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In heaven above, in heaven above

Author: William Maccall, 1812 - 88; Johan Astrom, 1767 - 1844; Laurentius Laurentii Laurinus, 1573 - 1655 Hymnal: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #146a (1958) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In heaven above, in heaven above, Where God our Father dwells, How boundless there the blessedness! No tongue its greatness tells; There face to face, and full and free, Ever and evermore we see-- We see the Lord of hosts! 2 In heaven above, in heaven above, What glory deep and bright! The splendor of the noonday sun Grows pale before its light; That mighty Sun that ne'er goes down, Before whose face clouds never frown, Is God the Lord of hosts. 3 In heaven above, in heaven above, No tears of pain are shed; For nothing e'er shall fade or die; Life’s fullness round is spread, And, like an ocean, joy o’erflows, And with immortal mercy glows Our God the Lord of hosts. 4 In heaven above, in heaven above, God hath a joy prepared, Which mortal ear hath never heard, Nor mortal vision shared, Which never entered mortal breast, By mortal lips was ne'er expressed, 'Tis God, the Lord of Hosts! Topics: The Church Year Saints' Days - Minor Festivals; The Life In Christ Comfort and Rest; The Life In Christ Life Everlasting Languages: English Tune Title: LAURINUS

I himmelen, i himmelen

Author: J. Åstöm; L. L. Laurinus, d. 1655 Hymnal: Svenska Psalm-Boken af År 1819 #486 (1892) Languages: Swedish Tune Title: [I himmelen, i himmelen]

In Heav'n Above

Author: Laurentius L. Laurenti; Johan Åström, 1676-1844; William Maccall Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2820 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: In Heav'n above, in Heav'n above Lyrics: 1. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above, Where God our Father dwells, How boundless there the blessèdness! No tongue its greatness tells; There face to face, and full and free, Ever and evermore we see— We see the Lord of hosts! 2. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above, What glory deep and bright! The splendor of the noonday sun Grows pale before its light; That mighty Sun that ne’er goes down, Before whose face clouds never frown, Is God the Lord of hosts. 3. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above, No tears of pain are shed; There nothing e’er shall fade or die; Life’s fullness round is spread, And, like an ocean, joy o’erflows, And with immortal mercy glows Our God the Lord of hosts. 4. In Heav’n above, in Heav’n above, God hath a joy prepared, Which mortal ear hath never heard, Nor mortal vision shared, Which never entered mortal breast, By mortal lips was ne’er expressed, ’Tis God, the Lord of hosts! Languages: English Tune Title: LAURINUS

In Heaven Above, In Heaven Above

Author: Wm. Maccall; Johan Astrom Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #317 (1930) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: In heav'n above, in heav'n above Lyrics: 1 In heav’n above, in heav’n above, Where God our Father dwells: How boundless there the blessedness! No tongue its greatness tells: There face to face, and full and free, We evermore our God shall see, Our God, the Lord of hosts! 2 In heav’n above, in heav’n above, What glory wondrous bright! The splendor of the noonday sun Grows pale before its light: The mighty sun that ne’er goes down, Athwart whose beams clouds never frown, Is God, the Lord of hosts. 3 In heav’n above, in heav’n above, No tears of pain are shed; There nothing e'er shall fade or die; Life’s fullness round is spread. There, like an ocean, joy o’erflows, And with immortal mercy glows Our God, the Lord of hosts. 4 In heav’n above, in heav’n above, God hath a joy prepared, Which mortal ear hath never heard Nor mortal vision shared, Which never entered mortal breast, By mortal lips was ne'er expressed, O God, the Lord of hosts! Topics: The Christian Life Heaven Languages: English Tune Title: CELESTE

In Heaven Above, in Heaven Above

Author: Johan Åström Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #628 (1926) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.6 First Line: In heav'n above, in heav'n above Lyrics: 1 In heav'n above, in heav'n above, Where God our Father dwells: How boundless there the blessedness! No tongue its greatness tells: There face to face, and full and free, Ever and evermore we see-- We see the Lord of hosts! 2 In heav'n above, in heav'n above, What glory deep and bright! The splendor of the noonday sun Grows pale before its light: The mighty Sun that ne'er goes down, Before whose gleam clouds never frown, Is God the Lord of hosts. 3 In heaven above, in heaven above, No tears of pain are shed: For nothing e'er shall fade or die; Life’s fullness round is spread, And, like an ocean, joy o’erflows, And with immortal mercy glows Our God the Lord of hosts! 4 In heaven above, in heaven above, God hath a joy prepared, Which mortal ear hath never heard, Nor mortal vision shared, Which never entered mortal breast, By mortal lips was ne'er expressed, O God the Lord of hosts! Amen. Topics: Last Things Heaven Languages: English Tune Title: I HIMMELEN, I HIMMELEN

The Lost Soul

Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9859 Meter: 8.6.8.8.8.6 First Line: Descend, O sinner, to the woe! Lyrics: 1 Descend, O sinner, to the woe! Thy day of hope is done; Light shall revisit thee no more, Life with its sanguine dreams is o’er, Love reaches not yon awful shore; For ever sets thy sun! 2 Pass down to the eternal dark; Yet not for rest nor sleep; Thine is the everlasting tomb, Thine the inexorable doom, The moonless, mornless, sunless gloom, Where souls for ever weep. 3 Depart, lost soul, thy tears to weep, Thy never drying tears; To sigh the never ending sigh, To send up the unheeded cry, Into the unresponding sky, Whose silence mocks thy fears. 4 Call upon God; He hears no more; Call upon death; ’tis dead; Ask the live lightnings in their flight, Seek for some sword of hell and night, The worm that never dies to smite; No weapon strikes its head. 5 Thou livest, and must ever live; But life is now thy foe; Thine is the sorrow shriveled brow, Thine the eternal heartache now, ’Neath the long burden thou must bow, The living death of woe. 6 Thy songs are at an end; thy harp Shall solace thee no more; All mirth has perished on thy grave, The melody that could not save Has died upon death’s sullen wave That flung thee on this shore. 7 Earth, with its waves, and woods, and winds, Its stars, and suns, and streams, Its joyous air and gentle skies, Filled with all happy melodies, Has passed, or, with dark memories, Comes back in torturing dreams. 8 Never again shalt thou behold, As when a bounding boy, The fresh buds of the fragrant spring, Its song birds on their April wing, And all its vales a-blossoming; Or summer’s rosy joy. 9 No river of forgetfulness, As poets dreamed and sung, Rolls yonder to efface the past, To quench the sense of what thou wast, To soothe or end thy pain at last, Or cool thy burning tongue. 10 No God is there; no Christ; for He, Whose word on earth was "Come," Hath said, "Depart: go, lost one, go, Reap the sad harvest thou didst sow, Join yon lost angels in their woe, Their prison is thy home." 11 Descend, O sinner, to the gloom! Hear the deep judgment-knell Send forth its terror-shrieking sound These walls of adamant around, And filling to its utmost bound Thy woeful, woeful hell. 12 Depart, O sinner, to the chain! Enter the eternal cell; To all that’s good, and true, and right, To all that’s fond, and fair, and bright, To all of holiness and light, Bid thou thy last farewell! Languages: English Tune Title: BOGNOR REGIS

Elijah's Interview With God

Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12058 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.6.8.8 First Line: On Horeb’s rock the prophet stood Lyrics: 1 On Horeb’s rock the prophet stood: The Lord before him passed: A hurricane in angry mood Swept by him strong and fast. The forests fell before its force; The rocks were shivered in its course: God rode not in the blast! ’Twas but the whirlwind of His breath, Announcing danger, wreck, and death. 2 It ceased. The air grew mute—a cloud Came muffling up the sun: When through the mountains deep and loud An earthquake thundered on. The frighted eagle sprang in air; The wolf ran howling from his lair: God was not in the stun! ’Twas but the rolling of His car, The trampling of His steeds from far. ’Twas still again; and Nature stood And calmed her ruffled frame: When swift from Heav’n a fiery flood To earth devouring came. Down to his depths the ocean fled, The sickening sun looked wan and dead. Yet God filled not the flame! ’Twas but the terrors of His eye, That lightened through the troubled sky. 3 At last a voice all still and small Rose sweetly on the ear; Yet rose so calm and clear, that all In Heav’n and earth might hear. It spoke of hope, it spoke of love, It spoke as spirits speak above; And God Himself was here. For, oh, it was a Father’s voice, That bade His trembling world rejoice. 4 Speak, gracious Lord, speak ever thus; And let Thy terrors prove The harbingers of peace to us, The heralds of Thy love! Shine through the earthquake, fire, and storm. Shine in Thy milder, better form, And all our fears remove! One word of Thine is all we claim; ’Tis "pardon" through a Savior’s name. Languages: English Tune Title: PLITVIČE

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