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Lightly Bound My Bosom, Ringing

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Matthias Loy Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12360 Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Lyrics: 1 Lightly bound my bosom, ringing Joyous lays, when in praise Angels all are singing, List! O list the swelling chorus: "Christ is born!" this fair morn Fills the welkin o’er us. 2 Forth today the Conqueror goeth, Who the foe, sin and woe, Death and hell o’erthroweth. God with man becomes united, Flesh is made for our aid, Healing all that’s blighted. 3 Shall we still dread God’s displeasure, Who to save freely gave Us His dearest treasure? Who from all the ills that grieve us In His love from above Sends Him to relieve us? 4 Should He, who Himself imparted, Aught withhold from the fold, Leave us broken-hearted? Should the Son of God not love us, Who to cheer sufferers here Left His throne above us? 5 If our blessèd Lord and Maker Hated men, would He then Be of flesh partaker? If He in our woe delighted, Would He bear all the care Of our race benighted? 6 He becomes the Lamb that taketh Sin away, and for aye Full atonement maketh. For our life His own He tenders, And our race, by His grace, Meet for glory renders. 7 Lowly lies He in the manger, And to all sends the call: "Ye are freed from anger— Cease your wailing in your weakness, All your stains, all your pains, I have borne in meekness." 8 Come, then, banish all your sadness, One and all, great and small, Come with songs of gladness; Love Him who with love is glowing, View the star, near and far Light and joy bestowing. 9 Ye whose anguish knew no measure, Grieve no more, see the door To celestial pleasure: Come, He will your journey gladden To the rest of the blest, Where no sin shall sadden. 10 Ye whom conscience sorely troubles, All whose toil, pain to foil, But its wrath redoubles, Hither come with all your bruises, Here is One who to none Healing balm refuses. 11 Come all ye whom want oppresses, Here behold gems and gold, All He freely blesses. Come and taste that He is gracious— To our hearts He imparts Jewels rare and precious. 12 Let me in my arms receive Thee, On Thy breast let me rest, Savior, ne’er to leave Thee! Since Thou hast Thyself presented Now to me, I shall be Evermore contented. 13 Now that Thou my nature wearest Guilt no more racks me sore— Thou its burden bearest. Now from every spot and wrinkle I am free, since Thou me With Thy blood dost sprinkle. 14 I am pure in Thee, believing, From Thy store evermore Richest robes receiving. In my heart I will enfold Thee, Treasure rare! Let me there Raptured ever hold Thee! 15 Thee I will depart from never While I’ve breath, nor shall death From Thy love me sever! And in Heav’n, by saints surrounded, I shall be still with Thee, Tasting bliss unbounded! Languages: English Tune Title: EBELING
Lightly Bound My Bosom, Ringing
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Lightly bound my bosom, ringing

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a27 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Lightly bound my bosom, ringing Joyous lays, when in praise Angels all are singing. List! O list the swelling chorus: "Christ is born!" this fair morn Fills the welkin o'er us. 2 Forth to-day the Conq'uror goeth, Who the foe, sin and woe, Death and hell o'erthroweth. God with man becomes united, Flesh is made for our aid, Healing all that's blighted. 3 Shall we still dread God's displeasure, Who to save freely gave Us His dearest Treasure? Who from all the ills that grieve us In His love from above Sends Him to relieve us? 4 Should He, who Himself imparted, Aught withhold from the fold, Leave us broken-hearted? Should the Son of God not love us, Who to cheer suff'rers here Left His throne above us? 5 If our blessed Lord and Maker Hated men, would He then Be of flesh partaker? If He in our woe delighted Would He bear all the care Of our race benighted? 6 He becomes the Lamb that taketh Sin away, and for aye Full atonement maketh. For our life His own He tenders, And our race, by His grace, Meet for glory renders. 7 Lowly lies He in the manger, And to all sends the call: Ye are freed from anger-- Cease your wailing in your weakness, All your stains, all your pains, I have bourne in meekness. 8 Come, then, banish all your sadness, One and all, great and small, Come with songs of gladness; Love Him who with love is glowing, View the star near and far Light and joy bestowing. 9 Ye whose anguish knew no measure, Grieve no more, see the door To celestial pleasure: Come, He will your journey gladden To the rest of the blest, Where no sin shall sadden. 10 Ye whom conscience sorely troubles, All whose toil, pain to foil, But its wrath redoubles, Hither come with all your bruises, Here is One who to none Healing balm refuses. 11 Come all ye whom want oppresses, Here behold gems and gold, All He freely blesses. Come and taste that He is gracious-- To our hearts He imparts Jewels rare and precious. 12 Let me in my arms receive Thee, On Thy breast let me rest, Savior, ne'er to leave Thee! Since thou hast Thyself presented Now to me, I shall be Evermore contented. 13 Now that Thou my nature wearest Guilt no more racks me sore-- Thou its burden bearest. Now from every spot and wrinkle I am free, since Thou me With Thy blood dost sprinkle. 14 I am pure in Thee, believing, From Thy store evermore Richest robes receiving. In my heart I will enfold Thee, Treasure rare! Let me there Raptured ever hold Thee! 15 Thee I will depart from never While I've breath, nor shall death From Thy love me sever! And in heaven, by saints surrounded, I shall be still with Thee, Tasting bliss unbounded! Topics: The Church Year Christmas Languages: English
Lightly bound my bosom, ringing
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Lightly bound my bosom, ringing

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #27 (1880) Lyrics: 1 Lightly bound my bosom, ringing Joyous lays, when in praise Angels all are singing. List! O list the swelling chorus: "Christ is born!" this fair morn Fills the welkin o'er us. 2 Forth to-day the Conq'uror goeth, Who the foe, sin and woe, Death and hell o'erthroweth. God with man becomes united, Flesh is made for our aid, Healing all that's blighted. 3 Shall we still dread God's displeasure, Who to save freely gave Us His dearest Treasure? Who from all the ills that grieve us In His love from above Sends Him to relieve us? 4 Should He, who Himself imparted, Aught withhold from the fold, Leave us broken-hearted? Should the Son of God not love us, Who to cheer suff'rers here Left His throne above us? 5 If our blessed Lord and Maker Hated men, would He then Be of flesh partaker? If He in our woe delighted Would He bear all the care Of our race benighted? 6 He becomes the Lamb that taketh Sin away, and for aye Full atonement maketh. For our life His own He tenders, And our race, by His grace, Meet for glory renders. 7 Lowly lies He in the manger, And to all sends the call: Ye are freed from anger-- Cease your wailing in your weakness, All your stains, all your pains, I have bourne in meekness. 8 Come, then, banish all your sadness, One and all, great and small, Come with songs of gladness; Love Him who with love is glowing, View the star near and far Light and joy bestowing. 9 Ye whose anguish knew no measure, Grieve no more, see the door To celestial pleasure: Come, He will your journey gladden To the rest of the blest, Where no sin shall sadden. 10 Ye whom conscience sorely troubles, All whose toil, pain to foil, But its wrath redoubles, Hither come with all your bruises, Here is One who to none Healing balm refuses. 11 Come all ye whom want oppresses, Here behold gems and gold, All He freely blesses. Come and taste that He is gracious-- To our hearts He imparts Jewels rare and precious. 12 Let me in my arms receive Thee, On Thy breast let me rest, Savior, ne'er to leave Thee! Since thou hast Thyself presented Now to me, I shall be Evermore contented. 13 Now that Thou my nature wearest Guilt no more racks me sore-- Thou its burden bearest. Now from every spot and wrinkle I am free, since Thou me With Thy blood dost sprinkle. 14 I am pure in Thee, believing, From Thy store evermore Richest robes receiving. In my heart I will enfold Thee, Treasure rare! Let me there Raptured ever hold Thee! 15 Thee I will depart from never While I've breath, nor shall death From Thy love me sever! And in heaven, by saints surrounded, I shall be still with Thee, Tasting bliss unbounded! Topics: The Church Year Christmas Languages: English
Lightly bound my bosom, ringing
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Lightly bound my bosom, ringing

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #27 (1908) Lyrics: 1 Lightly bound my bosom, ringing Joyous lays, when in praise Angels all are singing, List! O list the swelling chorus: "Christ is born!" this fair morn Fills the welkin o'er us. 2 Forth to-day the Conq'uror goeth, Who the foe, sin and woe, Death and hell o'erthroweth. God with man becomes united, Flesh is made for our aid, Healing all that's blighted. 3 Shall we still dread God's displeasure, Who to save freely gave Us His dearest Treasure? Who from all the ills that grieve us In His love from above Sends Him to relieve us? 4 Should He, who Himself imparted, Aught withhold from the fold, Leave us broken-hearted? Should the Son of God not love us, Who to cheer suff'rers here Left His throne above us? 5 If our blessed Lord and Maker Hated men, would He then Be of flesh partaker? If He in our woe delighted, Would He bear all the care Of our race benighted? 6 He becomes the Lamb that taketh Sin away, and for aye Full atonement maketh. For our life His own He tenders, And our race, by His grace, Meet for glory renders. 7 Lowly lies He in the manger, And to all sends the call: Ye are freed from anger-- Cease your wailing in your weakness, All your stains, all your pains, I have bourne in meekness. 8 Come, then, banish all your sadness, One and all, great and small, Come with songs of gladness; Love Him who with love is glowing, View the star, near and far Light and joy bestowing. 9 Ye whose anguish knew no measure, Grieve no more, see the door To celestial pleasure: Come, He will your journey gladden To the rest of the blest, Where no sin shall sadden. 10 Ye whom conscience sorely troubles, All whose toil, pain to foil, But its wrath redoubles, Hither come with all your bruises, Here is One who to none Healing balm refuses. 11 Come all ye whom want oppresses, Here behold gems and gold, All He freely blesses. Come and taste that He is gracious-- To our hearts He imparts Jewels rare and precious. 12 Let me in my arms receive Thee, On Thy breast let me rest, Savior, ne'er to leave Thee! Since Thou hast Thyself presented Now to me, I shall be Evermore contented. 13 Now that Thou my nature wearest Guilt no more racks me sore-- Thou its burden bearest. Now from every spot and wrinkle I am free, since Thou me With Thy blood dost sprinkle. 14 I am pure in Thee, believing, From Thy store evermore Richest robes receiving. In my heart I will enfold Thee, Treasure rare! Let me there Raptured ever hold Thee! 15 Thee I will depart from never While I've breath, nor shall death From Thy love me sever! And in heaven, by saints surrounded, I shall be still with Thee, Tasting bliss unbounded! Topics: The Church Year Christmas Languages: English Tune Title: LÜNEBURG (Warum sollt' ich mich denn graemen)
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