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Siente el alma puros goces

Hymnal: Himnario Evangelico Luterano ... 2nd ed. #32 (1939) Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Languages: Spanish

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Catherine Winkworth, 1829-1878 Hymnal: Lutheran Book of Worship #46 (1978) Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Lyrics: 1 Once again my heart again rejoices As I hear, far and near, Sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, Till the air ev'rywhere Now with joy is ringing. 2 Hark! A voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, does entreat, "Flee from woe and danger; Come and see; from all that grieves you You are freed; all you need I will surely give you." 3 Come, then, let us hasten yonder; Here let all, great and small, Kneel in awe and wonder; Love him who with love is yearning; Hail the star that from afar Bright with hope is burning. Topics: Christmas; Christmas; Christmas Languages: English Tune Title: FRÖHLICH SOLL MEIN HERZE SPRINGEN

All my heart this night rejoices

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Elmhurst Hymnal #79 (1921) Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Topics: Christmas; The Christ Child Languages: English Tune Title: STELLA (PARKER)

All my heart this night rejoices

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #145 (1918) Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Lyrics: 1 All my heart this night rejoices, As I hear Far and near Sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing. Till the air Everywhere Now with joy is ringing. 2 Forth today the Conqu'ror goeth, Who the foe, Sin and woe, Death and hell o'erthroweth, God is man, man to deliver, His dear Son Now is one With our blood forever. 3 Shall we still dread God's displeasure, Who to save Freely gave Us His dearest treasure? To redeem us, He hath given His own Son From the throne Of His might in heaven. 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 blessed Lord and Maker Hated men, Would He then Be of flesh partaker? If He is 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 Hark! a voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, Doth entreat: "Flee from woe and danger; Brethren, from all ills that grieve you, You are freed All you need I will surely give you." 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. Hail the Star Near and far Light and joy bestowing! 9 Ye whose anguish knew no measure, Weep no more, See the door To celestial pleasure. Cling to Him, for He will guide you Where no cross, Pain or loss, Can again betide you. 10 Hither come, ye heavy-hearted, Who for sin, Deep within, Long and sore have smarted; For the poisoned wounds you're feeling Help is near, One is here Mighty for their healing. 11 Hither come, ye poor and wretched, Know His will Is to fill Every hand outstretchèd; Here are riches without measure, Here forget All regret, Fill your hearts with treasure. 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 Guilt no longer can distress me; Son of God, Thou my load Bearest to release me. Stain in me Thou findest never; I am clean, All my sin Is removed forever. 14 I am pure, in Thee believing, From Thy store Evermore Righteous robes receiving. In my heart I will enfold Thee, Treasure rare, Let me there Loving ever hold Thee! 15 Thee, O Lord, with heed I'll cherish, While I've breath, E'en in death Shall my faith not perish. I shall dwell with Thee forever, Far on high, In the joy That can alter never. Topics: Christmas Languages: English

All my heart this night rejoices

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Hymnal #186 (1921) Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Topics: Christ Nativity of Languages: English Tune Title: NATIVITY NEW

All my heart this night rejoices

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Rev. Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: The Hymnal #186 (1912) Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Topics: Jesus Christ Our Lord Nativity

All My Heart Again Rejoices

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Worship #273 (2006) Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Lyrics: 1 All my heart again rejoices as I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, till the air ev'rywhere now with joy is ringing. 2 Jesus' voice from lowly manger softly thus call to us: "You are safe from danger; come and see; from all that grieves you you are freed; all you need I will surely give you." 3 Come, then, let us hasten yonder; Here let all, great and small, kneel in awe and wonder; love him who with love is yearning; hail the star that from far bright with hope is burning. 4 You, dear Lord, I'll ever cherish; though my breath fail in death, I will never perish: by your side in light eternal I shall be endlessly filled with joy supernal. Topics: Christmas; Christmas Languages: English Tune Title: WARUM SOLLT ICH

Why should sorrow ever grieve me

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #501 (1918) Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 Lyrics: 1 Why should sorrow ever grieve me; Christ is near, What can here E’er of Him deprive me? Who can rob me of my heaven That God’s Son As my own To my faith hath given? 2 Naked was I and unswathèd When on earth At my birth My first breath I breathèd. Naked hence shall I betake me When I go From earth’s woe, And my breath forsakes me. 3 Naught--not e’en the life I’m living, Is mine own, God alone All to me is giving. Must I then His own restore Him? Though bereft Of each gift, Still shall I adore Him. 4 Though a heavy cross I’m bearing, And my heart Feels the smart, Shall I be despairing? God can help me who doth send it, He doth know All my woe And how best to end it. 5 God oft gives me days of gladness, Shall I grieve If He give Seasons, too, of sadness? God is good, and tempers ever Every hurt; Me desert Wholly can He never. 6 Though united world and Devil, All their power Can no more Do than mock and cavil. Let derision now employ them, Christ e’en here Will appear And ’fore all destroy them. 7 True believers, shrinking never, Where they dwell, Should reveal Their true colors ever. When approaching death would scare them, Still should they Patient stay And with courage bear them. 8 Death can never kill us even, But relief From all grief To us then is given. It doth close life’s mournful story, Make a way That we may Pass to heavenly glory. 9 There I’ll reap enduring pleasure, After woe Here below Suffered in large measure. Lasting good we find here never, All the earth Deemeth worth Vanisheth forever. 10 What is all this life possesseth? But a hand Full of sand That the heart distresseth. Noble gifts that pall me never, Christ so free There gives me To enjoy forever. 11 Lord! Thou Fount of joy forever, Thou art mine, I am Thine, No one can us sever. I am Thine, because Thou gavest Life and blood For my good, By Thy death me savest. 12 Thou art mine, I love and own Thee, Ne’er shall I, Light of joy, From my heart dethrone Thee. Let me, let me soon behold Thee Face to face, Thy embrace-- May it soon enfold me! Topics: Cross and Comfort Languages: English

All The Skies Tonight Sing O'er Us

Author: John O'Connor Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8332 Meter: 8.6.6.8.6.6 First Line: All the skies tonight sing o’er us! Lyrics: 1 All the skies tonight sing o’er us! Sweet and far, star to star, Maketh solemn chorus. Time the midnight blest is telling When our Lord, God the Word, Made with us His dwelling. 2 Glory in the highest Heaven! And again, unto men, Their souls’ peace be given! All our wrong by Him is righted In whose birth Heav’n and earth Stand for aye united. 3 Sons of men, let nothing grieve you! Evermore Heaven’s door Widens to receive you! Brothers of the Babe eternal, In His name come and claim Grace and bliss supernal. Languages: English Tune Title: EBELING

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