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Our God, our Help in ages past

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #177 (1908) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Our God, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, Our Shelter from the stormy blast, and our eternal Home! 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, For aye wilt be the same. 4 A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 Our God, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, Be Thou our Guard while troubles last, And our eternal Home! Languages: English

Jesus, priceless Treasure

Author: Johann Franck; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #280 (1908) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Jesus, priceless Treasure, Source of purest pleasure, Truest friend to me. O how long I've panted, And my heart hath fainted, Thirsting, Lord, for Thee! Thine I am, Thou spotless Lamb, I will suffer nought to hide Thee, Nought I ask beside Thee. 2 In Thine arms I rest me; Foes who would molest me Cannot reach me here; Though the earth be shaking, Every heart be quaking, Jesus calms my fear; Sin and hell, in conflict fell, With their bitter storms assail me, Jesus will not fail me. 3 Satan, lo! I brave thee, Hell, thou shalt not have me, Fear I cast away! Tread, O world, thy mazes, I shall sing my praises Safe, serene alway. Jesus' arm keeps me from harm; Earth and hell o'ercome must hide them, Howsoe'er they pride them. 4 Wealth, I will not heed thee, For I do not need thee, Jesus is my choice; Honors, ye may glisten, But I will not listen To your tempting voice; Pain or loss, nor shame nor cross, E'er to leave my Lord shall move me, Since He deigns to love me. 5 Farewell, thou who choosest Earth, and heaven refusest, Thou wilt tempt in vain; Farewell, sins, nor blind me, Get ye all behind me, Come not forth again: Past your hour, O pride and power; Worldly life, thy bonds I sever, Farewell now forever! 6 Hence, all fears and sadness, For the Lord of gladness, Jesus, enters in: They who love the Father, Though the storms may gather, Still have peace within; Yea, whate'er I here must bear, Still in Thee lies purest pleasure, Jesus, priceless treasure! Languages: English Tune Title: FREYBERG (Jesu, meine Freude)

Back to the Cross I go again

Author: Rev. Henry Albert Becker Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #477 (1908) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Back to the Cross I go again, So oft as I have sinned; To sing again the glad refrain, That Jesus is my Friend: Hard by the Cross, where not a soul Has ever been cast out, I prostrate fall, confessing all, And banish ev'ry doubt. Hard by the Cross, where not a soul Has ever been cast out, I prostrate fall, confessing all And banish ev'ry doubt. 2 Back to the Cross my prayer and praise At early dawn I bring; And there His grace in joyful lays My heart in peace shall sing: Hard by the Cross at eventide, When all my work is done, Secure I hide in His cleft side My failures every one. Hard by the Cross at eventide, When all my work is done, Secure I hide in Hid cleft side My failures every one. 3 Back to the Cross, where open arms Receive my troubled heart; And where no harms, or dire alarms, Their cares to me impart, Hard by the Cross let me recline, And rest, O Christ, on this: That Thou art mine and I am Thine-- Thy will is, me to bless. Hard by the Cross let me recline And rest, O Christ on this: That Thou art mine and I am Thine-- Thy will is, me to bless. 4 Back to the Cross in haste I go With each returning day: For well I know, His blood doth flow To wash my sin away: Hard by the Cross each day I rest, And learn at Jesus' feet My King's behest, --till with the blest In their sweet home I meet, Hard by the Cross each day I rest, And learn at Jesus' feet My King's behest,--till with the blest In their sweet home I meet. Languages: English Tune Title: BACK TO THE CROSS

Ye who profess the Lord to love

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #LVIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Ye who profess the Lord to love, Let all your lives and actions prove, With pure desires and ardent zeal, Attach'd to Christ to do his will. 2 Walk ye in love as christians ought, Remember ye are dearly bought, And ransom'd with the greatest price, When Jesus died our sacrifice. 3 A sacrifice of sweetest smell As pleas'd the righteous father well, When his dear precious blood was spilt, It then atton'd for all our guilt. 4 Amazing love beyond degree! No great love could ever be, O christians take this love in view! And learn what sovereign love can do. 5 This love renews the soul within, And makes the mind avers'd to sin; All works of darkness are denied Reprov'd, condemn'd and mortified. Scripture: Ephesians 5:1-9 Languages: English

To our Redeemer's glorious Name

Author: Anna Steele Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #66a (1908) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 To our Redeemer's glorious name Awake the sacred song! O may His love, immortal flame! Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 2 His love what mortal thought can reach! What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left His radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die! Was ever love like this? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to Thee; May every heart with rapture say, "The Savior died for me!" 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love Thy charming Name, And join the sacred song! Languages: English Tune Title: SWANWICK

To our Redeemer's glorious Name

Author: Anna Steele Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #66b (1908) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 To our Redeemer's glorious Name Awake the sacred song! O may His love, immortal flame! Tune ev'ry heart and tongue, Tune ev'ry heart and tongue, Amen. 2 His love what mortal thought can reach? What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left His radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, And came to earth to bleed and die-- Was ever love like this? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to Thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Savior died for me!" 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue, Till strangers love Thy charming Name, And join the sacred song! Languages: English Tune Title: AVON

O salig den, Guda Ord har hørt

Hymnal: Kirkesalmebog #87 (1893) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent High Mass Lyrics: 1 O, salig den, Guds Ord har hørt, Bevaret og til Nytte ført! Han daglig Visdom lærte; Fra Lys til Lys han vandre kan, Og har i Livets Prøvestand En Salve for sit Hjerte Mod al sin Nød og Smerte. 2 Guds Ord det er min rige Skat, Min Sol i Sorgens mørke Nat, Mit Sværd i Troens Krige; Guds Finger selv i Ordet skrev Min Barne-Ret, mit Arve-Brev; Den Skrift skal aldrig svige: Kom, arv et evigt Rige! 3 Jeg gik som til et dækket Bord Idag og Hørte herrens Ord, Og Sjælen sanked Føde. Gid Troen derved vokse saa, At Troens Frugt ei favnes maa Naar jeg for ham skal møde, Som for os alle døde! Languages: Norwegian

O salig den, Guda Ord har hørt

Author: Joh. N. Brun Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #87 (1897) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent High Mass Lyrics: 1 O, salig den, Guds Ord har hørt, Bevaret og til Nytte ført! Han daglig Visdom lærte; Fra Lys til Lys han vandre kan, Og har i Livets Prøvestand En Salve for sit Hjerte Mod al sin Nød og Smerte. 2 Guds Ord det er min rige Skat, Min Sol i Sorgens mørke Nat, Mit Sværd i Troens Krige; Guds Finger selv i Ordet skrev Min Barne-Ret, mit Arve-Brev; Den Skrift skal aldrig svige: Kom, arv et evigt Rige! 3 Jeg gik som til et dækket Bord Idag, og Hørte herrens Ord, Og Sjælen sanked Føde. Gid Troen derved vokse saa, At Troens Frugt ei favnes maa Naar jeg for ham skal møde, Som for os alle døde! Languages: Norwegian

Saa skal dog Satans Rige

Hymnal: Psalmebog, udgiven af Synoden for den norske evangelisk-lutherske Kirke i Amerika (2nd ed.) #181 (1890) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Saa skal dog Satans Rige Aldeles kastes om, Gud vil det selv bekrige Ved Jesu Magt og Dom; Han skal evindelig Med al sin Magt beskjæmmes, Ja ved Guds Finger tæmmes, Og haaanlig pakke sig. 2 Om han end Mund og Mæle Med sine Helvedbaand Bestrikke kan og kvæle, Dog kan vor Jesu Haand Hans Knuder løse snart, At og den Stummes Tunge Skal tale og udsjunge Guds Lov med Himmel-Art. 3 Sin Fæstning maa han rømme Og skamfuld vige bort, Gud holder ham i Tømme Og gjør ham Stien kort; Hans Helvedvaaden maa Ei Sjælen Skade gjøre, Gud kan ham dem afføre, Han agter dem som Straa. 4 O Jesu, o du kjender, Hvor ofte Satan dag Min Fæstning hart berender, At bringe mig i Aag, Hvert Lem og Ledemod Han trædskelig bestrider, Sig ind ved Synden glider I Sandser Kjød og Blod. 5 Nu vil han Tungen binde, Den Gud ei prise skal; Nu vil han Øiet blinde, At jeg i Mørkheds Dal Ei Naadens Lys skal se; Nu døver han mit Øre, Jeg ei Guds Ord skal høre, At lindre Sjælens Ve. 6 Jeg dagligdags vil gjøre Et Hjertens Fodefald, At han min Bøn vil høre Og Sukke uden Tal, At han med Jesu Blod Mig daglig vil bestænke, Og Satans Magt forkrænke, Og rykke den af Rod. 7 Gud, lad ei Vellyst feie Gudsfrygt udaf mit Sind, At Satan ei skal eie Og tage Hjertet ind, Gud lad dit søde Ris Mig heller daglig snerte, Dig plante i mit Hjerte Til evig Lov og Pris. 8 Du bør og ene have Mit Hjertes hele Bo, Kom, Jesu, tag den Gave, Og styrk mig i min Tro! O Gud, mig selv bered, Og aabne saa mit Øre, At jeg dit Ord kan høre Min Sjæl til Salighed! Languages: Norwegian

Den onde Aand

Hymnal: Psalmebog, udgiven af Synoden for den norske evangelisk-lutherske Kirke i Amerika (2nd ed.) #182 (1890) Topics: Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Den onde Aand Og Djævel maa dog bort, Ja alle Baand Bed Jesu Ord og Aand Briste over snart og kort; Han aldrig er i hans Værk End saa stærk, Han for Guds Finger maa Jo skjælve og forgaa; Synes end hans Skandse fast, Han ved Jesum i en Hast Bliver af sin Fæstning kast. 2 O Jesu, som Til Verden kommen er, At kaste om Al Satans herredom, Med din Hjælp vær altid nær, At Satan ei med sin magt Og sin Agt Skal nogen Bolig faa Udi mit Hjertes Braa; Lad mit Hjerte lukkes saa, At hans Pile overgaa, Lad mig i Guds Harnisk staa! Languages: Norwegian