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Guds Aand, som Jesu Vidner kan

Author: Jens Nimb Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #438 (1919) Topics: Fifth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Guds Aand, som Jesu Vidner kan Nyt Maal og Mæle give, At Kristi Ord i alle Land Vidt om kan udbredt blive: Vi Underkraft begjære ei, Men at du os paa Sandheds Vei Vil lære, lede, drive! 2 Du Livets Aand, giv Liv i dem, Som ere synde-døde, Du Himmel-Ild, driv Sikre frem, I Bod sin Gud at møde! Du Naadens Aand, giv Troen Kraft, Og lad din Dug og friske Saft Til Frugt os gjennembløde! 3 Giv Rigdom i dit Livsens Ord, Giv Visdoms Raad tillige! Giv Kraft, at vi paa denne Jord Fra Jesu Fjed ei vige! Hjælp Herrens Navn at bred ud, Og have, hvor vi gaar med Gud, I Hjertet Himmerige. Languages: Norwegian
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Din, o Jesus, din at være

Author: Theo. Oldenburg Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #483 (1919) Topics: Fifth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Din, o Jesus, din at være, Er min Lyst og all min Ære, Din i Liv og din i Død; Derfor vil jeg gjennemstride, I dit Fodspor vil jeg skride, Finde Kampens Time sød. 2 Ja, jeg veed, kun den kan finde Ærens Krans, hvor du er inde, Ærens Krans og Livets Fred, Som, trods alle Livets Farer, Fiendens Svig og Mørkets Snarer, Trolig gaar i dinne Fjed. 3 Under Korset vil jeg træde, Være det med stille Glæde, Korset, Frelser! som er dit; Gaar min Vei i mørke Dale, Dog mit Maal i Himlens Sale Skuer Øiet fro og frit. 4 Før mig kun, hvor Døden truer, Før mig gjennem Trængsels Luer, Gjennem Storm paa vilden Hav, Som du vil, o Jesus kjære, Naar kun du, kun du vil være Selv min stærke Støttestav! 5 Af din Naades Lys omstraalet, Led mig selv paa Vei til Maalet, Mens jeg vandrer her paa Jord! Og, naar Korsets Tid er omme, Til din Himmel lad mig komme, Hvor i Herlighed du bor! Languages: Norwegian
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Mig tjener alle Ting til Gavn

Author: Kingo Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #485 (1919) Topics: Fifth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Mig tjener alle Ting til Gavn, Naar jeg kun frygter Herrens Navn, Det Onde virker mig til Godt, til evig Ære Verdens Spot, Af Verdens Galde kan jeg faa En Himmel-Flod og Glædes Aa. 2 Den Sten, man kaster mig i Vei, Gaar jeg omkring og agter ei, Hvert Rænkespind og Snæregarn Gjør Gud til spindelvæv og Skarn; Des mer min Uven gjør mig Harm, Des mer jeg kryber Gud i Barm. 3 Hvad Armod, Svaghed, daglig Brøst Gud sender mig, saa er min Trøst: Han veed, hvad bdst mig tjene kan, Brød eller Nød, Vin eller Vand; Jeg faar, hvad han mig tjenlight ser, Hvad vil jeg da i Verden mer? 4 Og om jeg ei mit Ønske naar I samme Time, Dag og Aar, Som Hjertet daarlig siger til, Og efter Kjødets Tanke vil, Guds Himmel-Seierværk ei staar, Udi hans Tid min Tarv jeg faar. 5 Saa frygt din Gud af Hjertens Grund, O, kjære Sjæl, lad Haand og Mund Og Hjerte følges altid ad, Vær til Guds Gjerning frisk og glad; Frygt Gud, og vid, at al Ting maa Til Salighed dig virke paa! Languages: Norwegian
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Wake, awake, for night is flying

Author: Philipp Nicolai Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #508 (1913) Meter: 8.9.8.8.9.8.6.6.4.4.4.8 Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Wake, awake, for night is flying: The watchmen on the heights are crying, Awake, Jerusalem, arise! Midnight's solemn hour is tolling, His chariot wheels are nearer rolling; He comes; prepare, ye virgins wise. Rise up; with willing feet Go forth, the Bridegroom meet; Hallelujah! Bear through the night your well-trimmed light. Speed forth to join the marriage rite. 2 Zion hears the watchmen singing, Her heart with deep delight is springing, At once she wakes, she hastens glorious, In grace arrayed, by truth victorious; Her grief is joy, her night is day: All hail, incarnate Lord, Our crown, and our reward! Hallelujah! We hast alone, in pomp of song, And gladsome join the marriage throng. 3 Hear Thy praise, O Lord, ascending From tongues of men and angels, blending With harp and lute and psaltery. By Thy pearly gates in wonder We stand, and swell the voice of thunder, In bursts of choral melody: No vision ever brought, No ear hath ever caught, Such bliss and joy: We raise the song, we swell the throng, To praise Thee ages all along. Tune Title: [Wake, awake, for night is flying]
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Jesus Christ, my sure defense

Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #509 (1913) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus Christ, my sure defense And my Savior, ever liveth; Knowing this; my confidence Rests upon the hope it giveth, Though the night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. 2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives! I, too, unto life shall waken: He will have me where He is; Shall my courage then be shaken? Shall I fear? Or can the Head Rise and leave its members dead? 3 Nay, too closely am I bound Unto Him by hope for ever; Faith's strong hand the rock hath found, Grasped it, and will leave it never; Not the ban of death can part From its Lord the trusting heart. 4 I shall see God with these eyes, Shall behold my blessed Savior; I, the selfsame, shall arise, In my flesh see god forever; Then shall wholly disappear Frailties that oppress me here. 5 What now sickens, mourns, and sighs, Christ with Him in glory bringeth: Earthly is the seed and dies, Heavenly from the grave it springeth. Glorified we then shall rise To our mansion in the skies. 6 Savior, draw away our heart Now from pleasures base and hollow, Let us there with Thee have part, Here on earth Thy footsteps follow. Fix our hearts beyond the skies, Whither we ourselves would rise. Tune Title: [Jesus Christ, my sure defense]
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O'er the distant mountains breaking

Author: J.S.B. Monsell Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #510 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O’er the distant mountains breaking, Comes the reddening dawn of day; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray; ’Tis thy Savior, On His bright returning way. 2 O Thou Long-expected, weary Waits my anxious soul for Thee, Life is dark, and earth is dreary, When Thy light I do not see; O my Savior, When wilt Thou return to me? 3 Nearer is my soul’s salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me, in my lowly station, Watching for Thee, till I stand, O my Savior, In Thy bright, Thy promised land. 4 With my lamp well trimmed and burning, Swift to hear and slow to roam, Watching for Thy glad returning To restore me to my home. Come, my Savior, Thou hast promised, quickly come. Tune Title: [O'er the distant mountains breaking]
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Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come

Author: J. Walther Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #511 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come; Ye wedding-guests, draw near,And slumber not in sin when He, The Son of God, is here. With lamps alight and oil in store, let every guest advance, Nor shrink ashamed in trembling awe From His bright countenance. 2 Come, let us haste to meet our Lord, And hail Him with delight, Who saved us by His precious blood And sorrows infinite: Beside Him all the patriarchs old And holy prophets stand, The glorious apostolic choir, The noble martyr-band. 3 As brethren dear they welcome us, And lead us to the throne, Where angels bow their veiléd heads Before the Three in One, Where we, with all the saints of Christ, A white-robed multitude, Shall praise the ascended Lord, who deigns To wear our flesh and blood. 4 His gracious hand will ope for us The gates of paradise, And spread the glories of His heaven Before our dazzled eyes: Our lot will be for aye to share His reign of peace above, And drink with unexhausted joy The river of His love. Tune Title: [Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come]
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Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night

Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #512 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Behold the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night, And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is burning bright; But woe to that dull servant, whom the Master shall surprise With lamp untrimmed, unburning and with slumber in his eyes. 2 Do thou, my soul, beware, beware lest thou in sleep sink down, Lest thou be given o’er to death, and lose the golden crown; But see that thou be sober, with a watchful eye, and thus Cry, "Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy upon us!" 3 That day, the day of fear, shall come; my soul, slack not thy toil, But light thy lamp, and feed it well, and make it bright with oil; Who knowest not how soon may sound the cry at eventide, "Behold the Bridegroom comes! Arise! He come to meet the Bride!" 4 Beware, my soul! take thou good heed lest thou in slumber lie, And, like the five, remain without, and knock, and vainly cry; But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, and Christ shall gird thee on His own bright wedding robe of light,--the glory of the Son. Tune Title: [Behold the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night]
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O what terror in thy forethought

Author: Peter Damian, d. 1072; John Mason Neale Hymnal: Church Book #543 (1890) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Twenty Fifth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O what terror in thy forethought, Ending scene of mortal life! Heart is sickened, reins are loosened, Thrills each nerve, with terror rife, When the anxious heart depicteth All the anguish of the strife! 2 Christ, unconquered King of glory! Thou my wretched soul relieve In that last extremest terror When the body she must leave: Let the Accuser of the brethren O'er me then no power receive! 3 Let the Prince of darkness vanish, And Gehenna's legions fly! Shepherd, Thou Thy sheep, thus ransomed, To Thy country lead on high, Where for ever in fruition I may see Thee eye to eye! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETER'S
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When my last hour is close at hand

Author: Edgar Alfred Bowring; Nikolaus Hermann Hymnal: Church Book #547 (1890) Topics: Twenty Fifth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand, My last sad journey taken, Do Thou, Lord Jesus! by me stand, Let me not be forsaken. O Lord, my spirit I resign Into Thy loving hands divine; 'Tis safe within Thy keeping. 2 Countless as sands upon the shore, My sins may then appall me; Yet, though my conscience vex me sore, Despair shall not enthrall me: For as I draw my latest breath, I'll think, Lord Christ! upon Thy Death, And there find consolation. 3 I shall not in the grave remain, Since Thou death's bonds hast severed; But hope with Thee to rise again, From fear of death delivered, For where Thou art, there I shall be. That I may ever live with Thee: This is my joy in dying. 4 And so to Jesus Christ I'll go, My longing arms extending; So fall asleep in slumber deep, Slumber that knows no ending, Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son, Opens the gates of bliss, leads on To heaven, to life eternal. Languages: English Tune Title: WENN MEIN STÜNDLEIN VORHANDEN IST

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