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Arise and Shine in Splendor

Author: Martin Opitz, 1597-1639; Gerhard Gieschen, 1899-1987 Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Appears in 8 hymnals Scripture: Isaiah 60:1-6 Used With Tune: O WELT, ICH MUSS DICH LASSEN

Praise God, this hour of sorrow

Author: H. A. Brorson; J. Heerman Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Praise God, this hour of sorrow Shall bring a brighter morrow: I go to Paradise. My mother dear and father, When round my grave you gather, Lay me to rest with songs of praise. 2 What better can befall me Than that the Lord doth call me From hence, where sin holds sway? Who is on earth a stranger Must ever be in danger, Till God hath closed life's fleeting day. 3 God takes His own from anguish And pain, in which they languish Within this vale of tears, And gives them to inherit The crown that Christ did merit: The joy of heaven's eternal years. 4 I was on earth your treasure; And now I know but pleasure Ye weep in bitter woe; Believe, whate'er betideth, God's love in all abideth, And soon your tears shall cease to flow. 5 Our days the Lord appointeth, He woundeth and anointeth, He knoweth all things well. No evil He effected, No good He e'er neglected, And all His works His glory tell. 6 When ye shall see me nearing The throne of God, appearing Adorned and crowned a bride, My palms of victory swinging, 'Midst Hallelujahs ringing, In beauteous grace the Lamb beside: 7 Ye both shall rue the sadness That made you weep, and gladness E'er in your hearts shall reign. Who follows where God guideth, And takes what He provideth Shall know surcease from all his pain. 8 Farewell, I now must leave you; The grief this day doth give you Soon others, too, shall bear. Be ye to God commended; In heaven all woe is ended, And we shall meet in glory there. Topics: The Last Things Burial of Children; The Last Things Burial of Children; Resurrection Used With Tune: [Praise God, this hour of sorrow]

Nu hviler Mark og Enge

Author: P. Gerhardt Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Nu hviler Mark og Enge, Og alle gaar til Senge, Nu sover alle Mand, Men du, min Sjæl og Tunge, Op, op, I skal udsjunge, Hvad eders Skaber tækkes kan! 2 Hvor er nu Solen søde? Ak, monne Natten støde Dig bort, som Lyset bar; Jeg veed mig vel en anden, Min Jesus, Frelsermanden, Han skinner i mit Hjerte klar! 3 Nu just som Dagen endes, De gyldne Stjerner tendes I Himlens lyse Sal, Saa skal jeg ogsaa prange I Lys, naar jeg skal gange Til Gud fra denne Jammerdal. 4 Til Sengen nu jeg træder, Aflægger Sko og Klæder, Saa sker ved Døden sidst– Jeg kaster Klæder mine, Men Jesus for sin Pine Mig skjænker Ærens Klæde hist. 5 Mit Hoved, Fødder Hænder De glædes, at sig ender Det Stræv, jeg stod udi; Sjæl, glæd dig! snart er kommen Den Stund, fra Useldommen Og al din Strid du vorder fri! 6 Saa gak, I trætte Lemmer, I Jesu Navn og næmmer, Hvor Hvilen den er sød! Der kommer Tid og Stunder, Man ogsaa eder under En liden Seng i Jordens Skjød. 7 Nu mine Øine lukkes, Og Sans og Samling slukkes Hvor bli'r da Liv og Sjæl? Tag dem udi din Naade, Vær god for al min Vaade, Du Øie over Israel! 8 Bred dine Vinger over Din Kylling, mens han sover, O Herre Jesu sød! Vil Satan mod mig træde, Lad dine Engle kvæde: Sit Barn har Gud gjemt i sit Skjød! 9 I Venner allevegne, Vor Herre eder hegne Fra Fare een og hver! Gud eders Slummer lette, Og sterke Vagter sette Om Sengen med sin Englehær! Topics: Særlige Salmer Aften; Special Hymns Evening Used With Tune: [Nu hviler Mark og Enge]

O thou who dost accord us

Author: J. W. Hewett Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O thou, who dost accord us The highest prize and guerdon, Thou hope of all our race, Jesu, do thou afford us The gift we ask of pardon For all who humbly seek thy face. 2 With whispered accusation Our conscience tells of sinning In thought and word and deed; Thine is the restoration, The work of grace beginning For souls from every burden freed. 3 For who, if thou reject us, Shall raise the fainting spirit? 'Tis thine alone to spare: That thou to life elect us Through our Redeemer's merit, Shall be thy people's lowly prayer. 4 O Trinity most glorious, Thy pardon free bestowing, Defend us evermore; That in thy courts victorious, Thy love more truly knowing, We may with all thy saints adore. Used With Tune: INNSBRUCK Text Sources: Tr. based on that of J. W. Hewett

Zion, Awake And Brighten

Author: Martin Opitz; Emanuel Cronenwett Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Appears in 7 hymnals First Line: Zion, awake and brighten! Lyrics: 1 Zion, awake and brighten! Lo, day begins to lighten, Thy Light draws nigh to thee; The brightness of His glory, The morn of prophets’ story, Now shines around and over thee. 2 Though earth is yet beclouded, And Gentile nations shrouded In darkness dense and drear, The Lord, thy life, hath blessed thee, With loving grace caressed thee And crowned thy brow with honors dear. 3 On this broad earth the nations, Throughout all generations, That see the light of day, Shall learn thy brighter glory; And men shall haste before thee, To see thy Light and bless its ray. 4 Behold the surging masses! Thy Light doth draw all classes, The world turns unto thee, Thy fame hath reached their hearing, Their sons and daughters, nearing, Haste at thy shrine to bend the knee. 5 Thy heart shall leap within thee When thou shalt see th’assembly, Th’abundance of the sea; Thine eyes shall feast on courses Of myriad Gentile forces, That come converted unto thee. 6 There are glad delegations From Ephah and far nations, And clouds from Midian; With gold shall Saba cheer thee, And incense; all that near thee Shall sing thy praise, O chosen One! Used With Tune: INNSBRUCK Text Sources: Eid Episteln der Sontage und fürnemsten Feste des gantzen Jahrs, auff die Weisen der Frantzösichen Psalmen in Lieder gefasset (Breslau, Poland, 1628); Tr.: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal (Columbus, OH: Ohio Synodical Printing House, 1880)

O world, I must now leave thee

Author: Johann Hesse; Catherine Winkworth Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O world, I now must leave thee, But little doth it grieve me, I seek my native land; True life I there inherit, And here I yield my spirit With joy to God's all-gracious hand. 2 So on His Word relying, I know, while I am dying I soon shall see His face, Through Christ whose death hath bought me; The Father's love He brought me, And now prepares for me a place. 3 The grave hath lost its terrors, Since for my sins and errors, My Savior did atone: My works can nought avail me, But His work cannot fail me, I rest in faith on Him alone. 4 And so I hence am going In peace, full surely knowing That now I shall have rest: I feel death's icy finger; My soul here cannot linger, Nor would I stay--to go is best. 5 O world, I yet would teach thee That death will surely reach thee; Thou too must follow me; Then ere God's grace forsake thee, Repent! to Christ betake thee, That God have mercy too on thee. Topics: Christian Life and Hope The Consummation: Contemplation of Death; Christian Life and Hope The Consummation: Contemplation of Death Used With Tune: INNSPRUCK (Nun ruhen alle Wälder)

Now Woods and Wolds Are Sleeping

Author: Paul Gerhardt; George R. Woodward Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Now woods and wolds are sleeping, And darkness fast is creeping O’er byre, hearth, and hall; But thou, my soul, ere slumber, For blessings passing number Exalt the giver of them all. 2. Ye also, O my dearest, My friends and kindred nearest, God rest you safe from harm! His angel hosts attend ye, Their golden shields defend ye, From nightly danger and alarm. Used With Tune: INNSBRUCK Text Sources: Praxis Pietatis Melica, 3rd edition, by Johann Crüger, 1648

As fades the daylight splendor

Author: Rev. Ewald Kockritz Appears in 4 hymnals Used With Tune: INNSBRUCK

O World, See Here Suspended

Author: Anna Hoppe; Paul Gerhardt, 1606-1676 Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O world, see here suspended, His loving arms extended, They Savior on the cross! The Prince of life is willing, All righteousness fulfilling, To suffer anguish, scorn and loss. 2 O Thou, who hearts dost quicken, Why art Thou sorrow-stricken, Why all this nameless pain? While we must make confession Of sin and dire transgression, No sin on Thee hath left a stain. 3 'Tis I whom sins encumber, Whose misdeeds far outnumber The sands upon the shore; I caused Thy condemnation, Thy deep humiliation, And all the wounds that pain Thee sore. 4 The burden Thee molesting, The weight upon Thee resting, The heavy load is mine. A curse on Thee is pressing, That I may reap a blessing; Thy pain to me is balm divine. 5 My bondsman ever willing, My place with patience filling, And sharing all my guilt, A crown of thorns Thou wearest, And my disgrace Thou bearest, While saying, Father, as Thou wilt! 6 Death for a time must hold Thee, The grave, too, must enfold Thee, Lest I should be its prey; Death, who for me had tarried, Death now himself lies buried, And I shall live with Thee for aye. Topics: The Church Year Passion Used With Tune: INNSPRUCK