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Noch kann ich es nicht fassen

Hymnal: Antwort Finden in alten und neuen Liedern, in Worten zum Nachdenken und Beten #531 (2014) Lyrics: 1 Noch kann ich es nicht fassen, was deine Schickung meint; doch will ich dich nicht lassen, wie auch mein Auge weint. Auf deine Liebe trauen will ich, mein Herr und Gott, und gläubig aufwärts schauen in meiner Herzensnot. 2 Gib, daß mit dir ich lebe, o mein Herr Jesu Christ, daß nur nach dem ich strebe, was gut und heilsam ist. Laß auch in allem Leide mit dir mich sein vereint, bis mir zur ewgen Freude die Gnadensonne scheint. 3 Zuletzt laß mich auch scheiden mit dir, o Gottessohn; nach Erdenglück und Leiden führ mich zum Himmelsthron; führ mich zu Freud und Wonne der Seligen im Licht. Du, meine Lebenssonne, mein Gott, verlaß mich nicht! Topics: Glaube - Liebe - Hoffnung Sterben und Ewiges Leben Languages: German Tune Title: [Noch kann ich es nicht fassen]

Mig hjertelig nu længes

Author: Landstad; K. Knoll; Ukj. Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #618 (1897) Lyrics: 1 Mig hjertelig nu længes Efter en salig Død, Thi ynkelig jeg trænges Af Usseldom og Nød; At vandre er jeg rede Fra Verden med en Fart Til Himmeriges Glæde, Kom, Jesus, kom nu snart! 2 Du haver mig af Naade Fra Synd og Død forløst, Og fra al Helveds Vaade, Det er min høi'ste Trøst: Hvi skulde jeg da grue For Dødens Bitterhed? Dit Aasyn skal jeg skue I evig Salighed. 3 Jeg ganske med stor Trygge Mod Døden nu vil staa, Thi jeg paa dig mon bygge, Ihvor det mig vil gaa, Om mig er sødt i Live, Og beeskt er Dødens Bud, Jeg vil mig gjerne give At dø i dig min Gud! 4 Jeg veed en større Glæde, Hvortil min Sjæl gaar ind, Thi vil jeg freidig kvæde: Min Død er Baade min! Og lægges jeg i Jorde, Og tæres der min Krop, Den skal dog herlig vorde, Naar jeg igjen staar op. 5 Da Kristus vil fuld gjerne Mig gjøre skjær og reen, Saa klar som Morgenstjerne At skinne uden Meen, Saa leve uden Ende, Og uden Sorg og Nød, Hvo vilde sig da vende Og vride for sin Død? 6 Hvad er at leve efter I denne Verden her? Dens Guld og Glæde hefter Mig ei paa denne Ferd; Jeg det slet intet agter, Det staar saa kort ved Lag. Til Himmerig jeg tragter, Og det i denne Dag. 7 Om jeg, skal efterlade Min Viv og Venner Smaa, Som stande her uglade, Og vil mig holde paa, Jeg vil dog gjerne flytte, Og tro min Gud det til, Han skal dem trolig skjøtte, Han dem forsørge vil. 8 Du saart bedrøved' Enke, Mistrøste dig ei saa! Skuld' Gud dig ei betænke Som mader Ravne smaa? De Faderløses Fader, Og Enkernes Forsvar, Som sig paa ham forlader, Det er han aabenbar. 9 Thi vil jeg dig befale, O Hjertens Kjærest min, Den evig' Gud med alle, Han bo udi dig Sind; Slet intet maa du grue, Nu om en stakket Stund Vi begge skulle skue De Saliges Samfund! 10 Og nu vil jeg mig vende Til dig, min Himmel-Ven, Giv mig en salig Ende, Og dine Engler send, I Livet mig at lede, Som med din blodig Sved Du tjente mig til Glæde Og evig Salighed! 11 Nu maa jeg krige, kjæmpe Mod Døden, Jesu from, At jeg kan hannem dæmpe, Min Tro til Styrke kom! Min Sjæl giv nu den Glæde, Hvortil min Hu er vendt, At den ret snart maa kvæde; Nu har jeg salig endt! Topics: Særlige Salmer Dødsleiet; Special Hymns Deathbed; Haab og Længsel efter det Himmelske; Hope and Longing for the Heavenly Languages: Norwegian Tune Title: [Mig hjertelig nu længes]

O bleeding Head, and wounded

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymns of the Evangelical Lutheran Church #11 (1886) Lyrics: 1 O bleeding Head, and wounded, and full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded with cruel crown of thorn! O Head! once crowned with glory and heavenly majesty, but now despised and gory; yet here I welcome Thee! 2 Men spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance, Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance! How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does Thy visage languish Which once was bright as morn! 3 Now from Thy cheeks has vanished Their color once so fair; From Thy red lips is banished The splendor that was there. Pale Death with cruel rigor Bereaveth Thee of life; Thus loses Thou Thy vigor And strength in this sad strife. 4 My burden, in Thy passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me, For it was my transgression, Which brought this woe on Thee. I cast me down before Thee, Wrath were my rightful lot, Have mercy, I implore Thee, Redeemer, spurn me not! 5 My Shepherd, now receive me! My Guardian, own me Thine! Great blessings Thou didst give me, O Source of gifts divine! Thy lips have often fed me With milk and sweetest food; Thy Spirit oft has led me To stores of heavenly good. 6 O Saviour, do not chide me! From Thee I will not part; Here I will stand beside Thee, When breaks Thy loving heart; When soul and body languish In death's last fatal grasp, Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. 7 Naught ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I take a part with Thee. Ah, well for me, if lying Here at Thy feet, my Life, I too with Thee were dying, And thus might end my strife! 8 Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer; My good didst Thou intend. Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be; When soul and body sever, May I be found in Thee! 9 When hence I must betake me, Lord, do not Thou depart! O nevermore forsake me, When death is at my heart! When soul and body languish, O leave me not alone, But take away mine anguish, By virtue of Thine own! 10 Be Thou my Consolation And Shield, when I must die; Remind me of Thy passion, When my last hour draws nigh. My eyes shall then behold Thee, Upon Thy cross shall dwell, My heart by faith enfold Thee; Who dieth thus, dies well! Topics: The Church Year Languages: English Tune Title: [O bleeding Head, and wounded]

O sacred head, now wounded

Hymnal: Army and Navy Service Book #11 (1918) Languages: English Tune Title: PASSION CHORAL

O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden

Hymnal: Zwei- und dreistimmige geistliche Lieder und Choräle #c29 (1898) Languages: German Tune Title: [O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden]

Come, Lord, and Fight the Battle

Author: Hetty Bowman Hymnal: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #486 (1902) Lyrics: 1 Come, Lord, and fight the battle, My hands are tired and faint; I have no strength to struggle, “Consider my complaint,” One of Thy weakest soldiers Is weary in the field;— Yet Thine is all the vict’ry, Thy love is all my shield. 2 ‘Tis not that I am weary Of service done for Thee;— ‘Tis not that I would alter Thy loving will for me,— Sweet is the vineyard labour, Through all the toil and heat; And sweet the lonely night-watch, Safe resting at Thy feet. 3 Yet, Lord, there is a warfare No eye but Thine may see; Oh! hear my cry for succour, Come Thou, and fight for me. The self I cannot conquer, The will that still is mine, Oh! take them both, Lord Jesus, And make them one with Tine. 4 Take them! I cannot yield them— I am not what I seemed; I have no power, Lord Jesus, To do what Once I dreamed; The yearning of the earth-life Is stronger than my strength; When may the spell be broken, And freedom come at length? 5 Like dew on drooping blossoms, Like breath from holy place, Laden with health and healing, Come Thy deep words of grace: “Thy strength is all in leaning On One who fights for thee, Thine is the helpless clinging, And Mine the victory.” Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALBAN'S

O sacred Head, now wounded

Author: Paul Gerhardt; James Waddell Alexander; Bernard of Clairvaux, d. 1153 Hymnal: Church Book #176 (1890) Meter: 7.6 Lyrics: 1 O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thy only crown! O sacred Head, what glory, What bliss, till now, was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine. 2 How art Thou pale with anguish, With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish, Which once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, Was all for sinners' gain: Mine, mine was the transgression, But Thine the deadly pain. 3 Lo, here I fall, my Saviour! 'Tis I deserve Thy place! Look on me with Thy favor, Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. Receive me, my Redeemer; My Shepherd, make me Thine! Of every good the Fountain, Thu at the spring of mine! 3 What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end! O make me Thine for ever, And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love to Thee. 5 Forbid that I should leave Thee; O Jesus, leave not me; In faith may I receive Thee, When death shall set me free. When strength and comfort languish, And I must hence depart, Release me then from anguish By Thine own wounded heart. Topics: Good Friday; Lent, Fifth Sunday; Passion Week; Good Friday Languages: English Tune Title: O HAUPT VOLL BLUT U. WUNDEN