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Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!

Author: George Weissel; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #117a (1890) Meter: 8.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates! Behold, the King of glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here; Life and salvation He doth bring, Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing: We praise Thee, Father, now, Creator, wise art Thou! 2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried, Mercy is ever at His side; His kingly crown is holiness, His sceptre, pity in distress, The end of all our woe He brings; Wherefore the earth is glad and sings: We praise Thee, Saviour, now, Mighty in deed are Thou! 3 O blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the Ruler is confest! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in triumph comes! The cloudless Sun of joy He is, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss: O Comforter Divine, What boundless grace is Thine! PART II 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart; make it a temple, set apart from earthly use for heaven's employ, adorned with prayer, and love, and joy; So shall your Sovereign enter in, And new and nobler life begin: To Thee, O God, be praise, For word and deed and grace! 5 Redeemer, come! I open wide My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide! Let me Thy inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal; Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, Until our glorious goal be won! Eternal praise and fame We offer to Thy Name. Languages: English Tune Title: MACHT HOCH DIE THÜR

Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!

Author: George Weissel; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #117b (1890) Meter: 8.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates! Behold, the King of glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here; Life and salvation He doth bring, Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing: We praise Thee, Father, now, Creator, wise art Thou! 2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried, Mercy is ever at His side; His kingly crown is holiness, His sceptre, pity in distress, The end of all our woe He brings; Wherefore the earth is glad and sings: We praise Thee, Saviour, now, Mighty in deed are Thou! 3 O blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the Ruler is confest! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in triumph comes! The cloudless Sun of joy He is, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss: O Comforter Divine, What boundless grace is Thine! PART II 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart; make it a temple, set apart from earthly use for heaven's employ, adorned with prayer, and love, and joy; So shall your Sovereign enter in, And new and nobler life begin: To Thee, O God, be praise, For word and deed and grace! 5 Redeemer, come! I open wide My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide! Let me Thy inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal; Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, Until our glorious goal be won! Eternal praise and fame We offer to Thy Name. Languages: English Tune Title: MACHT HOCH DIE THÜR

Lord, and whither shall we go?

Author: Robert Montgomery Hymnal: Church Book #226 (1890) Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Lord, and whither shall we go? Thou alone hast words of life! In our stormy griefs below, Who, but Thou, can heal the strife Sin and sorrow round us being, In life's vale while wandering? 2 Blessed Christ! embodied Word! Thou alone art Life and Light: Saints who have Thy truth preferred Walk in peace, and worship right: Thou alone to sin canst say, "I am Love, the Living Way." 3 Sun of Grace, O ever shine Round our paths, where'er they lead! Midnight feels a ray divine Breaking through the darkest need, If we hear, when most dismayed, "It is I, be not afraid!" 4 Pardon, peace, and purity, Gifts without, and grace within, Love and light which set us free From the curse and chain of sin-- These, Emmanuel, Thou canst give, While upon Thy words we live. 5 Not a want, Thou canst not fill; Not a fear, Thou wilt not tame; If, indeed, repentance will Rest upon Thy glorious Name, High o'er every guilt and grave Shall Redemption's banner wave! 6 Saviour, be our Polar Star, Shaded by no sinful night; Shed upon us from afar Living beams of holy light: When we reach our radiant home, We shall know the Way we come. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. NINIAN

Lord, should we leave Thy hallowed feet

Author: George Washington Doane Hymnal: Church Book #227 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Lord, should we leave Thy hallowed feet, To whom should we repair? Where else such holy comforts meet, As spring eternal there? 2 Earth has no fount of true delight, No pure perennial stream; And sorrow's storm, and death's long night, Obscure life's brightest beam. 3 Unmingled joys 'tis Thine to give, And undecaying peace: For Thou canst teach us so to live, That life shall never cease. 4 Thou only canst the cheering words Of endless life supply; Anointed of the Lord of lords, The Son of God most high! Languages: English Tune Title: DU GOTT BIST ÜBER ALLEN HERR

Lær mig, Gud, min Synd at kjende

Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #126 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Lær mig, Gud, min Synd at kjende, Og min Skyld mig aabenbar, At min arme Sjæl kan vende Sig til dig, som Hjælpen har! Lad min Længsel daglig stige, Herre Jesus, til dit Rige, Lad min Anger, Suk og Savn Drage mig ind i din Favn. 2 Herre Jesus, hid du træde, Kom og gjør det godt for mig! Kom med Aandens Lys og Glæde, Kom med Fred fra Himmerig! Lad dit Naade-Smil til Fulde Smelte Syne-Hjertets Kulde! At jeg glad med dig til Gjest Holde kan min Jule-Fest. Languages: Norwegian

Lov og pris og evig Ære

Author: Joh. N. Brun Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #452 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Lov og Pris og evig Ære Ske dig, o treenig Gud, Som vor Troes rene Lære Rev af Mørkets Fængsel ud! Da dit Lys var næsten slukt, Eller alt for ilde brugt, Satte du det paa sin Stage, Gav din Kirke klare Dage. 2 Du lod Olje-Bække flyde Ned fra Sandheds Kildervæld, Du lod Aaget sønderbryde, Du gav Sandheds Venner Held. Du en Luther ruster ud, Og ved dette Sendebud Tordner ind i Nattens Mørke: Kommer, lærer Gud at dyrke! 3 Altid, naar din Kirke heldte Truende med hastigt Fald, Altid, naar i Nød det gjeldte, Fik en Sandheds Tolk dit Kald, Aand og Lys og Kraft og Mod, Saa at fast din Kirke stod Over alle rigers Alder, Og skal staa, til Verden falder. 4 Gud til vilde Dyr ei giver Denne Turteldues Sjæl. Kirkens Sæde flytter bliver Til en anden Verdens-Del. Da for Jordens østre Kant Kundskabs gyldne sol oprandt, Var her Nat i disse Lande, Ingen kjendte Gud, den sande. 5 Derfra Lys til Vester iler, Sildig det til Norden kom, Men hvor længe mon det hviler, Før det dreies Jorden om? Og hvo ved, om Natten snart komme skal med vældig Fart, Jage Dagen bort til Andre; Her er Lys, o lad os vandre! Languages: Norwegian

Livets Krone at erlange

Author: Nils Holm Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #696 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Livets Krone at erlange, det jeg ofte tænker paa; Ofte er jeg, ak! saa bange, At jeg den skal ikke naa, thi jeg kjæmper ikke ret, bliver tidt af ikke naa, Thi jeg kjæmper ikke ret, Bliver tidt af Kampen træt; Ak, et fremmed Baand mig binder! Det jeg tidt med Sorg besinder. 2 Evigt Liv her eftertragte Burde jeg med al min flid; Han, som Døden for mig smagte, Var vel værd en stadig Id; Men her ser det ilde ud, O, forbarm du dig, min Gud1 Hvi skal jeg dig saa vanære, Saa ustadig altid være. 3 Et end fattes mig, o Herre; Et, som saa fornødent er, Dig forsfæstet, ak desværre! Har jeg ei endnu ret kjær. Skab det Hjerte udi mig, Som ei kan undvære dig, At mig Intet maa behage, Naar jeg ei din Fred kan smage. 4 Havde du, o Sjæl ret nøie, Siden du til Live kom, Stedse set til hine Høie, Hvor din Frelser har din Dom, Hvor en blodig Angestsved Faldt for dig til Jorden ned, Hvor han hængte i Vanære– Da du kunde salig være. 5 Nu, min jesus1 tag mit Hjerte, Dan du det til Stadighed; Læg du Mindet om din Smerte Dybt i dette Hjerte ned; Lad mig stedse skue dig, Som du blegned hen for mig; Dette Syn skal mægtigt blive Fremmed Baand at sønderrive. 6 Dig hver Aften at beskue Og hver Morgen hilse dig, Som af Kjærlighedens Lue, Ak, fortæret blev for mig, Hver en Stund i Aanden se golgata Getsemane: Dette her min Kamp skal være, At jeg Kronen hist ma bære! Languages: Norwegian

Lo, He comes with clouds descending

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #166 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Lo, He comes with clouds descending, Once for our salvation slain; Thousand angel-hosts attending Swell the triumph of His train: Hallelujah! Christ, the Lord, returns to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold Him Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear; All His saints, by men rejected, Now shall meet Him in the air: Hallelujah! See the day of God appear. 4 Yea, Amen, let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne; Savior, take the power and glory; Claim the kingdoms for Thine own: Hallelujah! Thou shalt reign, and Thou alone! Tune Title: [Lo, He comes with clouds descending]

Love is the only law

Author: Michael Forster, b. 1946 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #430 (2000) Topics: Year A Third Sunday Before Advent Refrain First Line: Love is God's only law Scripture: Amos 5:24 Languages: English Tune Title: [Love is the only law]

Let all mortal flesh keep silence

Author: Gerard Moultrie (1829-1885); J. Μ. Neale; R. F. Littledale Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #452 (2013) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Adoration; Angels; Heaven; Holy Communion; Jesus Life and Ministry; Light; Mary; The Fourth Sunday before Advent Year C; The Fourth Sunday of Advent Year A; The Third Sunday of Epiphany Year B Lyrics: 1 Let all mortal flesh keep silence and with fear and trembling stand; ponder nothing earthly-minded, for with blessing in his hand Christ our God to earth descendeth, our full homage to demand. 2 King of kings, yet born of Mary, as of old on earth he stood, Lord of lords, in human vesture — in the body and the blood — he will give to all the faithful his own self for heavenly food. 3 Rank on rank the host of heaven spreads its vanguard on the way, as the Light of light descendeth from the realms of endless day, that the powers of hell may vanish as the darkness clears away. 4 At his feet the six-winged seraph; cherubim with sleepless eye veil their faces to the Presence, as with ceaseless voice they cry, Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia, Lord most high. Scripture: Habakkuk 2:20 Languages: English Tune Title: PICARDY