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Den ypperligste Vei

Author: Brorson Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Second Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Fourth Sunday after Easter; Trettende Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Tredje Tekstrækkes Epistel; Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Kjærlighed; Love; Anden Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste; Fjerde Søndag efter Paaske Til Høimesse -Til Anden Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Trettende Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse -Til Tredje Tekstrækkes Evangelium Lyrics: 1 Den ypperligste Vei For Bruden, som vil ei I Verden gaa i Blinde, Men Jesu Fodspor finde, Er stjernelys at prange I Kjærlighedens Gange. 2 Thi om du kunde end Som høit oplyste Mænd, Ja som en Engel tale, Er Kjærlighed i Dvale, Da er din Tro ei andet End Boblerne paa Vandet. 3 Som Bjeldens stærke Klang Og liflig Klokke-Sang Bevæger dem, som høre, Har selv dog intet Øre Saa lidt den Tale gavner, Som Kjærligheden savner. 4 Og havde du Forstand Saa dyb som Havets Vand, Ja Tro, som kunde fælde Og flytte store Fjelde, Det dog for intet skattes, Hvor Kjærligheden fattes. 5 Ja, om den Del, du har, En Verdens Rigdom var, Og du den give vilde Til dem, som lide ilde, Det ingen Gaven dig gjorde, Naar Kjærlighed var borte. 6 Om nogen og frembød Sig til en blodig Død, Til Økse, Baal og Strikke, Var Kjærlighed der ikke, Hans Pine var tilhobe Ei værd en Regne-Draabe. 7 Den sande Kjærlighed Af ingen Hovmod veed, Vil gjerne ringe være, Kan dog de Svage bære, Er nidkjær, stærk og vældig, Dog taalig og lempfældig. 8 Uskikkeligheds Sti Gaar Kjærlighed forbi; Hun søger ei sit eget, Forbitres ei, hvor meget Man hende slaar og plager, Hun efter Fred kun jager. 9 Hun glædes ikke, naar Hun ser det ilde gaar; Men, merker hun, hvorledes Guds Rige vidt udbredes, At mange blive gode, Da er hun vel til Mode. 10 Hun haaber alle Ting, Hun taaler alle Sting, Hun tror, naar alle truer, Hun slukker alle Luer, Hun Herskerstav kan bære, Og hver Mands Skovisk være. 11 Den sande Kjærlighed Af ingen Ende veed; Naar Tro og Haab er omme Og vi til Himlen komme, Skal Kjærligheden brænde Først ret og uden Ende. 12 O Jesus, lad mig saa Din Kjærlighed forstaa, At hvad jeg foretager Af Kjærligheden smager. At alt mit Liv maa være Din Kjærlighed til Ære!

Vær i Korset tro og stille

Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Evening Lyrics: 1 Vær i Korset tro og stille, Tænk, hvad Jesus for dig led, Lad dig ingen Jammer skille Fra hans store Kjærlighed; Tænk, hvor mangen Vei han gik, Før han dig tilbage fik, Da du fra ham vendte Hjertet, Om det ikke ham har smertet! 2 Vær dog tro i Troens Stride, Uforandret, uforsagt, Fast paa Jesum kan du lide, At du fra den visse Pagt, Som du har i Daaben gjort, Aldrig, aldrig viger bort, Men beslitter alle Dage Dig din Jesum at behage! 3 Vær dog tro i Kjærligheden Til din Gud af ganske Sjæl, Elsk din Fiende, og i Steden For hans Brede und han vel! Tænk, hvor Jesus bad for dem, Som ham pinte hvert et Lem! Saadan maa du ogsaa blive, Da Gud vil din Synd tilgive. 4 Vær dog tro i Haab at vinde! Kon du ingen Udgang se, Gud kan snart et Middel finde Til at ende al din Ve; Haab kun stadig, Gud er her, Som dig har af Hjertet kjær, Haab, at Gud din Sag vil fremme! Haabet skal dig ei beskjæmme! 5 Vær dog tro i Dødsens Dale, Det er dog den sidste Strid, Herre selv dig skal husvale Og hvor stor en Seiers Tid! Hvo med Gud i Kampen gaar, Og med Jakob mandig staar, Han er evig Seier vinder, Og den Livsens Krone finder. 6 Vær dag tro til sidste Ende, Før til Seier hver en Kamp! Lad det bide, lad det brænde, Strid, og se kun Røg og Damp! Vist er al vor Trængsel her Ikke Herligheden værd, Som dig Jesus hisset giver, Naar du hans Medarving bliver. 7 Nu velan, saa vil jeg lide, Elske, tro og haabe fast, Jesus hjælper mig at stride, Aldrig har han den forkast, Som i Korset holder Fod Og paa ham sig fast forlod; Ham vil jeg mig overgive, Han skal al min Nød fordrive.

Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst

Author: Louise Henriette; Fr. Rostgaard Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Twenty fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Twenty fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst, Han, min Frelser, er i Live, Derfor jeg med Fryd og Lyst Al Tid mig tilfreds vil give, Hvad endog mig dødens Stund Gi'r for Tanker mangelund. 2 Jesus Krist, min Frelsermand, Lever vist, og jeg ksla skue Ham i det forjætted' Land, Hvorfor skulde jeg da grue? Han er Hoved, jeg et Lem, Han med sig mig fører hjem. 3 Jeg til ham med Haabets Baand Uopløselig er bunden, Saa skal og minTroes Haand Fæstet i ham blive funden, Saa mig aldrig Døden kan Skille fra min Frelsermand. 4 Jeg er Kjød og ganske vist Maa til Støv og Aske vorde, Men min Frelser, Jesus Krist, Skal opvække mig af Jorde, At jeg maa i Evighed Se ham i hans Herlighed. 5 Da skal atter denne Hud Disse Lemmer omkringgive, Ja i dette Legem Gud Skal af mig tilbedet blive, Og i dette Kjød jeg skal Jesus se i Himlens Sal. 6 Disse mine Øine og Ham, min Frelser, skulle kjende, Jeg, jeg selv–forklaret dog– Af hans Kjærlighed skal brænde, Saa at ingen Del hos mig Være skal forkrænkelig. 7 Hvad her findes sygt og svagt, Friskt og herligt der skal møde, Jordisk vorder jeg nedlagt, Himmelsk staar jeg op af Døde, Her jeg bort naturlig gaar, Der et evigt Liv jeg faar. 8 Mine Lemmer, værer fro! Kristus bærer eder alle; Skal I end i Graven bo, Han herud vil eder kalde, Naar Basunens stærke Lyd Høres til de Frommes Fryd. 9 I kan le ad Satans List Og ad Dødens Garn og Snare, Thi igjennem Luften vist I til Jesus skulle fare, Da skal sorg og alt Mismod Ligge under eders Fod. 10 Kun at eders Aand sig maa Ud fra Verdens Lyster rive, sjælens himmelske Attraa I maa eder overgive! Helliger da eder til Himlen, hvor I være vil!

Thy ways, O Lord! with wise design

Author: Ambrose Serle Appears in 85 hymnals Topics: The Catechism Works and Attributes of God; Trinity Sunday; First Sunday after Trinity; Sunday after New Year's; Fourth Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design, Are framed upon Thy throne above, And every dark or bending line, Meets in the center of Thy love. 2 With feeble light, and half obscure, Poor mortals Thine arrangements view; Not knowing that they least are sure, And the mysterious just and true. 3 Thy flock, Thine own peculiar care, Though now they seem to roam uneyed, Are led or driven only where They best and safest may abide. 4 They neither know nor trace the way: But whilst they trust Thy guardian eye, Their feet shall ne'er to ruin stray, Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 5 My favored soul shall meekly learn, To lay her reason at Thy throne; Too weak Thy secrets to discern, I'll trust Thee for my guide alone. Used With Tune: ROCKINGHAM (Old)

Dear Christians, one and all rejoice

Author: Richard Massie; Dr. Martin Luther Appears in 37 hymnals Topics: Twenty Fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Dear Christians, one and all rejoice, With exultation springing, And, with united heart and voice And holy rapture singing, Proclaim the wonders God has done, How His right arm the vict'ry won; Right dearly it hath cost Him. 2 Fast bound in Satan's chains I lay; Death brooded darkly o'er me. Sin was my torment night and day; In sin my mother bore me; Deeper and deeper still I fell; My life became a living hell, So firmly sin possessed me. 3 My good works so imperfect were, They had no power to aid me; My will God's judgments could not bear, Yea, prone to evil made me: Grief drove me to despair, and I Had nothing left me but to die; To hell I fast was sinking. 4 Then God beheld my wretched state With deep commiseration; He thought upon His mercy great, And willed my soul's salvation; He turned to me a Father's heart; Not small the cost! to heal my heart; Not small the cost! to heal my smart, He gave His best and dearest. 5 He spoke to His beloved Son: 'Tis time to have compassion: Then go, bright Jewel of my crown, And bring to man salvation; From sin and sorrow set him free; Slay bitter death for him, that he May live with Thee forever. 6 The Son obeyed right cheerfully, And, born of virgin mother, Came down upon the earth to me, That He might be my brother: His mighty power doth work unseen, He came in fashion poor and mean, And took the devil captive. 7 He sweetly said: Hold fast by Me, I am thy Rock and Castle. Thy Ransom I myself will be; For thee I strive and wrestle:' For I am with thee, I am thine And evermore thou shalt be mine, The foe shall not divide us. 8 The foe shall shed my precious blood, Me of my life bereaving; All this I suffer for thy good, Be steadfast and believing: Life shall from death the vict'ry win, My innocence shall bear thy sin, So art thou blest forever. 9 Now to My Father I depart, From earth to heaven ascending, Thence heavenly wisdom to impart, The Holy Spirit sending: He shall in trouble comfort thee, Teach thee to know and follow me, And to the truth conduct thee. 10 What I have done and taught, teach thou, My ways forsake thou never, So shall my kingdom flourish now, And God be praised, forever: Take heed lest men with base alloy The heavenly treasure should destroy; This counsel I bequeath thee. Used With Tune: LUTHER'S HYMN

Jesus, Thy soul, for ever blest

Author: Isaac Williams Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals Topics: Twenty Fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Thy soul, for ever blest, Hath gone among the dead, And to his peaceful place of rest The dying thief hath led. 2 And all for us; that when, ere long, We shall resign our breath, We may not fear to go among The unseen shades of death. 3 In death's dark vale I soon must be, But I will nothing fear; Thy rod and staff will comfort me; Thou hast Thyself been there. Used With Tune: DOMINE CLAMAVI

Jesus, I my cross have taken

Author: H. F. Lyte Appears in 1,332 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Fourth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, and hoped, and known, Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own. 2 Let the world despise and leave me; They have left my Savior, too; Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue; And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might, Foes may hate, and friends may shun me; Show Thy face and all is bright. 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come disaster, scorn and pain! In Thy service, pain is pleasure; With Thy favor, loss is gain. I have called Thee Abba, Father; I have stayed my heart on Thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me. 4 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me, O 'twere not in joy to charm me Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 5 Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee, What a Father's smile is thine, What a Savior died to win thee; Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 6 Haste, then, on from grace to glory, Armed by faith and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Used With Tune: [Jesus, I my cross have taken]

Hvi vil du dig saa klage

Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Hvi vil du dig saa klage Og give, kjære Sjæl, Dig saa med Sorgen plage? Tro dog din Frelser vel, Og vær i hannem fro! Han veed din Sag at vende Til god og lyksom Ende, Det skal du stadig tro. 2 Han aldrig dem forlader I nogen Modgangs Tid, Som kjende ham for Fader Og slaa til ham sin Lid; Ser det end farligt ud, Saar tør du ikke grue, Du skal dog Frelse skue Fra al Miskundheds Gud. 3 Han aldrig monne glemme, Hvad Nød du i er stedt, Thi skal du dig ei græmme, For Mennesken' er vred; Kun ti, og lid og bi! Vil han dig Hjælp tilskikke, Saa kan al Verden ikke Der gjøre Hinder i. 4 Om Satans Hær end sværmer, Saa er dog Gud din Borg, Som altid dig beskjermer, Og redder af al Sorg; Om hele Helvede Sig ind imod dig setter, Det intet dog udretter, Guds Vilje dog maa ske. 5 Skal det og hart tilgange, Saa vrid dig ei derved, Det gaar saa andre mange I denne Ussælhed; Langt bedre det dog er, Med Guds Folk her at lide, End finde hisset Kvide Og evig Døds Uferd. 6 Lad dig derfore nøie Med det i Jesu Navn, Som Gud vil selv tilføie, Det alt er til dit Gavn; Dit Haab paa ham kun stil! Hvad Harm der er for Haande Dig frelse af al Vaande Han baade kan og vil. 7 Derfor jeg ham hengive Vil mig og al min Id; Gud unde mig at blive Derved til evig Tid! Det alt behager mig, Som Herren selv behager, Jeg veed, han Omsorg drager For mig saa faderlig.

Jerusalem, thou city fair and high

Author: John Matthew Meyfart; Miss Winkworth Appears in 66 hymnals Topics: Death and Eternity Heaven; Easter Season, Fourth Sunday; Twenty Sixth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem, thou city fair and high, Would God I were in thee! My longing heart fain, fain to thee would fly! It will not stay with me; Far over vale and mountain, Far over field and plain, It hastes to seek its Fountain And quit this world of pain. 2 O happy day, and yet far happier hour, When wilt thou come at last? When fearless to my Father's love and power, Whose promise standeth fast, My soul I gladly render, For surely will His hand Lead her with guidance tender To heaven her fatherland. 3 O Zoin, hail! Bright city, now unfold The gates of grace to me! How many a time I longed for thee of old, Ere yet I was set free From yon dark life of sadness, Yon world of shadowy nought, And God had given the gladness, The heritage I sought. 4 O what the tribe, or what the glorious host, Comes sweeping swiftly down? The chosen ones on earth who wrought the most, The Church's brightest crown, Our Lord hath sent to meet me, As in the far-off years, Their words oft came to greet me In yonder land of tears. 5 Innumerous choirs before the shining throne Their joyful anthems raise, Till heaven's glad halls are echoing with the tone Of that great hymn of praise, And all its host rejoices, And all its blessed throng Unite their myriad voices In one eternal song. Used With Tune: JERUSALEM, DU HOCHGEBAUTE STADT

The Little While I Linger Here

Author: Franz Mikael Franzen; Rev. Peter Magnus Lindberg Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 5 hymnals Topics: Way of Salvation Sanctification; Second Sunday after Easter; Trinty, Fourth Sunday; Trinity, Fifteenth Sunday; Names and Office of Christ Shepherd; Faith and Trust Lyrics: 1 The little while I linger here Should grief and sorrow fret me? No; Jesus is my Shepherd dear, He never will forget me. He gave His life His flock to save, His Spirit and His Word He gave. With these He's ever with us. 2 I hear Him speak, I know His voice, I go where'er He beckons. His own He knows, they are His choice, Their numbers, too, He reckons. And He will seek the straying sheep, The feeble in His bosom keep, And gently raise the fallen. 3 He strengthens me with living bread, With waters sweet and gracious, Which flow from life's great Fountain-head, With peace and joy most precious. Though rough and thorny is my way, If from His path I do not stray, I shall not be forsaken. 4 How vain the worldling's pomp and show, How brief his joys and pleasures! The night approaches now, and lo! We leave all earthly treasures. Then, what are all things here below To Jesus' promise, "Where I go, I will receive you also." Amen. Scripture: John 10:1-6 Used With Tune: WO GOTT DER HERR NICHT BEI UNS HÄLT