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My heart remains in wonder

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark #39 (1945) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: My heart remains in wonder Before that lowly bed Within the stable yonder Where Christ, my Lord, was laid. My faith finds there its treasure, My soul its pure delight, Its joy beyond all measure, The Lord of Christmas night. But Oh! my heart is riven With grief and sore dismay To see the Lord of heaven Must rest on straw and hay, That He whom angels offer Their worship and acclaim From sinful man must suffer Such scorn, neglect and shame. Why should not castles royal Before Him open stand, And kings, as servants loyal, Obey His least command? Why came He not in splendor Arrayed in robes of light And called the world to render Its homage to His might? The sparrow finds a gable Where it may build its nest, The oxen know a stable For shelter, food and rest; Must then my Lord and Savior A homeless stranger be, Denied the simplest favor His lowly creatures see. O come, my Lord, I pray Thee, And be my honored guest. I will in love array Thee A home within my breast. It cannot be a stranger To Thee, who made it free. Thou shalt find there a manger Warmed by my love to Thee. Languages: English

The dawn of God’s new Sabbath

Hymnal: Church Hymns with Tunes #40 (1874) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Languages: English

O day of rest and gladness

Hymnal: Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Edition #40 (1904) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Languages: English

O Jesus, I have promised

Author: Rev. John E. Bode Hymnal: Hymnal of the First General Missionary Convention of the Methodist Episcopal Church, Cleveland, Ohio, October 21 to 24, 1902. #40 (1901) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Languages: English Tune Title: DAY OF REST

A great and mighty wonder

Hymnal: The Sarum Hymnal #41 (1869) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6

O day of rest and gladness

Hymnal: Hymns Ancient and Modern, Revised #41 (1950) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Languages: English

In Despondency and Temptation

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #42 (1867) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: Look up to thy God again Lyrics: Look up to thy God again, Soul, sunk in affliction! Shall He be reproach’d by men Through thy sore dejection? Satan’s wiles dost thou not see? By severe temptation, Gladly would he keep from thee Jesu’s consolation. Shake thy head in scorn, and “flee,” Bid the old deceiver— “Wilt renew thy thrusts at me, Me to fear deliver? Serpent! bruis’d thy head I see; Through His pain hath freed me From thy grasp, my Lord, and He To His joy will lead me. “Dost thou charge my sin to me? When did God command me Judgment to require from thee? Tell me, I demand thee! Who did pow’r on thee bestow Sentence to deliver? Who thyself art sunk so low In hell’s flames for ever.” What I have not done aright Me with sorrow filleth, But of Jesu’s blood the sight All mine anguish stilleth. He the ransom price hath paid, From the cross relieves me, When before God’s throne ’tis laid, Inward joy He gives me. In Christ’s innocence I boast, His right is my glory, Mine His merit, there I trust As in stronghold hoary, That the rage of every foe Evermore resisteth, Though the might of hell below It to storm assisteth. Rage then, devil, and thou, death! Ye can never hurt me; In the trials of my path Doth God’s grace support me. God His only Son to me, Mov’d by love, hath given, That to endless misery I may not be driven. Cry then, foolish world! amain, That God lov’d me never, That my cherish’d hope is vain, Has deceiv’d me ever. Had God been averse to me, Would He have supported All the gifts so rich and free He to me imparted? What is there in sky or sea, What the wide earth over, What that works no good for me, Canst thou then discover? Why do star so beauteously Shine on us from Heaven? Why are, but for good to me, Air and water given? Why do clouds their streams outpour? Why do dews earth cover? Why with verdure’s cover’d o’er, Why flow blessings over Hill and valley, field and wood? Truly for my pleasure, That I dwell secure, and food Have in plenteous measure. My soul on God’s word most dear Feeds and liveth ever, That all Christians love to hear Daily, tiring never. Soon and late my heart in me God opes for receiving Of the Spirit’s grace that He Is so freely giving. Why through holy men of old Have God’s words been given? That we by their light might hold On our way to heaven, My heart’s darkness to dispel, From doubt to deliver, That the conscience sure and well, Be establish’d ever. Now upon this holy ground Build I most securely, See how hell’s malicious hound, Spends ’gainst me his fury. He can never overthrow What God hath upraisèd, But what Satan’s hand doth do That shall be abasèd. I am God’s, and mine is God, Who from Him can part me? Tho’ the cross with heavy load Press on me and smart me. Let it press—the hand of love Hath the cross laid on me, He the burden will remove, When the good is done me. Children whom aright to guide Parents would endeavour, Must the father often chide, Or they’d prosper never. If I’m then a child of grace, Should I shun God ever, When He from sin’s devious ways, Seeks me to deliver? Gracious are the thoughts of God, In the pain He’s sending, Who here weeps beneath the rod, Reaps not woe unending, But eternal joy shall taste In Christ’s garden dwelling, That he shall be there at last, Now assurance feeling. Often God’s own children here Sow in tears and sadness, But at length the long’d-for year Comes of joy and gladness; For the reaping time appears, All their labours after, When are turn’d their grief and tears Into joy and laughter. Christian heart! courageously All the griefs that pain thee Cast behind thee joyfully, More and more sustain thee Let sweet consolation’s light; Praise and honour give you To the God of love and might, He’ll help and relieve you. Languages: English

Now from the heavens descending

Author: James Quinn, SJ (1919-2010) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #43 (2013) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: Advent; Church Year Advent; Death and Bereavement; Future hope; Heaven; Jesus coming again; Jesus Names and images for; Sin; Sorrow Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:24-28 Languages: English Tune Title: STAND UP

A Song of Christian Consolation and Joy

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #44 (1867) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: Is God for me? t'oppose me Lyrics: Is God for me? t’oppose me A thousand may uprise; When I to pray’r arouse me, He’ll chase mine enemies. And doth the Head befriend me, Am I belov’d by God? Let foes then rise to rend me, The wild opposing brood! I know—from faith none moves me, I boast—nor feel I shame, That God as father loves me, In Him, a friend I claim. Whene’er the tempest rageth, At my right hand is He, Its violence assuageth, And peace restores to me. My faith securely buildeth On Jesus, and His blood; This, and this only, yieldeth The true eternal good. The life that my soul liveth, Finds nothing on the earth; What Christ the Saviour giveth Of all our love is worth. My Jesus is my Glory, My Splendour, and clear Light, Liv’d He not in and for me, Before God’s eye so bright, And ’fore His pure throne never Could I a moment stay, Must quickly flee for ever, As wax ’fore fire away. My Jesus death subdueth, My sin remitteth quite, He washeth aad reneweth, The crimson maketh white. I joy in Him, can ever A hero’s courage feel, And judgment fear dare never, As though uncleansèd still. Nought, nought, can e’er condemn me, My courage take away; Hell’s flames can ne’er o’erwhelm me, For me they’re quench’d for aye. No sentence e’er can move me, No evil e’er deject, My Saviour who doth love me, Doth with His wings protect. His Spirit in me dwelleth, And ruleth every pow’r, All pain and sorrow stilleth, Dispels all clouds that low’r. What He in me implanteth, He blesseth every hour, Help to say “Father” granteth, With every ransom’d pow’r. When heart with terror breaketh, And weak and worn I feel, Words whispers He and speaketh That are unspeakable; My mouth can frame them never, To God they are well known, Who what delights Him ever Discovers in His own. His Spirit mine relieveth With words of comfort blest, Shows how God succour giveth To all who seek His rest; And how a new and golden Fair city rear’d hath He, Which here from sight withholden, My joyful eyes shall see. My mansion’s there so splendid, Prepar’d in yonder land; Though when my course is ended, I fall—Heav’n still doth stand. Though care here often saddens And causeth tears to flow, My Jesu’s light oft gladdens And sweetens every woe. Whoe’er to Jesus bindeth Himself, doth Satan hate, He’s troubled much and findeth His burden sore and great; To suffer scarce is able, Disgrace and scorn he meets, The cross and every trouble As daily bread he eats. My mind this clear perceiveth, Yet am I undismay’d; To Thee my heart aye cleaveth, On Thee shall cares be laid. Though life and limb it cost me And everything I have, Unshaken shall I trust Thee, Thee never shall I leave. The world may ruin shiver, Thou liv’st eternally, Nor sword nor flame shall ever Divide ’twixt Thee and me. No thirst nor gnawing hunger, No pain nor poverty, Nor mighty prince’s anger Shall ever hinder me. No angel, nought that gladdens, No throne nor majesty, No love nor aught that saddens, No grief nor misery, Nor aught that man discovers, Be it small or great, From Thee, my heav’nly Lover’s Embrace can separate. My heart with joy is springing, And sad I cannot be, ’Tis full of joy and singing, The sunshine doth it see. The Sun that looks with pleasure On me is Christ my King; The glory beyond measure That waits me, makes me sing. Languages: English