appears in 630 hymnals Topics: Delay Danger of Lyrics: 1 Behold a Stranger's at the door! He gently knocks, has knocked before; Hath waited long, is waiting still: You treat no other friend so ill, You treat no other friend so ill. 2 Oh lovely attitude! He stands With melting heart and laden hands; Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes! This matchless kindness to His foes! 3 But will He prove a friend indeed? He will; the very Friend you need; The friend of sinners--yes, 'tis He, With garments dyed at Calvary, With garments dyed at Calvary. 4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine; Turn out His enemy and thine, That soul-destroying monster, sin, And let the heavenly Stranger in, And let the heavenly Stranger in. 5 Admit Him, ere His anger burn, His feet departed ne'er return; Admit Him, or the hour's at hand You'll at His door rejected stand, You'll at His door rejected stand. Amen. Used With Tune: BACA

Forth in Thy name, O Lord, I go

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 352 hymnals Topics: World Dangers and Temptations in the Used With Tune: INTERCESSION

Jeg slipper Jesum ei

Appears in 5 hymnals Topics: In Need and Danger Lyrics: 1 Jeg slipper Jesum ei, I Jesu vil jeg blive; Han i Begyndelsen Mig Livet vilde give; Det Liv, som han mig gav, Af ham sit Ophold faar, Naar Verden falder om Og ganske undergaar. 2 Jeg slipper Jesum ei, Med Jesu vil jeg lide, Han lindrer mig mit Kors Med Trøst i rette Tide, Det mig til Gode sker; Naar Jesus er hos mig, Han Korsets Bitterhed Skal gjøre taalelig. 3 Jeg slipper Jesum ei, Med Jesu vil jeg kjæmpe Mod Verden, Djævelen, Ja Døden vil jeg dæmpe; Naar de bestorme mig, Min Jesus hjælper godt, For mig han kjæmper selv, Og gjør dem kun til Spot. 4 Jeg slipper Jesum ei, Med Jesu er jeg rede At dø; er han hos mig, Da vil han ei tilstede, Mig Døden døde skal, Nei, den en Himmel-Vei Da bliver mig, hvorfor Jeg slipper Jesum ei. 5 Jeg slipper Jesum ei, Thi kan jeg ham kun have, Saa har jeg her og hist Den allerbedste Gave. I al den Ting, jeg gjør, Er Jesus ikke med, Saa faar jeg ingen Frugt Og nyder aldrig Fred. 6 Jeg slipper Jesum ei, Fra ham vil jeg ei træde, Vi sammenbundne er Med Kjærlighedens Kjæde Saa fast, som noget kan Tilsammenføie sig, Og han skal drage mig Med sig til Himmerig. 7 Jeg slipper Jesum ei, Hans Kjærlighed mig driver, Jeg sover eller jeg Opvaagner, Jesus bliver Mit ene faste Maal, Og ingen anden Vei Jeg har til Salighed,– Jeg slipper Jesum ei.

Psalm 112

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 78 hymnals Topics: Preservation in public dangers First Line: That man is blest who stands in awe Lyrics: That man is blest who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law: His seed on earth shall be renowned; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury, And with successive honors crowned. His lib'ral favors he extends, To some he gives, to others lends; A gen'rous pity fills his mind: Yet what his charity impairs, He saves by prudence in affairs And thus he's just to all mankind. His hands, while they his alms bestowed, His glory's future harvest sowed; The sweet remembrance of the just, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of blessings for his heirs, When dying nature sleeps in dust. Beset with threat'ning dangers round, Unmoved shall he maintain his ground; His conscience holds his courage up: The soul that's filled with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, And sees in darkness beams of hope. [Ill tidings never can surprise His heart that fixed on God relies, Though waves and tempests roar around: Safe on the rock he sits, and sees The shipwreck of his enemies, And all their hope and glory drowned. The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony, To find their expectations crossed; They and their envy, pride, and spite, Sink down to everlasting night, And all their names in darkness lost.] Scripture: Psalm 112

Afvend fra os, o Herre mild

Author: Martin Moller; Ukj. Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: In Need and Danger Lyrics: 1 Afvend fra os, o Herre mild, Den Straf, som Ridkjærhedens Ild For vore Synder har opvakt, Tænk paa din dyre Naade-Pagt, Fri os fra Krig og Hungers Nød, Fra Sygdom, sot og hastig Død! 2 Se naadig til os Arme, som Kan ei bestaa for Ret og Dom, Men tigger Naade, og vel veed, At, om du ei af Miskundhed Forskaane vil, al Verden maa For Syndens Skyld til Grunde gaa. 3 O Herre, ikke os forkast! Din Trofasthed staar evig fast, Thi skaan os nu for Straffens Ris, Og i al Nød os Hjælp bevis, Før os paa din Miskundheds Sti, Og gjør os fra vor Jammer fri! 4 O, du maa ei fortørnes paa Os svage, usle, arme Smaa! Du, som os skabte med dit Ord, Veed, vi er intet uden Jord; Ret grant dit klare Øie ser, Hvor skrøbelig vor Tilstand er. 5 Ved Synden vi fordærved' er, Os frister Satan endnu meer, Saa gjor og Verden, Kjød og Blod, Endskjønt vi dem vil staa imod; Den Jammer er dig vel bekjendt, O Gud, din Naade os tilvend! 6 Tænk paa din Søns den bitre Død, Og paa hans Blod, som for os flød, Deri er for al Verdens Synd Forsoning fuld af Kraft og Fynd, Vi trøste os derved al Tid, Og haabe paa din Naade blid! 7 Veskjærm os du, som ene kan, Velsigne dette Sted og Land, Al Tid os und dit hellig' Ord, Afvend den Ondes List og Mord, Giv os tilsidst en salig Død, Og hos dit hisset Glæden sød! Text Sources: Tysk