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Our nature fell in Adam's fall
Author: Lazarus Spengler; Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Appears in 15 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Our nature fell in Adam's fall,
One common sin infects us all,
From sire to son the bane descends,
And over all the curse impends.
2 Corruption creeps through all our powers,
And withers all life's heavenly flowers;
In guilt we draw our earliest breath,
And reap its fruits of woe and death.
3 From hearts depraved, to evil prone,
Flow thoughts and deed of sin alone;
God's image lost, the darkened soul
Nor seeks nor finds its heavenly goal.
4 But Christ, the second Adam, came
To bear our sin and woe and shame,
To be our life, and by His grace
To new-create our fallen race.
5 Thanks, Savior! that new life is ours,
That grace has changed our broken powers;
O, still that saving grace extend,
To make us steadfast to the end. Used With Tune: WINDHAM
Our nature fell in Adam's fall
Jeg har min Sag til Gud hjemstilit
Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Jeg har min Sag til Gud hjemstilt,
Han gjøre med mig, som han vil,
Skal jeg mig komme op paa Fod,
Jeg staar ei mod,
Jeg gi'r mig i hans Vilje god.
2 Min Tid og Stund er, naar Gud vil,
Jeg kan ei gjøre fra, ei til,
Hvert mine Hovedhaar er talt,
Gud raader alt,
Ei Spurven mod hans Vilje faldt.
3 Her er dog kun en Jammerdal,
Og Sorg og Nød er uden Tal,
Vort Liv det er en liden Tid
I Slæb og Slid,
I Suk og Sorg, i Synd og Strid.
4 Hvad er et Menneske, det Siv?
Kom nøgen af sin Moders Liv,
Og tager ei en Næve fuld
Af Verdens Guld
Med sig udi den sorte Muld.
5 Her hjælper Rigdom ingen Mand,
Og Verdens Kunster ei et Grand;
Den Læge-Urt er ikke grod,
Som raader Bod
Med Døden, som slaar ned for Fod.
6 Idag vi ere vil ved Magt,
Imorgen død paa Baare lagt,
Ak ja, idag som Rosen rød,
Imorgen død–
Trøst os, o Gud, i al den Nød!
7 O Herre, lær os, at vi veed,
Vi her ei have Blivested,
Saa vi i Hjertet Visdom faa,
Og rede staa
Til Reisen baade Store, Smaa!
8 Det veed jeg, Herre Jesu Krist,
Du for min Synd korsfestet est,
For mig af Døde og opstad,
Og haver god
Kjøbt mig med dit det dyre Blod.
9 Dig lever, dør jeg, Herre mild,
Ei Døden mellem os gjør Skil,
Jeg lever eller sovner ind,
Saa er jeg din,
Du enest Trøst og Tilflugt min!
10 Du værger og, at mine Been
Misfares ei i Sand og Steen,
Min Krop skal hvile i din Vold,
Og reises bold,
Endog den vissen er og kold.
11 Min kjære Gud, hans Aasyn blid,
Jeg skuer da til evig Tid
I Himmerig, hvor Salighed
Mig er bered,
Gud være Lov i Evighed!
12 O Kriste, Livsens Dør og Port,
Som for min Synd har Fyldest gjort,
Jeg banker paa med Graad paa Kind,
O luk mig ind
I Himmerig for Pinen din!
13 Amen, min Gud og herre sød!
Gud unde mig en salig Død!
Hjælp, at vi allesammen maa
Dit Rige faa,
Og i den evig' Glæde gaa!
Used With Tune: [Jeg har min Sag til Gud hjemstilit]
Jeg har min Sag til Gud hjemstilit
Lo, what a pleasing sight
Author: Isaac Watts Appears in 45 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lo, what a pleasing sight
Are brethren that agree!
How blest are all whose hearts unite
In bonds of piety!
2 From those celestial springs,
Such streams of comfort flow,
As no increase of riches brings,
Nor honors can bestow.
3 All in their stations move,
And each performs his part,
In all the cares of life and love,
With sympathizing heart.
4 Formed for the purest joys,
By one desire possesed,
One aim the zeal of all employs,
To make each other blest.
5 No bliss can equal theirs,
Where such affections meet;
While praise devout, and mingled pray'rs,
Make their communion sweet.
6 'Tis the same pleasure fills
The breast in worlds above,
Where joy like morning dew distils,
And all the air is love. Used With Tune: BADEA
Lo, what a pleasing sight
Den signed' Dag, o Frelser blid!
Author: Peder Paladius; Landstad Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Den signed' Dag, o Frelser blid!
Da du stod op af Døde,
Da lysned der al Verden vid
En ny Dags Morgenrøde;
Den samme Dag du hilste Fred
Til dem, som sad i Sorgen,
Den Helligaand og sendte ned
Hen signed' Søndags Morgen.
2 Thi hør von Bøn: vær du vor Gjæst,
Frels os af vore Synder,
Giv Naade, Fred og Glæde bedst,
Fri os fra vore Fiender!
Løft og vor Hu til Himlen op,
Dit Lys lad paa os skinne,
At ei vor Sjæl og syndig Krop
I Mørke gaar og Blinde!
3 Dit hellig' Ord, din Helligaand
Lad være Grund og Fæste!
Forøg vor Tro, giv ret Forstand,
Og Huldskab mod vor Næste!
Al Verdens Svig kast under Fod,
Løs os af Djæv'lens Snare,
Og dæmp i os vort Kjød og Blod,
Lad os ei mer vildfare!
4 Retvisheds Sol og Verdens Lys,
Vi bede dig saa gjerne,
Lad skinne her, dit Navn til Pris,
Din klare Morgenstjerne,
I Hjertets Hus dit hellig' Ord,
At vi fra Ondt os skille
Og gjør det Gode her paa Jord,
Og leve i den Vilje.
5 Helbred vor syndige Natur,
Og giv os Sjælens Føde,
Tag bort den Udyd besk og sur,
Der dømte os til Døde!
Aands Ro og Legmes Hvil sød
Lad os i Verden hændes,
Ret Formaal, og en kristen Død,
Naar dette Levnet endes!
6 Giv os tilmed en stadig Tro,
At vi ret aldrig tvile
Ved dig at faa den evig' Ro
Og Himmeriges Hvile!
Den evig' Sol og Sabbatstid
Du os i Himlen tænde,
Og giv os Glæde saa og Fryd
Hos dig foruden Ende!
Den signed' Dag, o Frelser blid!
Out of the depths I cry to Thee
Author: Martin Luther; Miss Winkworth Appears in 37 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Out of the depths I cry to Thee,
Lord, hear me, I implore Thee!
Bend down Thy gracious ear to me,
Let my prayer come before Thee!
If Thou remember each misdeed,
If each should have its rightful meed,
Who may abide Thy presence?
2 Our pardon is Thy gift; Thy Love
And grace alone avail us.
Our works could ne'er our guilt remove,
The strictest life must fail us.
That none may boast himself of aught,
But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought
What in him seemeth righteous.
3 And thus my hope is in the Lord,
And not in mine own merit;
I rest upon His faithful word
To them of contrite spirit.
That He is merciful and just,--
Here is my comfort and my trust,
His help I wait with patience.
4 And though it tarry till the night,
And round till morning waken,
My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might,
Nor count itself forsaken.
Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed,
Wait for your God's appearing.
5 Though great our sins and sore our woes,
His grace much more aboundeth;
His helping love no limit knows,
Our utmost need it soundeth.
Our kind and faithful Shepherd, He,
Who shall at last set Israel free
From all their sin and sorrow. Scripture: Psalm 130 Used With Tune: AUS TIEFER NOTH SCHREI ICH ZU DIR
Out of the depths I cry to Thee
Jesus, Thou art my Righteousness
Author: C. Wesley Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 27 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Thou art my Righteousness,
For all my sins were Thine:
Thy Death hath bought of God my peace,
Thy life hath made Him mine.
2 For ever here my rest shall be,
Close to Thy bleeding side;
This all my hope and all my plea:
For me the Saviour died.
3 My dying Saviour and my God,
Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with Thy Blood,
And cleanse, and keep me lean.
4 The Atonement of Thy Blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve;
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love. Used With Tune: ST. MARY'S
Jesus, Thou art my Righteousness
Lord, to Thee I make confession
Author: Miss Winkworth; John Frank Meter: 8.7.8 Appears in 34 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, to Thee I make confession,
I have sinned and gone astray,
I have multiplied transgression,
Chosen for myself my way.
Forced at last to see my errors
Lord, I tremble at Thy terrors.
2 Yet though conscience' voice appall me,
Father, I will seek Thy face;
Though Thy child I dare not call me,
Yet receive me in Thy grace;
Do not for my sins forsake me,
Let not yet Thy wrath o'ertake me.
3 For Thy Son hath suffered for me,
And the Blood He shed for sin,
That can heal me and restore me,
Quench this burning fire within;
'Tis alone His Cross can vanquish
These dark fears and soothe this anguish.
4 Then on Him I cast my burden,
Sink it in the depths below!
Let me know Thy gracious pardon,
Wash me, make me white as snow.
Let Thy Spirit leave me never,
Make me only Thine for ever! Used With Tune: HERR ICH HABE MISSGEHANDELT
Lord, to Thee I make confession
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry
Author: Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 342 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banish from Thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let me now come near Thy throne,
To plead the merits of Thy Son.
5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
6 O may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51 Used With Tune: ST. GOAR
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry
O Thou who wouldst not have
Author: C. Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 55 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Thou who wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who diedst Thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!
Teach me my course to run,
While yet I sojourn here,
That when Thou comest on Thy throne
I may with joy appear.
2 Thou art Thyself the Way,
Thyself in me reveal;
So shall I pass my life's short day
Obedient to Thy will;
So shall I love my God,
Because He first loved me,
And praise Thee in Thy bright abode,
Through all eternity. Used With Tune: GÖTTINGEN
O Thou who wouldst not have
Jesus, my Lord, attend
Author: C. Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 57 hymnals Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Lord, attend
Thy fallen creature's cry;
And show Thyself the sinner's Friend,
And set me up on high:
From hell's oppressive power,
From earth and sin release;
And to Thy Father's grace restore,
And to Thy perfect peace.
2 Thy Blood and Righteousness
I make my only plea;
My present and eternal peace
Are both derive from Thee:
Rivers of life divine
From Thee, their fountain, flow;
And all who know that love of Thine,
The joy of angels know.
3 O then, impute, impart
To me Thy righteousness,
And let me taste how good Thou art,
How full of truth and grace:
That Thou canst here forgive
Grant me to testify,
And justified by faith to live,
And in that faith to die. Used With Tune: OLD 25TH PSALM
Jesus, my Lord, attend
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