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He Who Has Helped Me Hitherto

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #213 (1927) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 He who has helped me hitherto Will be my help forever His grace to me each morn is new, His mercy ceases never. All things are spread before His eyes; In love He hears His children's cries, His care on them bestowing. 2 The stormy sea, the darkest wave, The winter sorely pressing, The deepest grief, the gloomy grave, The memories distressing, Are helpful means in God's employ, Who turns our weeping into joy And leads us by His counsel. 3 When resting in God's mighty hands, Our hearts are filled with gladness, Then broken are all earthly bands That cause us grief and sadness, And opened are the portals wide To God's own house, where saints abide, Where flows the fount eternal. 4 May yet our clay to earth belong, Our souls shall soar on pinions, On words of God, forever young, To heaven's fair dominions, And, viewing from this lofty height The world's distress and sorry plight, We find sweet consolation. 5 And let the world our faith but scorn And earthly treasure gather, We know that we are heaven-born And heirs of God, our Father; We greet His summons with a smile, Our clay shall in a little while Receive the wings of eagles. Topics: Trust and Confidence Languages: English Tune Title: [He who has helped me hitherto]
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He Who Has Helped Me Hitherto

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #213 (1928) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 He who has helped me hitherto Will be my help forever. His grace to me each morn is new, His mercy ceases never. All things are spread before His eyes; In love He hears His children's cries, His care on them bestowing. 2 The stormy sea, the darkest wave, The winter sorely pressing, The deepest grief, the gloomy grave, The memories distressing, Are helpful means in God's employ, Who turns our weeping into joy And leads us by His counsel. 3 When resting in God's mighty hands, Our hearts are filled with gladness, Then broken are all earthly bands That cause us grief and sadness, And opened are the portals wide To God's own house, where saints abide, Where flows the fount eternal. 4 May yet our clay to earth belong, Our souls shall soar on pinions, On words of God forever young, To heaven's fair dominions, And, viewing from this lofty height The world's distress and sorry plight, We find sweet consolation. 5 And let the world our faith but scorn And earthly treasure gather, We know that we are heaven-born And heirs of God, our Father; We greet His summons with a smile, Our clay shall in a little while Receive the wings of eagles. Topics: Trust and Confidence Languages: English Tune Title: [He who has helped me hitherto]
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He Who Has Helped Me Hitherto

Author: P. C. Paulsen; N. F. S. Grundtvig Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #291 (1930) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 He who has helped me hitherto Will be my help forever; His grace to me each morn is new, His mercy ceases never. All things are spread before His eyes; In love He hears His children's cries, His care on them bestowing. 2 The stormy sea, the darkest wave, The winter sorely pressing, The deepest grief, the gloomy grave, The memories distressing, Are helpful means in God's employ, Who turns our weeping into joy And leads us by His counsel. 3 When resting in God's mighty hands, Our hearts are filled with gladness, Then broken are all earthly bands That cause us grief and sadness, And opened are the portals wide To God's own house, where saints abide, Where flows the fount eternal. 4 Tho' still our clay to earth belong, On words of God, as pinions, Our souls shall soar, forever young, To heaven's fair dominions; And, safe upon that lofty height, From earth's distress and sorry plight, Shall find sweet consolation. 5 What though the world our faith do scorn And earthly treasure gather, We know that we are heaven-born And heirs of God, our Father; We greet His summons with a smile: Our clay shall in a little while Receive the wings of eagles. Topics: The Christian Life Cross and Comfort Languages: English Tune Title: WINDING

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