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Om Salighed og Glæde

Author: Anders Arrebo Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Om Salighed og Glæde Der nu skal synges frit I de Forløstes Sæde Og Guds Pauluner vidt; Thi ved Guds høire Haand Er Kristus høit ophøiet, Ham Seier stor tilføiet, Han Døden overvandt. 2 Mens han er saa i Live, Da Dø vi ingenlund, Men skulle frelste blive, Fortælle Guds Miskund; Om vi end refses saa, Vi lægges ned i Grave, Dog skal vi Livet have, Udødelig opstaa. 3 Den Kirkesten grundfaste, Den Herre Jesus Krist, De Bygningsmænd forkaste, Men han er bleven vist Til Hoved-Hjørnesten For Kirken Guds paa Jorde, Den Gjerning Herren gjorde, Des undres hver og en! 4 Dig, Jesus Krist, ske Ære, Som kom i Herrens Navn! Guds Folk velsignet være Af Herrens Hus og Stavn! Vi takke hver for sig Den Herre overmaade, Thi hans Miskund og Naade Staar fast evindelig.

Bliv hos os, Mester, Dagen helder!

Author: Caspar Boye Appears in 9 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Bliv hos os, Mester, Dagen helder! Saa bad i Emmaus de To. O Trøst, som Skriften mig fortæller, Du blev, du gave dem Hjertero! Hør ogsaa os, o du Guds Søn! Vi bede just den samme Bøn. 2 Bliv hos os med din Aand tilstede, O Mester, hver en Aftenstund! At vi den rette Bøn maa bede, For Øiet lukker sig i Blund, Med ydmygt Suk for Hjertets Brøst, Med Haab om Naadens Himmeltrøst. 3 Bliv hos os, Mester, med din Glæde, Naar Lykkens Aftensol gaar ned; Naar Smertens Dug vil Kinden væde, Da styrk os i Tallmodighed! Fortæl os om din egen Ve, At du lod Herrens Vilje ske! 4 Bliv hos os du, naar Dagen helder, Den sidste Livets tunge Dag, Naar Dødens Nat med Magt udvælder Og Frygt og Sorg gjør fælles Sag; Med Troens Skjold udruste du Den bange Sjæl mod Dødens Gru! 5 Mens Verdens Trøst da intet kvæger, Du holder Nadverd her med os, Vi drikke Kraft af Naadens Bæger. Og byde Mørkets Magter Trods. Med brustet Blik, med freidigt Sind, Vi skue klart i Himlen ind.

O Christ, our true and only Light

Author: John Heermann; Miss Winkworth Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 95 hymnals Topics: Epiphany; Epiphany, Second Sunday; Epiphany, Sixth Sunday; Third Sunday after Trinity; Tenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Christ, our true and only Light, Illumine those who sit in night; Let those afar now hear Thy voice, And in Thy fold with us rejoice. 2 Fill with the radiance of Thy grace The souls now lost in error's maze, And all, O Lord, whose secret minds, Some dark delusion hurts and blinds. 3 And all who else have strayed from Thee, O gently seek! Thy healing be To every wounded conscience given, And let them also share Thy heaven. 4 O make the deaf to hear Thy Word, And teach the dumb to speak, dear Lord, Who dare not yet the faith avow, Though secretly they hold it now. 5 Shine on the darkened and the cold, Recall the wanderers to Thy fold, Unite those now who walk apart, Confirm the weak and doubting heart. 6 So they with us may evermore Such grace with wondering thanks adore, And endless praise to Thee be given, By all Thy Church in earth and heaven. Used With Tune: HERR JESU CHRIST, MEIN'S LEBENS LICHT

Skal Kjærlighed sin Prøve staa

Author: Brorson Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Skal Kjærlighed sin Prøve staa Da maa den til din Fiende naa, At du er mild, naar han er vred, Det er en kristen Kjærlighed. 2 Den Lærdom er saa besk og sur Som Døden selv for vor Natur, Det synes alt for tungt og svart For Adams flintehaarde Art. 3 Dog gjelder her slet intet Nei, Saa sandt du vil den rette Vei; At elske dem, som elske dig, Det kan en Hedning magelig. 4 Men Jesus taler rene Ord, At Had i Hjertet er et Mord, Undskyldning gjelder ikke her, Din Fiende skal du have kjær. 5 Vil nogen side da: Jeg kan Ei elske ret min Avindsmand, Han vidner, at han ei forstaar, Hvad Jesu Kjærlighed formaar. 6 Men siger du: Jeg gjerne vil, Men finder ingen Kraft dertil, Da løb til Jesu Vunder hen, Saa tændes Kjærlighed igjen. 7 Lad Hjertet komme ind i Bod, Og smelte hen i Jesu Blod, Da bliver Kristi milde Sind I Sjælen deilig prentet ind. 8 Naar vi med aandsoplyst Forstand Vor Jesu Hjerte skue kan, Hvor han for sine Fiender bad, Da de kun stod og lo derad; 9 Naar vi betænke, hvor han gik, Vor Sjæle-Hyrde, før han fik Os ud af Dødens Fare rykt, Hvor tidt og længe han har søgt; 10 Naar vi bese i Hjertets Grund De mange svare Syndens Pund, Som Gud saa gjerne os forlod For Jesu Pine, Død og Blod; 11 Naar Aanden gjør os dette klart, Da tændes udi Sjælen snart Den stærke Kjærlighedens Brand, At man sin Fiende elske kan. 12 Saa luestærk er Kjærlighed, Den slaar al Verdens Ilske ned, Og drager Sjælen ind til Gud, Da lære vi der femte Bud. 13 O lad mig hjertens-inderlig, Min søde Jesus, elske dig, Og komme dig i Troen nær, Saa faar jeg nok min Fiende kjær.

Sørger du endnu, min Sjæl!

Author: Benj. Schmolck; Brorson Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Sørger du endnu, min Sjæl! O nu, hvortil tjener Sorgen? Tro dog, Jesus vil dig vel, Skjønt hans Raad dig er forborgen: Ak, hvor ofte har hans Magt Roser ud af Torne bragt! 2 Kast kun Anker, her er Grund! Det er godt paa Gud at bygge; Har du Trang en liden Stund, O, det er dog kun en Skygge! Korset er in Overgang, Glæden bliver evig lang. 3 Kristi Vei er altid god, Ret og rigtig nok befunden, Han, som haver med sit Blod Til din Frelse sig forbunden; Tro dog da, at det er sandt, Mens du har saa stort et Pant! 4 Jesus giver Fryd og Graad, Det er ingen Slumpe-Lykke, Men vor Herres vise Raad, Lad det da dig ei mistykke! Vi og ti i Bøn og Tro. Det skal give Sjælen Ro! 5 Vist er Veien tung og trang Til at vandre for de Fromme, Skal vi blive fri engang, Faa vi dog den Vei at komme; Gjennem Ørken skal vi gaa, Saa er Kanaan at faa. 6 Derop da mit bange Sind, Hvor man Seiers Kranse finder! Og kun frisk i Kampen ind, Det har ingen Nød, jeg vinder! Thi jet er jo, Jesus, din– Saa er du og Himlen min.

Satan skal i Støvet trædes

Author: Johan Frantzen Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Satan skal i Støvet trædes Ængstet Hjerte atter glædes, Synge Herren Lov og Pris! Mangen Strid dog her mig venter, Før jeg Seirens Palme henter Evig i Guds Paradis. 2 Naar til mig den onde Frister, Falsk og fuld af Løgn sig lister, For at Føre mig i Fald: Hjælp, o hjælp mig, Frelser kjære, Sværd at bruge, Skjold at bære, Saa jeg ikke segne skal! 3 I mit Hjerte, paa min Tunge Lad dit Ord om Seier sjunge, Og til raabe Satan: vig! Medens Engle fra dit Rige I den haarde Stund nedstige, Paa dit Bud at tjene mig!

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish

Author: Thomas Moore Meter: 11.10 Appears in 1,073 hymnals Topics: The Cross and Comfort; The Cross and Comfort In Outward Suffering; Epiphany, Third Sunday; Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Come, you disconsolate, where'er yelanguish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;-- Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but Heaven can remove. Used With Tune: WEBBE

O for a thousand tongues to sing

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,768 hymnals Topics: Praise to Christ; Circumcision; Name of Christ; New Years Day; Sunday after New Year; Epiphany, Third Sunday; Sundays in Lent; Lent, Third Sunday; Passion Week; Twelfth Sunday after Trinity; Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity; Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace! 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy name. 3 Jesus, the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His Blood availed for me. 5 Look unto Him, ye nations; own Your God, ye fallen race; Look, and be saved through faith alone, Be justified by grace. 6 See all your sins on Jesus laid; The Lamb of God was slain: His soul was once an offering made For every soul of man. 7 Glory to God, and praise, and love, Be ever, ever given; By saints below and saints above, The Church in earth and heaven. Used With Tune: ST. MARTIN

How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds

Author: John Newton Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,663 hymnals Topics: Praise to Christ; Circumcision; Name of Christ; New Years Day; Epiphany, Third Sunday; Sundays in Lent; Second Sunday after Trinity; Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes our sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Dear Name! the Rock on which I build, My Shield and Hiding-place; My never-failing Treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace. 4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled: Satan accuses me in vain, And I am owned a child. 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But, when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought. 6 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of Thy Name Refresh my soul in death. Used With Tune: MARTYRDOM

Jesus! the very thought of Thee

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; Edward Caswall Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,043 hymnals Topics: Communion with Christ; Advent, Third Sunday; Circumcision; Name of Christ; New Years Day; Epiphany, Second Sunday; Epiphany, Third Sunday; Sundays in Lent; Second Sunday after Trinity; Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity; Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus! the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind! 3 O Hope of every contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek! 4 But what to those who find? ah, this Nor tongue nor pen can show; The Love of Jesus, what it is, None but His loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only Joy be Thou! As Thou our Prize wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, And through eternity! Used With Tune: REDHEAD, 66