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Dear Refuge of my weary soul

Author: Anne Steele Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 362 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, On Thee, when sorrows rise; On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. 2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone canst heal; Thy word can bring a sweet relief, For every pain I feel. 3 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain? 4 No, still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner's prayer: O may I ever find access, To breathe my sorrows there! Used With Tune: LONDON NEW

Jesus! the very thought of Thee

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; Edward Caswell Appears in 1,026 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus! the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Savior of mankind! 3 O hope of ev'ry contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek! 4 But what to those who find? ah, this Nor tongue nor pen can show. The Love of Jesus, what it is, None but His loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only Joy be Thou! As Thou our Prize wilt be: Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, And through eternity! Used With Tune: EVAN

Jesus Christ, my sure defence

Author: Miss Winkworth; Louisa Henrietta of Brandenburg Meter: 7.8.7 Appears in 56 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus Christ, my sure defense And my Saviour, ever liveth; Knowing this, my confidence Rests upon the hope it giveth, Though the night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. 2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives! I too, life must waken: He will have me where He is; Shall my courage then be shaken? Shall I fear? Or could the Head Rise and leave its members dead? 3 Nay, too closely am I bound Unto Him by hope for ever; Faith's strong hand the Rock hath found, Grasped it, and will leave it never; Not the ban of death can part From its Lord the trusting heart. 4 What now sickens, mourns, and sighs, Christ with Him in glory bringeth: Earthly is the seed and dies, Heavenly from the grave it springeth. Natural is the death we die, Spiritual our life on high. 5 Saviour, draw away our heart Now from pleasures base and hollow, Let us there with Thee have part, Here on earth Thy foot-steps follow. Fix our hearts beyond the skies, Whither we ourselves would rise. Used With Tune: JESUS, MEINE ZUVERSICHT

O mean may seem this house of clay

Author: Thomas H. Gill Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 62 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O mean may seem this house of clay, Yet 'twas the Lord's abode; Our feet may mourn this thorny way, Yet here Emmanuel trod. 2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear; This watch the Lord did keep; These burdens sore the Lord did bear; These tears the Lord did weep! 3 This world the Master overcame; This death the Lord did die: O vanquished world! O glorious shame! O hallowed agony! 4 O vale of tears, no longer sad, Wherein the Lord did dwell! O holy robe of flesh that clad Our own Emmanuel! 5 Our very frailty brings us near Unto the Lord of heaven; To every grief, to every tear, Such glory strange is given. Used With Tune: TALLIS' ORDINAL

Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord!

Author: Thomas Raffles Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 112 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord! On Thee I fix my trust, Encouraged by Thy holy Word, A feeble child of dust. I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea; And 'tis enough my Saviour died, My Saviour died for me. 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the veil. From strife of tongues and bitter words My spirit flies to Thee: Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Saviour died for me. 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body racked with pain: Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, Bid every murmur flee, But this, the witness in my breast That Jesus died for me? 4 And when Thy awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away, Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, O give me strength in death to speak, "My Saviour died for me." Used With Tune: ST. MATTHEW

Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst

Author: Fr. Rostgaard; Luise Henriette Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst, Han, min Frelser, er i Live, Derfor jeg med Fryd og Lyst Al Tid mig tilfreds vil give, Hvad endog mig Dødens Stund Gi'r for Tanker mangelund. 2 Jesus Krist, min Frelsermand, Lever vist, og jeg skal skue Ham i det forjætted' Land, Hvorfor skulde jeg da grue? Han er Hoved, jeg et Lem, Han med sig mig fører hjem. 3 Jeg til ham med Haabets Baand Uopløselig er bunden, Saa skal og minTroes Haand Fæstet i ham blive funden, Saa mig aldrig Døden kan Skille fra min Frelsermand. 4 Jeg er Kjød og ganske vist Maa til Støv og Aske vorde, Men min Frelser, Jesus Krist, Skal opvække mig af Jorde, At jeg maa i Evighed Se ham i hans Herlighed. 5 Da skal atter denne Hud Disse Lemmer omkringgive, Ja i dette Legem Gud Skal af mig tilbedet blive, Og i dette Kjød jeg skal Jesus se i Himlens Sal. 6 Disse mine Øine og Ham, min Frelser, skulle kjende, Jeg, jeg selv–forklaret dog– Af hans Kjærlighed skal brænde, Saa at ingen Deel hos mig Være skal forkrænkelig. 7 Hvad her findes sygt og svagt, Friskt og herligt der skal møde, Jordisk vorder jeg nedlagt, Himmelsk staar jeg op af Døde, Her jeg bort naturlig gaar, Der et evigt Liv jeg faar. 8 Mine Lemmer, værer fro! Kristus bærer eder alle; Skal I end i Graven bo, Han herud vil eder kalde, Naar Basunens sterke Lyd Høres til de Frommes Fryd. 9 I kan le ad Satans List Og ad Dødens Falde-Snare, Thi igjennem Luften vist I til Jesum skulle fare, Da skal sorg og Vedermod Ligge under eders Fod. 10 Kun at eders Aand sig maa Ud fra Verdens Lyster rive, Sjælens himmelske Attraa I maa eder overgive! Helliger da eder til Himlen, hvor I være vil! Used With Tune: [Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst]

In weariness and pain

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 14 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 In weariness and pain, By sins and fears opprest, I turn me to my Rest again, My soul's eternal Rest: 2 The Lamb that died for me, And still my load doth bear; To Jesus' streaming wounds I flee, And find my quiet there. 3 Jesus, was ever grief, Was ever love like Thine? Thy sorrow, Lord, is my relief, Thy life hath ransomed mine. 4 O may I rise with Thee, And soar to things above, And spend a blest eternity In praise of dying Love. Used With Tune: DENNIS

Thou very present Aid

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 103 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou very present Aid In suffering and distress; The soul which still on Thee is stayed Is kept in perfect peace. 2 The soul by faith reclined On his Redeemer's breast, Midst raging storms exults to find An everlasting rest. 3 Sorrow and fear are gone, Whene'er Thy face appears; It still the sighing orphan's moan, And dries the widow's tears. 4 It hallows every cross; It sweetly comforts me; Makes me forget my every loss, And find my all in Thee. 5 Peace to the troubled heart, Health to the sin-sick mind; The wounded spirit's Balm Thou art, The Healer of mankind. 6 Jesus, to whom I fly, Doth all my wishes fill; In vain created streams are dry, In have the Fountain still. 7 Stript of my earthly friends, I fend them all in One; And peace, and joy that never ends, And heaven, in Christ alone. Used With Tune: HANDEL

Jesu, din søde Forening at smage

Author: Ukj.; P. J. Hygom Appears in 8 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday For Evening Lyrics: 1 Jesu, din søde Forening at smage Længes og trænges mit Hjerte og Sind; Riv mig fra alt det, mig holder tilbage, Drag mig i dig, min Begyndelse, ind! Viis mig ret klarlig min Jammer og Møie, Viis mig Fordærvelsens Afgrund i mig, At sig Naturen til Døden kan bøie, Aanden alene maa leve for dig! 2 Styrk mig ret kraftig i Sjælen derinde, At jeg kan finde, hvad Aanden formaar, Tag dig til Fange min Tale og Sinde, Leed mig og lok mig, saa svag som jeg gaar! Mig, og hvad mit er, jeg gjerne vil miste, Naar du alene i Sjælen maa bo, Og sig omsider paa Døren maa liste, Hvad som forstyrrer min inderlig' Ro. 3 O, hvo der kunde det Ene kun lære, Sig at opofre med Hjerte og Hu! O, maatte Jesus mit Alting kun være! Jeg er desværre, langt borte endnu; Jesu, som gav mig et hørende Øre, Rek mig tillige din kraftige Haand, At jeg herefter min Vandring maa føre Ret som en Kristen i Helligheds Aand! 4 Hør dog, o Jesu, din kurrende Due, Hyrde, opsøg dit vildfarende Lam! Bær mig blandt Myrrha en lædskende Drue, Rense mit Hjerte fra Synd og fra Skam! Lad mig i Bogstavens Væsen ei blive, Som kun udvortes gjør ærbar og sin; Aanden lad Loven i Hjertet indskrive, At jeg i Sandhed maa kalde mig din! 5 Jesu, naar vil du dog skaffe mig Hvile? Byrden den trykker, ak, tag mig den af! Naar skal jeg se dig ret venlig at smile? Reis dig at true det brusende Hav! Kjærligste Jesu, du maa dig forbarme, Skjul dog det Aasyn ei evig for mig! Ædleste Rigdom for aandelig Arme, Fyld mit, det udtømte, Hjerte med dig! 6 Lad mig, o Jesu, forgjæves ei raabe, Se dog hvor Sjælen er hungrig og træt! Lad os, Immanuel, være tilhobe, Har jeg dig ene, saa bliver jeg mæt! Fordum du sagde: De maatte vansmægte, Dersom jeg lader dem hungrige gaa,– Evige Kjærlighed, kan du da nægte Sjæle, der hungre, en Smule at faa? 7 Naadigste Jesu, nu vil jeg mig binde Ved din den dyre Forjættelses Pagt: Beder og leder, saa faa I og finde! Saa har de sanddrue Læber jo sagt. Jeg vil med Kvinden af Kanaans Egne Raabe dig efter, og bliver ei stil, Før du paa Bønnen til Slutning maa tegne: Amen, ja Amen, dig ske, som du vil! Used With Tune: [Jesu, din søde Forening at smage] Text Sources: Tysk 1712

Med dig, min Frelser, vil jeg lide

Author: Ukjendt Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Med dig, min Frelser, vil jeg lide, Og gjennem Verdens Trængsel gaa, De, her i Tro taalmodig stride, De have Godt at vente paa; Her gaar du selv med dem i Strid, Og gi'r dem hisset evig Fryd. 2 Slaa ned hos mig al jordisk Tanke, Sluk alle Kjødets Lyster ud, At jeg i dig maa daglig sanke Din Aands og Dyders Skat, min Gud! Du er min Perle og mit Alt, Dig ene har jeg mig udvalgt. 3 Men lær mig nøie eftertænke, At være din, hvad dette er, Mig i din Kjærlighed at sænke Ei følge mit, men dit Begjær, Fornægte alt og vælge dig, Dig elske, og forglemme mig! 4 Da du dig gav for mig i Døden, Fornedred du dig selv for mig, Og saa for min Skyld ufortrøden I Sjælekval nedsænkte dig, Hvi skulde jeg mig da undslaa, Fra mig, min Gud! til dig at gaa? 5 Hjælp mig at vandre i din Vilje, I din trofaste Kjærlighed, At intet mig maa kunne skille Ifra dit Venskabs Salighed, At intet mig maa kunne stille Ifra dit Venskabs salighed, Indtil min Sjæl kan naa sin Havn For evig i din kjærlig' Favn! 6 Mig værdig gjør, med dig at lide, Læg paa dit Kors, det søde Aag, Og hjælp mig i din Kraft at stride, Mit Navn det staar i Livsens Bog, I Haanden har du tegnet mig, Og jeg er din evindelig! 7 Lad i dit Navn mig Seier vinde, Du, som først Seier for mig vandt! Og, naar jeg dør, da lad mig finde Din Døds-Draft mig til Seiers Pant! Kom, milde Jesus, du er min, Kom, naar du vil! jeg er og din. Text Sources: Ukjendt Forfatter