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O Thou, who thus exalted art

Author: B. J. W. Hymnal: Church Book #204 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eleventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Thou, who thus exalted art, On whom our souls rely, Grant to us now, in mind and heart, To dwell with Thee on high! 2 And when at length redeemed by Thee, The just from sleep shall rise, With theirs our happy portion be, A home beyond the skies. Languages: English Tune Title: WOLVERHAMPTON

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #215a (1908) Topics: Eleventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try: Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christians' vital breath, The Christians' native air; His watchword at the gate of death-- He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And say, "Behold, he prays." Languages: English Tune Title: BYEFIELD

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #215b (1908) Topics: Eleventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christians' vital breath, The Christians' native air; His watch-word at the gate of death-- He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And say, "Behold, he prays." Languages: English Tune Title: MERTON

To Thee, O Lord, will I sing praises

Author: Bartholomaüs Crasselius; Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #216 (1908) Topics: Eleventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O Lord, will I sing praises, For where is found a glorious God like Thee? To Thee my heart its anthem raises, O give Thy quick'ning Spirit's aid to me, That I may sing in Jesus' name alone, In strains which find acceptance at Thy throne. 2 To Thy dear Son, O Father, lead me, That He again to Thee may lead my soul; Thy Spirit in green pastures feed me, And all my powers of heart and mind control, That I may sing in praise of Thee, and never cease. 3 Grant me, O Lord, this priceless treasure, Then shall my humble worship grateful be; Then beautiful will be the measure With which in heart and truth I worship Thee; Then near to Thee Thy Spirit shall me bring, And I a worthy psalm of praise shall sing. 4 For He can intercede with groanings, Which my poor tongue is powerless to express; He comes to soothe my cheerless moanings, And with the prayer of faith my soul to bless: Makes me joint-heir with Christ of wealth on high, And bids me ever, Abba, Father! cry. 5 Thine eye with tenderness beholds me, When by the Spirit's power my cry ascends; Thine arm with gentleness enfolds me, And all Thy love to meet and bless me bends, E'er ready all my wishes to fulfill, Which upward rise according to Thy will. 6 And what to ask Thy Spirit teaches, Must ever with Thy holy will accord; My soul in Jesus' name beseeches, And therefore wilt Thou every gift afford; I am in Him Thine own dear child and heir, And grace for grace receive to crown my prayer. 7 How richly this assurance blesses! With comfort, peace, and joy, it fills my heart; I know that Thou whom faith addresses, Each needful gift wilt graciously impart, And more than I can ask or understand Thou shower'st me more than I can ask or understand 8 I ask in Jesus' name, believing, Who ever intercede in heaven for me; Through Him each perfect gift receiving, In whom is Yea whate'er I ask of Thee: How blest am I! my soul forever bless The name of Him who grants such happiness! Languages: English Tune Title: CRASSELIUS (Dir, dir, Jehovah, will ich singen)

Der mange skal komme fra Øst og fra Vest

Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #216 (1919) Topics: Tredje Søndag efter Hellig 3 Konges Dag Til Høimesse; Third Sunday after Epiphany; Nyaarsdag Til Høimesse -Til Tredje Teksxtækkes Evangelium; New Years Day; Almindelig Bededag Til Morgengudstjeneste og Høimesse - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Ordinary Prayer Day; Eleventh Sunday aftet Trinity Sunday; Tyvende Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse; Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Alle Helgens Dag Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Tredje Tekstrækkes Lextie; All Saints Day; All Saints Day; Guds Kald; God's Call; Liv, det evige; Eternal Life; Naadetiden; Alle Helgens Dag Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til AndenTekstrækkes Lextie; Ellevte Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse -Til Anden Tekstrækkes Evangelium Lyrics: 1 Der mange skal komme fra Øst og fra Vest, Og sidde tilbords i Guds Rige Med Abraham, Isak og Jakob til Gjest Hos ham, som bød ind os at stige. Miskunde dig over os, Jesus! 2 Men de, som modstode fra Morgen til Kveld, Og stoled paa egen Dyds Styrke, Fordømmes og kastes med Legem og Sjæl Hen ud i det yderste Mørke. Miskunde dig over os, Jesus! 3 Gud lade os høre med Kjærligheds Brand Vor Hyrdes hans Lokking saa blide, At vi maatte skynde os, Kvinde og Mand, Og sanke os til ham i Tide! Miskunde dig over os, Jesus! 4 Gid jeg maatte være, og alle med mig, Blandt Guds den beseglede Skare, Gud tage os naadig i Himlen til sig, Og frelse fra Helvedes Fare! Miskunde dig over os, Jesus! 5 Gud giv mig at være den salig Gjest, Som sidder hos Kongen for Borde, At holde hos hannem den evige Fest, Naar her de mig gjemme og jorde! Miskunde dig over os, Jesus! 6 Da glemmes det Kors, som paa Jorden jeg bar, Da slukner saa mildelig Sorgen, Da bliver opklaret, hvad gaadefuldt var, Da rinder den lyse Dags Morgen. Mistkunde dig over os, Jesus! 7 Da toner der gjennem den himmelske Hal En Lovsang, sam ikke har Mage. For Stolen og Lammet de Salige skal Sin Krone for kampen modtage. Miskunde dig over os, Jesus! Languages: Norwegian

I Kristne, I, som kaldes vil

Author: Kingo Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #286 (1919) Topics: Tredje Søndag i Faste Til Aftengudstjeneste; Third Sunday in Lent; Fjerde Søndag I Advent Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Epistel; Fjerde Søndag I Advent Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Epistel; Fourth Sunday in Advent; Fourth Sunday in Advent; Søndag Septuagesima Til Høimesse -Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Septuagesima Sunday; Søndag Seksagesima Til Høimesse -Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Sexagesima Sunday; Trefoldigheds-Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Epistel; Trinity Sunday; Andre Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse -Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Andre Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse -Til Tredje Teksxtækkes Evangelium; Second Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Second Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Ellevte Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Epistel; Eleventh Sunday aftet Trinity Sunday; Efterfølgelse, Jesu; Obedience of Jesus; Heiliggjørelse; Sanctification; Vandring I Lyset; Walking in the Light Lyrics: 1 I Kristne, I, som kaldes vil Guds Børn, o ser alvorlig til, At I Gud Faders Vilje gjør Og lever, som det eder bør, Ja, hvor I er, og hvor I bor, Da gaa i Jesu Fodespor! 2 O tænker paa hans Kjærlighed, Og hvad for eders Skyld han led! Han elsked eder til sin Grav, Og villig sig i Døden gav Sin Fader til saa sød en Lugt, Og eder til en salig Frugt. 3 Aflægger Horeri og Skam, al Gjerrighed og Verdens Bram, Lad slem, letfærdig Snak ei gaa Af eders Mund, men agter paa, At Aand og Mund opfyldes kan Med Hjertens Tak og god Forstand. 4 Vil nogen eder virke paa Med sledske Ord, at I skal gaa Paa Syndens brede, baned Vei, Da værer hans Staldbrødre ei, Thi derfor gaar Guds Bredes Ild Udover dem, som fare vild. 5 I gik i Mørket længe før, Men nu er Lysets store Dør For eder udi Gud lukt op, Forlader derfor Mørkets Trop, Og udi Lyset vandrer saa, Som Lysets Børn det sømme maa! 6 Lad altid Aandens Frugter se, Som sig udi al Godhed te, Ja udi al Retfærdighed Og Sandhed sig at tyde veed, Saa skal I Ærens Krone faa, Og ind i Lysets Bolig gaa! Languages: English

I know whom I believe in

Author: Ernst Moritz Arndt Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #288 (1908) Topics: Eleventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 I know whom I believe in, I know what firm abides, When all around me fading Away like vapor glides. I know what lasts forever, When all things shake and fall, When wit the wise forsaketh, And craft doth craft forestall. 2 It is the Light of Glory; It is my Jesus, King; It is the Rock I stand on; It is of this I sing. He never more shall fail me, Deliv'rer, Shepherd mine, He lighteth all my darkness, He makes my path to shine. 3 He whom blood-stained they buried In the still twilight hour, He whom God waked from slumber, He who arose in power: He for my guilt atoneth, To me His Spirit gives, Me with His grace He crowneth: I live because He lives. 4 I know what I believe in, I know what standeth fast, And what, when earth shall crumble, Uncrumbled, still shall last; Through sorrow it bides with me, Mine when to death I bow, In heaven it will assure me A crown to deck my brow. Languages: English Tune Title: WEBB (Goodwin)

Gud Fader lig at være

Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #306 (1919) Topics: Palmesøndag Til Aftengudstjeneste; Palm Sunday; Second Sunday after Easter; Ellevte Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse -Til Tredje Teksxtækkes Evangelium; Eleventh Sunday aftet Trinity Sunday; Anden Søndag efter Paaske Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Tredje Tekstrækkes Epistel Lyrics: 1 Gud Fader lig at være, Det var dig ei for stort, O Herre Jesus kjære! Du gav altsammen bort, Fornedred dig, og kom Til os i største Nøden, Blev lydig indtil Døden, Ja Korsets Død og Dom. 2 Derfor har Gud ophøiet Dig over Englehær, Og dig et Navn tilføiet, Velsignet af enhver, Langt over alle Navn; Gud lad det aldri glemmes, Gud lad det trolig gjemmes Udi vort Hjertes Favn! 3 I Jesu Navn sig bøie Hvert Knæ ydmygelig I Himlene de høie Og her paa Jorderig, Dybt under ligervis, Og Tunge hver bekjende, At han er uden Ende En Herre til Guds Pris! 4 Nu alt, hvorom vi bede Vor Gud i Jesu navn, Skal gives os til Glæde Og vore Sjæles Gavn. Lær os, o Helligaand, I Jesu Navn at raabe, At bie, tro og haabe Vor Frelse af hans Haand! Languages: Norwegian

Grace! 'tis a charming sound

Author: Rev. Philip Doddridge Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #370 (1908) Topics: Eleventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Grace! ’tis a charming sound, Harmonious to the ear! Heav'n with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived the way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies, each hour, I meet, While pressing on to God. 4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. Languages: English Tune Title: OLNEY

Self-righteous souls on works rely

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #397 (1908) Topics: Eleventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Self-righteous souls on works rely, And boast their mortal dignity; But if I lisp a song of praise, Grace is the note my soul shall raise. 2 'Twas grace that quickened me when dead, And grace my soul to Jesus led; Grace brings me pardon for my sin-- 'Tis grace subdues my lusts within. 3 'Tis grace that sweetens ev'ry cross, 'Tis grace supports in ev'ry loss; In Jesus' grace my soul is strong-- Grace is my hope and Christ my song. 4 'Tis grace defends when danger's near; And 'tis by grace I persevere; 'Tis grace constrains my soul to love-- Free grace is all they sing above. 5 Through endless years of grace I'll sing, Adore and bless my heavenly King; I'll cast my crown before His throne, Saved by His sov'reign grace alone. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM (All Saints)