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A Lamb bears all its guilt away

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #12 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: A Lamb bears all its guilt away The world thus to deliver, All sins of sinners patiently It bears and murmurs never. It goes, and weak and sick is made An off’ring on the altar laid, All pleasure it forsaketh, Submits to shame, and scorn, and wrath, To anguish, wounds, stripes, cross, and death, This cup with gladness taketh. This Lamb, He is the soul’s great Friend And everlasting Saviour, God chooseth Him sin’s reign to end And bring us to His favour. “Go forth, my Son! redeem to Thee The children who’re exposed by me To punishment and anger. The punishment is great, and dread The wrath, but Thou Thy blood shalt shed, And free them thus from danger.” “I’ll go where, Father! thou dost send, Bear what on me Thou layest, My will doth on Thy word depend, My work is what Thou sayest.” O mighty love! O wondrous love! Thou canst do all our thoughts above, Make God His Son deliver! O love! O love! Thy pow’r how great! Thou did’st Him e’en to death prostrate Whose glance the rocks can shiver. Thou martyr’st Him upon the tree, With spear and nails destroying Thou slay’st Him, lamblike, ruthlessly, Till heart and veins are flowing, The heart with many a long-drawn sigh, And till His veins are copiously Their noble life-blood yielding. Sweet Lamb! what shall I do for Thee For all the good Thou doest me, Thus saving me and shielding? All my life long I’ll cleave to Thee And shall forget Thee never, As always Thou embracest me I will embrace Thee ever. My heart’s Light Thou shalt ever be, And when my heart shall break in me Thy heart shall fail me never. O Thou, my Glory, I to Thee Myself as Thine own property Herewith resign for ever! I ever shall both night and day Thy loveliness be singing, An offering of joy shall aye Myself to Thee be bringing. My stream of life shall still to Thee, And to Thy name, outpourèd be, In gratitude enduring. Of every good Thou doest me, My soul shall mindful strive to be, In memory securing! Shrine of my heart! now open’d be, To thee shall now be given Fair treasures that far greater be Than earth, and sea, and heaven. Away! gold of Arabia, Myrrh, calamus, and cassia, Far better I discover! My priceless treasure is, O Thou My Jesus! what so freely now From Thy wounds floweth over! Good use of this behoves it me At all times to be making, My shield in conflict shall it be, My joy when heart is breaking, In happiness my song of joy; When all things else my taste do cloy, This manna then shall feed me, In thirst my well-spring shall it be, In solitude converse with me, And out and in shall lead me! What can death’s poison do to me? Thy blood to me life giveth, And when the sun burns fervently, With grateful shade relieveth; And when with sorrow sore oppress’d I ever find in it my rest, As sick men on their pillows. My anchor art Thou, when my skies Are clouded o’er, and tempests rise, My bark ’whelm in the billows. And when at last heav’n’s gate I see, And taste the kingdom’s pleasure, This blood shall then my purple be, I’ll clothe me in this treasure; It shall be then my glorious crown, In which I’ll stand before the throne Of God, with none to blame me; And as a bride in fair array, I’ll stand beside my Lord that day, Who woo’d, and then will claim me. Languages: English

This blessed Christmastide we will

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark #38 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: This blessed Christmastide we will, With heart and mind rejoicing, Employ our every thought and skill, God’s grace and honor voicing. In Him that in the manger lay We will with all our might today Exult in heart and spirit, And hail Him as our Lord and King Till earth’s remotest bounds shall ring With praises of His merit. A little Child of Jesse’s stem, And Son of God in heaven, To earth from heaven’s glory came And was for sinners given. It so distressed His loving heart To see the world from God depart And in transgression languish, That He forsook His home above And came to earth in tender love To bear our grief and anguish. Therefore we hymn His praises here And though we are but lowly, Our loud hosannas everywhere Shall voice His mercy holy. The tent of God is now with man, And He will dwell with us again When in His name assembling. And we shall shout His name anew Till hell itself must listen to Our Christmas song with trembling. And though our song of joy be fraught With strains of lamentation, The burden of our cross shall not 69 Subdue our jubilation. For when the heart is most distressed, The harp of joy is tuned so best Its chords of joy are ringing, And broken hearts best comprehend The boundless joy our Lord and Friend This Christmas day is bringing. Hallelujah, our strife is o’er! Who would henceforth with sadness Repine and weep in sorrow sore This blessed day of gladness. Rejoice, rejoice, ye saints on earth, And sing the wonders of His birth Whose glory none can measure. Hallelujah, the Lord is mine, And I am now by grace divine The heir of all His treasure! Languages: English

A Little Child So Fair And Bright

Author: Grundtvig Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #85 (1927) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 A little child so fair and bright Is sent to us from heaven; Before or since that Christmas night Such gift was never given; But when the time of God was come, His Son did leave His heav'nly home And found on earth a mother; This Morning Star, this child of fame, In lowliness among us came To be our Lord and Brother. 2 Exalted in eternity Is Jesus Christ, our Savior! All honor to our Father be For His unequaled favor! Each Christmas day anew we raise Our voices unto Him in praise, In joyful adoration; Tho' poor our hallelujahs ring, In heaven countless voices sing With ours in jubilation. Topics: Christmas Languages: English Tune Title: [A little child so fair and bright]

A Little Child So Fair And Bright

Author: Grundtvig Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #85 (1928) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 A little child so fair and bright Is sent to us from heaven; Before or since that Christmas night Such gift was never given; But when the time of God was come, His Son did leave His heav'nly home And found on earth a mother; This Morning Star, this child of fame, In lowliness among us came To be our Lord and Brother. 2 Exalted in eternity Is Jesus Christ, our Savior! All honor to our Father be For His unequaled favor! Each Christmas day anew we raise Our voices unto Him in praise, In joyful adoration; Though poor our hallelujahs ring. In heaven countless voices sing With ours in jubilation. Topics: Christmas Languages: English

A Lamb Goes Uncomplaining Forth

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76 Hymnal: Christian Worship (1993) #100 (1993) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Lent; Lent Languages: English Tune Title: AN WASSERFLÜSSEN BABYLON

Now Hail the Day So Rich in Cheer

Author: Unknown; C. Døving, 1867-1937 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #131 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Nativity of our Lord Languages: English Tune Title: DER TAG, DER IST SO FREUDENREICH

Beside the Streams of Babylon

Author: Wolfgang Dachstein; Gracia Grindal Hymnal: Christian Worship #137A (2021) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Babylon; Captivity; Death; Happiness; Jerusalem; Loneliness; Singing; Sorrow; Vengeance; Zion Scripture: Psalm 137 Languages: English Tune Title: AN WASSERFLÜSSEN BABYLON

A Lamb Goes Uncomplaining Forth

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #142 (1941) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: The Church Year Lent Scripture: Isaiah 53:7 Languages: English Tune Title: AN WASSERFLÜSSEN BABYLON

In This Our Happy Christmastide

Author: H. A. Brorson, 1694-1764 ; C. Døving, 1867-1937 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #150 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 In this our happy Christmastide The joyful bells are ringing; To praise be all our pow'rs applied, God's grace and mercy singing; In Him by whom the world was made, Now in the lowly manger laid, Rejoice we in the spirit; Thy praise, O Savior, we will sound Unto the earth's remotest bound, That all the world shall hear it. 2 A little Son, the Virgin-born, True God from everlasting To rescue us who were forlorn, His lot with us is casting; It moved His tender heart to see This world of sin and misery In condemnation lying; Therefore He came from realms above Down to our earth, drawn by His love, To sooth our grief and sighing. 3 Our thanks we offer Him today, Although a poor oblation, Alleluia! our joyful lay, Shall sound through ev'ry nation; Now in our camp the Ark we see, Therefore we shout the victory With joyful hearts unfearing; We sing of peace, the peace profound, That hell shall tremble at the sound, Our Christmas anthem hearing. 4 That God has laid His anger by, He by His gift hath shown us; He gives His Son for us to die, In Him He now doth own us; These joyful tidings tell abroad, That Jesus Christ, the Son of God, From sin doth us deliver; Who then should not be glad today When Christ is born, the sinners' stay, Who is of grace the giver? 5 As darkest night must fade and die Before the sun's appearing, So fades my grief away, when I Think on these tidings cheering, That God from all eternity Hath loved the world, and hath on me Bestowed His grace and favor; I'll ne'er forget the angels' strain: Peace--peace on earth, good will to men, To you is born a Savior! 6 Although my joyful Christmas lay Is mingled with my sighing, The cross shall never take away My joy and praise undying; For when the heart is most opprest, The harp of joy is tuned the best, The better strains are ringing, The cross itself, at Jesus' will, Must aid my soul, that I may still In grief His praise be singing. 7 Alleluia! our strife is o'er, Who, then, should pine in sadness? Who now should grieve in anguish sore In these our days of gladness? Thou Church of God, O sing this morn: To us is Christ the Savior born, O joy that none can sever! Alleluia! sing thou my heart, Now Christ is mine, I can depart To be with Him forever. Topics: Presentation of Christ; Christmas 1 Languages: English Tune Title: DER TAG, DER IST SO FREUDENREICH

In this our happy Christmastide

Author: H. A. Brorson Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #185 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 In this our happy Christmastide The joyful bells are ringing; To praise be all our powers applied, God's grace and mercy singing; In Him by whom the world was made, Now in the lowly manger laid, Rejoice we in the spirit; Thy praise, O Savior, we will sound Unto the earth's remotest bound, That all the world shall hear it. 2 A little Son, the virgin-born, True God from everlasting To rescue us who were forlorn, His lot with us is casting; It moved His tender heart to see This world of sin and misery In condemnation lying; Therefore He came from realms above Down to our earth, drawn by His love, To sooth our grief and sighing. 3 Our thanks we offer Him today, Hallelujah! our joyful lay, Shall sound through every nation; Now in our camp the Ark we see, Therefore we shout the victory With joyful hearts unfearing; We sing of peace, the peace profound, That hell shall tremble at the sound, Our Christmas anthem hearing. 4 That God has laid His anger by, He by His gift hath shown us; He gives His Son for us to die, In Him He now doth own us; These joyful tidings tell abroad, That Jesus Christ, the Son of God, From sin doth us deliver; Who then should not be glad today When Christ is born, the sinners' stay, Who is of grace the giver? 5 As darkest night must fade and die Before the sun's appearing, So fades my grief away, when I Think on these tidings cheering, That God from all eternity Hath loved the world, and hath on me Bestowed His grace and favor; I'll ne'er forget the angels' strain: Peace--peace on earth, good will to men, To you is born a Savior! 6 Although my joyful Christmas lay Is mingled with my sighing, The cross shall never take away My joy and praise undying; For when the heart is most opprest, The harp of joy is tuned the best, The better strains are ringing, The cross itself, at Jesus' will, Must aid my soul, that I may still In grief His praise by singing. 8 Hallelujah! our strife is o'er, Who, then, should pine in sadness? Who now should grieve in anguish sore In these our days of gladness? Thou Church of God, O sing this morn: To us is Christ the Savior born, O joy that none can sever! Hallelujah! sing thou my heart, Now Christ is mine, I can depart To be with Him for ever. Topics: The Church Year Christmas; The Church Year Christmas Tune Title: [In this our happy Christmastide]