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Bliv med din store Naade

Author: Josua Stegman; Skaar Appears in 5 hymnals Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Bliv med din store Naade Hos os, o Herre Krist, Fri os fra Dødens Vaade Og Djævlens arge List! 2 Bliv med dit Ord det rene Hos os, o Frelsermand, At vi i dig alene Vor Frelse have kan. 3 Bliv med din Glans den milde Hos os, o klare Lys, At vi os ei forvilde Fra dig til Mørkets Hus! 4 Bliv med din rige Gave Hos os, o rige Drot, At vi i dig kan have En fylde af alt Godt! 5 Bliv med din fulde Trygge Hos os, o stærke Helt; Lad Djævlen os ei rygge, Ei Verden faa os fældt! 6 Bliv hos os alle Stunde, Min gud og Herre sød, Sand Troskab du os unde Og hjælp os af al Nød!

Den gamle Adams Sind

Author: Brorson Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Den gamle Adams Sind Med Verdens Frygt sig piner, Vil gjerne tækkes hver, Og holde gode Miner. Den Frygt ved Herrens Kraft Vi undertrykke maa, Det koste, hvad det vil, Kan vi kun Jesus faa. 2 At tro paa Jesus, og Ham gjerne at bekjende, Det er den sikre Vei, Som faar en salig Ende, Til Himlen skal man gaa Med Hjertens ydmygt Sind; Dog ingen tænke, han Kam stjæle sig derind. 3 Ak Gud, hvor mange har Ei Satan i sin Strikke, Som baade efter Gud Og Verden sig vil skikke! Det Jesus kalder dog En plat Umulighed, Ret som at stige op, Idet man stiger ned. 4 Hvad han mod os har gjort, Guds Søn af Himmerige, Det er en Sag, som snart Al Verden veed at sige; Dag vil den samme Mund Ei være ham bekjendt, Som siger, at hans Død Os Livet har fortjent. 5 Han skammede sig ei, Al Verdens Skam at bære, For Gud og Verden en Forbandet Ting at være, Vor Synd den skjulte han, Taalmodig tag vor Spe,– Og knapt, at man in Gang Om efter ham vil se! 6 Men hvad vil dette faa Omsider for en Ende? Paa Dommens Dag han dem Fro Sine ei vil kjende, Det staar med klare Ord, O give Gud, det stod Os alle prentet ind I inderst Hjerterod! 7 Da gik og søgte man Slet ingen anden Ære, End ved et helligt Liv Sin Frelsers Spot at bære, Da blev hans Aag os sødt, Hans Byrde kjær og let, Da blev man ikke paa Saa kort en Vei saa træt. 8 Men Verdens Frygt er fuld Af baade Skam og Plage, Den ene fod vil frem, Den anden vil tilbage; Man frygter for en Sky, At den vil falde ned, Og vover yderlig Sin Sjæl og Salighed. 9 Saa gaar det, naar et Saar, Ei ret af Grunden heles, Og om det end er ske't, Naar Hjertet siden deles, Da tumler Sjælen vild, Vil baade til og fra, Ei ret fra Verden ud Og op paa Golgata. 10 Den Vei, Guds Søn har lært, Den maa vi altid følge, Og det for ingen Mand I Ord og Gjerning dølge; Saa vaagner mangen op Af Sikkerhedens Nat, Naar Lyset bliver ret Paa Lysestagen sat. 11 Op, Zion! det er Tid, At Lunkenhed har Ende, Enhver med Hjertens Lyst Sin Jesus un bekjende, Og føle intet til Den Tidens korte Ve For Glæden, at vi skal Vor Jesus evig se!

Straight is the gate to heaven above

Author: Lina Sandell Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Eighth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Straight is the gate to heaven above, And narrow is the way; Yet there is room in God's great love For thee, for thee alway, For thee, for thee alway. 2 In Paradise there still is room, There still is room for thee; For thee the Savior hath a home, Where heavenly mansions be, Where heavenly mansions be. 3 Though thousand times ten thousands stand White-robed in glory there, There is a place at God's right hand For thee in heaven so fair, For thee in heaven so fair. 4 In Jesus' heart there still is room, In heaven is room also, The gospel message bids thee come, Praise God who loves thee, too, Praise God who loves thee, too. 5 Now God be praised, who even me A glorious diadem Will grant when I His glory see In His Jerusalem, In His Jerusalem. Used With Tune: [Straight is the gate to heaven above]

To Thee, O Lord, will I sing praises

Author: Bartholomaüs Crasselius; Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Appears in 7 hymnals Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O Lord, will I sing praises, For where is found a glorious God like Thee? To Thee my heart its anthem raises, O give Thy quick'ning Spirit's aid to me, That I may sing in Jesus' name alone, In strains which find acceptance at Thy throne. 2 To Thy dear Son, O Father, lead me, That He again to Thee may lead my soul; Thy Spirit in green pastures feed me, And all my powers of heart and mind control, That I may sing in praise of Thee, and never cease. 3 Grant me, O Lord, this priceless treasure, Then shall my humble worship grateful be; Then beautiful will be the measure With which in heart and truth I worship Thee; Then near to Thee Thy Spirit shall me bring, And I a worthy psalm of praise shall sing. 4 For He can intercede with groanings, Which my poor tongue is powerless to express; He comes to soothe my cheerless moanings, And with the prayer of faith my soul to bless: Makes me joint-heir with Christ of wealth on high, And bids me ever, Abba, Father! cry. 5 Thine eye with tenderness beholds me, When by the Spirit's power my cry ascends; Thine arm with gentleness enfolds me, And all Thy love to meet and bless me bends, E'er ready all my wishes to fulfill, Which upward rise according to Thy will. 6 And what to ask Thy Spirit teaches, Must ever with Thy holy will accord; My soul in Jesus' name beseeches, And therefore wilt Thou every gift afford; I am in Him Thine own dear child and heir, And grace for grace receive to crown my prayer. 7 How richly this assurance blesses! With comfort, peace, and joy, it fills my heart; I know that Thou whom faith addresses, Each needful gift wilt graciously impart, And more than I can ask or understand Thou shower'st me more than I can ask or understand 8 I ask in Jesus' name, believing, Who ever intercede in heaven for me; Through Him each perfect gift receiving, In whom is Yea whate'er I ask of Thee: How blest am I! my soul forever bless The name of Him who grants such happiness! Used With Tune: CRASSELIUS (Dir, dir, Jehovah, will ich singen)

Lord, for ever at Thy side

Author: James Montgomery Appears in 113 hymnals Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, for ever at Thy side Let my place and portion be! Strip me of the robe of pride, Clothe me with humility. 2 Meekly may my soul receive All Thy Spirit hath revealed. thou hast spoken;--I believe, Though the prophecy were sealed. 3 Quiet as a weanéd child, Weanéd from the mother's breast; By no subtlety beguiled, On Thy faithful Word I rest. 4 Saints, rejoicing evermore, In the Lord Jehovah trust: Him in all His ways adore, Wise, and wonderful, and just. Scripture: Psalm 131 Used With Tune: WIGAN

We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord

Author: Jane Borthwick; Charles John Spitta Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 26 hymnals Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord, Our Saviour kind and true, For all the old things passed away, For all Thou hast made new. 2 But yet how much must be destroyed, How much renewed must be, Ere we can fully stand complete In likeness, Lord to Thee! 3 Thou, only Thou, must carry on The work thou hast begun; Of Thine own strength Thou must impart, In Thine own ways to run. 4 Ah, leave us not! from day to day Revive, restore again; Our feeble steps do Thou direct, Our enemies restrain. 5 When flesh shall fail, then strengthen Thou The spirit from above; Make us to feel Thy service sweet, And light Thy yoke of love. 6 So shall we faultless stand at last Before Thy Father's throne; The blessedness for ever ours, The glory all Thine own! Used With Tune: NUN DANKET ALL' U. BRINGET EHR

Lord Jesus Christ, with us abide

Author: Nicolaus Selnecker Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 36 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Eighth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, with us abide, For round us falls the eventide; Nor let Thy word, that heavenly light, For us be ever veiled in night. 2 While sin and death around we see, O grant that we may constant be; And pure retain, till life is spent, Thy precious word and sacrament. 3 Dear Savior, help, Thy Church uphold; For we are sluggish, thoughtless, cold; Indue Tyy word with power and grace And spread its truth in every place. 4 Yes, leave us but Thy word, we pray; The fatal wiles of Satan stay; O smile upon Thy Church; give grace, Give courage, patience, love, and peace. 5 O God! how sin's dread works abound, Throughout the earth no rest is found; And wide has falsehood's spirit spread, And error boldly rears its head. 6 And ever is there something new Devised to change Thy doctrine true; Lord Jesus! as Thou still dost reign, Those vain, presumptuous minds restrain; 7 And as the cause and glory, Lord, Are Thine, not ours, do Thou afford Us help and strength and constancy, And keep us ever true to Thee. 8 Thy word shall fortify us hence, It is Thy Church's sure defense; O let us in its power confide, That we may seek no other guide. 9 Here on Thy Word in faith we lean There Thou shalt be forever seen; And when our journey endeth here, Receive us, Lord, in glory there. Used With Tune: [Lord Jesus Christ, with us abide]

Come, O come, Thou quickening Spirit

Author: H. Held Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7 Appears in 50 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Eighth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Come, O, come, Thou quickening Spirit, Thou forever art divine; Let Thy power never fail me, Always fill this heart of mine; Then shall grace, and truth, and light Dissipate the gloom of night. 2 Grant my mind and my affections Wisdom, counsel, purity, That I may be ever seeking Naught but that which pleases Thee. Let Thy knowledge spread and grow, And all error overthrow. 3 Lead me to green pastures, lead me By the true and living way; Shield me from each strong temptation, That might lead my heart astray; And if e'er my feet should turn, For each error let me mourn. 4 Holy Spirit, strong and mighty, Thou who makest all things new, Make Thy work within me perfect, Help me by Thy word so true, Arm me with that sword of Thine, And the victory shall be mine. 5 In the faith, O make me steadfast; Let not Satan, death, or shame, Of my confidence deprive me; Lord, my refuge is thy name. When the flesh inclines to ill, Let Thy word prove stronger still. 6 And when my last hour is nearing, O assure me ever more, As the chosen heir of heaven, Of that bliss for me in store. Greater far than voice can tell, There, redeemed by Christ, to dwell. Used With Tune: [Come, O come, Thou quickening Spirit]

O kjære Sjæl, som vanker

Author: Brorson Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Eighth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 O kjære Sjæl, som vanker I Verdens Mørke om, Og har saa ringe Tanker Om Herrens strenge Dom, O tænk dig om engang! For Jesu Død og Smerte Læg denne Sag paa Hjerte, At Evighed er lang. 2 Her skal dit Sind forandres I Bøn og Kamp og Strid, Og anderledes vandres, End hid til denne Tid; Din Jesu Leve-Art Guds Ord dig ikke dølger, Saa lær, at du ham følger Sandfærdig, frisk og snart! 3 Den Vei, i Synd at glædes, Den Satans egen Sti, Den Vei skal ret begrædes Hver stund, man gik deri. Du vellystfulde Vei, Farvel med dine Gange, Om andre paa dig prange, Jeg siger evig nei. 4 Den rette Vei jeg ynder, Som gaar til Himlens Land, Paa den jeg og begynder At vandre, hvad jeg kan, At dræbe Kjød og Blod, Og syndens Lyst forsage, Og har det end sin Plage, Saa er dog Enden god. 5 O Jesus, se, hvor farlig Er vores Vandringsfærd, Hjælp, at vi vandre varlig, Og vær os altid nær! Viis os, hvordan vi skal I dine Fodspor træde, Saa kan vi snart os glæde I Himlens Brudesal!

Wake, Spirit, who in times now olden

Author: Carl Heinrich von Bogatzky; Catherine Winkworth Appears in 38 hymnals Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Wake, Spirit, who in times now olden Didst fire the watchmen of the Church's youth, And them 'gainst ev'ry foe embolden, To witness day and night th'eternal truth, Whose voices through the world are ringing still, And bringing hosts to know and do Thy will: 2 Soon may that fire from heaven be lent us, That swift from land to land its flame may leap! Soon, Lord, that priceless boon be sent us Of faithful servants, fit for Thee to reap The harvest of the soul,--look down and view How great the harvest, but the laborers few. 3 Lord, to our earnest prayer now hearken, The prayer we offer at Thy Son's command; For, lo! while storms around us darken, Thy children's hearts are stirr'd in every land, To cry for help, with fervent soul, to Thee; O hear us, Lord, and speak: "Thus let it be!" 4 O speedily that help be granted! Send forth evangelists, in spirit strong, Armed with Thy Word, a host undaunted, Bold to attack the rule of ancient wrong, And let them all the earth for Thee reclaim, To be Thy kingdom and to know Thy name! 5 Grant that for which Thy people calleth! Send down Thy promised Spirit, Lord, in might, Before whom every barrier falleth, And let it thus at evening-time be light; O! rend the heavens, and make Thy presence felt, The chains that bind us at Thy touch would melt. 6 Let Zion's paths lie waste no longer, Remove the hindrances that there have lain, And let Thy Word go forth to conquer; Destroy false doctrine, root out notions vain, Set free from hirelings, let the Church and school Bloom as a garden 'neath Thy prospering rule Used With Tune: CRASSELIUS (Dir, dir, Jehovah, will ich singen)