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Drop down, ye heavens, from above

Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #501 (1986) Topics: Advent Prose; The Christian Year Advent Lyrics: Antiphon: [Cantor] Drop down, ye heavens, from above, [All] and let the skies pour down righteousness. 1 Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity forever: thy holy cities are a wilderness, Sion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation: our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee. [Antiphon] 2 We have sinned, and are as an unclean thing, and we all do fade as a leaf: and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away: thou hast hid thy face from us: and hast consumed us, because of our iniquites. [Antiphon] 3 Ye are my witnesses, saith the Lord, and my servant whom I have chosen: that ye may know me and believe me: I, even I, am the Lord, and beside me there is no Saviour: and there is none that can deliver out of my hand. [Antiphon] 4 Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, my salvation shall not tarry: I have blotted out as a thick cloud thy transgressions: Fear not, for I will save thee: For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Redeemer. [Antiphon] Languages: English Tune Title: RORATE CAELI

Den Naade, Gud os haver ted

Author: Kingo Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #535 (1919) Topics: Second Sunday in Advent; Anden Søndag I Advent Til Aftengudstjeneste Lyrics: 1 Den Naade, Gud os haver ted Af faderlig Barmhjertighed, At kalde os til Himmerig Og evigt Liv og Lyst hos sig, Den bør vi høit at skjønne paa, Og ei paa Onskabs Veie gaa. 2 Men, som det Kristne sømme kan, Der er i de Gjenfødtes Stand, Betænke vel vort Syndefald, Og agte Herrens Naade-Kald, Ja vandre for hans Aasyn saa, Vi Himlens Glæde nyde maa. 3 Af Hjerte, Sjæl og ganske Sind Vi endelig bør lægge Vind Paa Ydmyghed, og trykke ned Den Satans Synd Hovmodighed, Som i Guds Øine hadet er, Og evig Skjændsel til os bær. 4 Vor Næste bør vi ei forsmaa, Ei heller det fortryde paa, Om og hans Lykke, Sted og Stand Vor meget overstige kan, Men med et ydmygt Hjerte se, Vi ham al Hjælp og Miskund te. 5 Enhver af os sin Lyde har, Er ei saa engleren og klar, At han jo ofte sig forser I dette syndig' Legems Ler; Bedst derfor er, vi fare sagt', Og paa os selv har nøie Agt. 6 Sagtmodighed og Hjerte-Taal Bør være vores Øiemaal, Saa hastig Harm ei tænder Ild, Naar vor Jevnkristen farer vild, At skjæmme ham, men give Dag, Og se i Kjærlighedhans Sag. 7 Af Kjærlighedens rene Væld Oprinder alle Dyders Held; Thi Kjærlighed ydmyg er, Sagtmodig, taalig mod enhver, Og elsker altid Enighed Paa Troens Grund i Aandens Fred. 8 Og vi, som Navn af Kristus bær, Et Legeme med hannem er, Vi alle ved Guds gode Aand Bør holde fast ved Fredens Baand, Vi alle har et Livsens Haab, Een Herre og en tro, een Daab. 9 Een Gud vor Faders Navn og bær, Som over alle mægtig er, Og ved sin Søn har os gjenløst, Ja Kjærlighed ved Aanden øst I vore Hjerter rundelig, At danne os til Himmerig. 10 Saa bør da derfor Kjærlighed I vore Hjertet blive ved, Fordi vi alle Søskend er. O, gid vi sammenknyttes her, Saa vi kan Ærens Krone faa, Naar Dommens store Dag skal staa. Languages: Norwegian

Den store hvide Flok vi se

Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #559 (1919) Topics: Første Søndag I Advent Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Lektie; First Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Den store hvide Flok vi se, Som tusind Bjerge fuld' af Sne, Med Skov omkring af Palmesving, For Thronen. Hvo er de? Det er din Helteskare, som Af hin den store Trængsel kom, Og har sig toed i Lammets Blod, Til Himlens Helligdom. Der holde de nu Kirkegang Med uophørlig Jubelklang I høie Kor, hvor Gud han bor, Blandt alle Engles Sang. 2 Her gik de under stor Foragt, Men se dem nu i deres Pragt For Thronen staa med Kroner paa I Himlens-Præstedragt! Sandt er det, i saa mangen Nød Tidt Taarestrøm paa Kinden flød, Men Gud har dem, straks de kom hjem, Aftørret paa sit Skjød. Nu holde de, og har tilbedst' Hos ham en evig Løvsals-Fest, Og Lammet selv ved Livets Elv Er baade Vert og Gjæst. 3 Til Lykke, Kjæmpe-Samling! ja, O tusindfold til Lykke da, At du var her saa tro især, Og slap saa vel herfra! Du har foragtet Verdens Trøst, Saa lev nu evig vel, o høst, Hvad du har saad med Suk og Graad, I tusind Engle-Lyst! Ophøie din Røst, slaa Palme-Takt, Og syng af Himmel-Kraft og Magt: Pris være dig evindelig, Vor Gud og Lammet, sagt! Languages: Norwegian

Dage komme, Tider skride

Author: M. B. Landstad Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #572 (1897) Topics: Anden Søndag i Advent Til Hoimesse; Second Sunday in Advent High Mass Lyrics: 1 Dage komme, Tider skride, Ingen kjender Herrens Stund, Maaske Verden end skal lide Nød og Trængsel mangelund; Maaske snart det nu er nok? Agt paa Tiden, Kristi Flok! Se, de Tordenskyer drage Over Kirkens Taarn og Tage! 2 Giv, o Gud, naar Trængslen stiger, Og du fører Domme frem Over Verdens Land og Riger, At vi være maa blandt dem, Som du har et Øie paa! Jesu, beed, at vi maa gaa Fri fra Synde-Straffens Vaade, Handle du med os i Naade! 3 Der, hvor Aadslet er, desværre, Samles graadig Ulv og Ørn; Hav Langmodighed, o Herre, Med os arme Syndens Børn! Giv os tid og far med Taal, Før du tender Vredens Baal, Og, naar hele Verden brænder, Rek imod os begge Hænder! Languages: Norwegian

Din Kirke, Herre, lad bestaa

Author: Kingo Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #705 (1919) Topics: Andre Søndag I Advent Til Aftengudstjeneste; Second Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Din Kirke, herre! lad bestaa Og for dit Aasyn Naade faa. lad Kjærligheds det faste Baand forene trofast Aand med Aand! Lad alle i Samdrægtighed Gaa Haand i Haand Jesu Fjed! 2 Gud, du er idel Kjærlighed. O, se til os i Naade ned1 Fra dig, fra dig alt godt gaar ud. Velsign vort Samfund, gode Gud, At her vi leve broderlig Og dannes for dit Himmerig! Languages: Norwegian

Day of Wrath! O Day of mourning!

Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #36 (1920) Topics: The Christian Year Advent Lyrics: 1 Day of Wrath! O Day of mourning! See fulfill'd the prophets' warning, Heav'n and earth in ashes burning! 2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from Heav'n the Judge descendeth, On Whose sentence all dependeth! 3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth; All before the throne it bringeth. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. 5 Lo! the Book exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded: Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? 8 King of Majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! 9 Think, good Jesu, my salvation Cost Thy wondrous Incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! 10 Faint and weary, Thou hast sought me, On the Cross of suffering bought me. Shall such grace be vainly brought me? 11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that day of retribution. 12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the sinful woman saved'st; Thou the dying thief forgavest; And to me a hope vouchsafest. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying! Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

Author: Wm. J. Irons Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #36 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8 Topics: Advent Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophet's warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning! 2 Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On Whose sentence all dependeth. 3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth; All before the throne it bringeth. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. 5 Lo! the Book exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded: Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 Whence the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? 8 King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! 9 Think, good Jesu, my salvation, Cost Thy wondrous Incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! 10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me. Shall such grace be vainly brought me? 11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that day of retribution. 12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the sinful woman saved'st; Thou the dying thief forgavest, And to me a hope vouchsafest. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying! 15 With Thy favored sheep oh, place me! Nor among the goats abase me; But to Thy right hand upraise me. 16 While the wicked are confounded, Doom'd to flames of woe unbounded, Call me with Thy saints surrounded. 17 Low I kneel with heart-submission, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition. 18 Ah! that day of tears and mourning! From the dust of earth returning Man for judgment must prepare him; Spare, O God, in mercy, spare him. 19 Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest, Grant us Thine eternal rest. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

Author: Thomas of Celano, 13th cent.; William J. Irons Hymnal: The Hymnal #65a (1916) Meter: 8.8.8 Topics: Advent Lyrics: Day of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets' warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning! O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth. Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchers it ringeth; All before the throne it bringeth. Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. Lo! the book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded: Thence shall judgment be awarded. When the Judge his seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? King of Majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us! Think, good Jesus, my salvation Cost thy wondrous Incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! Faint and weary, thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me. Shall such grace be vainly brought me? Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant thy gift of absolution, Ere the day of retribution. Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning! Thou the sinful woman savedst; Thou the dying thief forgavest; And to me a hope vouchsafest. Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying! With thy favoured sheep O place me; Nor among the goats abase me; But to thy right hand upraise me. While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me with thy saints surrounded. Low I kneel, with heart submission, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition. Ah! that day of tears and mourning! From the dust of earth returning Man for judgment must prepare him; Spare, O God, in mercy spare him! Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest, Grant them thine eternal rest. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

Author: Rev. W. J. Irons; Thomas of Celano Hymnal: The Book of Common Praise #70 (1939) Meter: Irregular Topics: Advent Languages: English Tune Title: DIES IRAE

Deep River

Hymnal: Lift Every Voice and Sing II #8 (1993) Topics: Advent First Line: Deep river, my home is over Jordan Lyrics: Deep river, my home is over Jordan, Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into camp ground. Oh don’t you want to go to that gospel feast, That promised land where all is peace? Oh Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into camp ground. Languages: English Tune Title: [Deep river, my home is over Jordan]