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Vær i Korset tro og stille
Author: Benj. Prætorius; Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #270 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent; Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Vær i Korset tro og stille,
Tænk, hvad Jesus for dig led,
Lad dig ingen Jammer skille
Fra hans store Kjærlighed!
Tænk, hvor mangen Vei han gik,
Før han dig tilbage fik!
Da fra ham du vendte Hjertet,
Om det ikke ham har smertet!
2 Vær dog tro i Troens Stride,
Uforandret, uforsagt,
(Fast paa Jesus kan du lide)
At du fra den visse Pagt,
Som du har i Daaben gjort,
Aldrig, aldrig viger bort,
Men arbeider alle Dage
Til din Jesus at behage!
3 Vær dog tro i Kjærligheden
Til din Gud af ganske Sjæl,
Elsk din Næste og isteden
For hans Brede und han vel!
Tænk, hvor Jesus bad for dem,
Som ham pinte hvert et Lem!
Tænk, Gud vil din synd tilgive!
Saadan maa du ogsaa blive.
4 Vær dog tro i Haab at vinde!
Kon du ingen Udgang se,
Gud kan snart et Middel finde
Til at ende al din Ve.
Haab kun stadig, Gud er her,
Som dig har af Hjertet kjær,
Haab, at Gud din Sag vil fremme,
Haabet skal dig ei beskjæmme!
5 Vær dog tro i Dødsens Dale,
Det er dog den sidste Strid,
Det er dog saa kort en Dvale,
Og saa stor en Seiers Tid!
Hvo med Gud i Kampen gaar,
Og med Jakob mandig staar,
Han er evig Seier vinder,
Og den Livsens Krone finder.
6 Vær dag tro til sidste Ende,
Før til Seier hver en Kamp,
Lad det bide, lad det brænde,
Koste blodig Sved og Damp;
Al vor Trængsel er dog her
Ikke Herligheden værd,
Som dig Jesus hisset giver,
Naar du hans Medarving bliver.
7 I Guds Navn saa vil jeg lide,
Elske, tro og haabe fast,
Jesus hjælper mig at stride,
Aldrig har han den forkast',
Som i Korset stødig stod,
Og paa ham sig fast forlod;
Ham vil jeg mig overgive,
Han skal al min Nød fordrive.
Languages: Norwegian
Vær i Korset tro og stille
Kom, Brødre, lad os haste
Author: Gerh. Terstegen; Schwarzkopf Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #252 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Kom Brødre! lad os haste,
Vor Aften kommer nær,
Vi Verden fra os kaste,
Og alt, som hefter her;
Kom, lad os fatte Mod
I Aandens Kraft at vandre
Til Himlen med hverandre,
Saa blir vor Ende god!
2 Det skal os ei fortryde,
Den trange Vei at gaa,
Gud vil sig selv tilbyde,
Og trofast med os staa;
Hann giver Liv og Lyst,
Han lokker, vederkvæger,
Han styrker, føder, læger
Vor Sjal med Ordets Trøst.
3 Kom, lad os kjærlig vandre
Og lægge Haand i Haand,
Og holde af hverandre
I dette Trængsels Land!
Som Børn vi være maa,
Paa Veien ikke stride,
Guds Engle ved vor Side
Som vore Brødre gaa.
4 De Stærkere de Svage
Skal hjælpe frem, vi saa
Hverandre bære, drage
I kjærligt Samlag maa.
Fremad da fort, enhver
Sig selv for intet agte,
Men kun derefter tragte,
At Gud ham alting er!
5 Nu frisk dertil, I Fromme!
Vor Vei den knapper af,
Den Dag saa snart kan komme,
Man bær os til vor Grav;
Endnu lidt mere tro,
Endnu lidt mere vakker,
Det ud ad Aften lakker,
Saa faar, saa faar vi Ro!
6 Det kan ei længe vare,
Hold kun et Lidet ud,
Saa skal vi hjemad fare
Til Himlen, til vor Gud.
Vær glad og vel bered!
Naar vi med alle Fromme
Hjem til vor Fader komme,
Tænk, hvilken Salighed!
7 O Ven, o du Udkaarne,
Vor Sjæles Himmerig,
Du evige Enbaarne!
Vi længes efter dig,
Vi rose os i dig,
Vor Lyst, vor sol, vor Ære,
Vi ønske kun at være
Hos dig evindelig!
Languages: Norwegian
Kom, Brødre, lad os haste
Halleluja, jeg har Min Jesus fundet!
Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #251 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Halleluja, jeg har
Min Jesus fundet!
Hans Naades Glans er klar
I mig oprundet;
Nu ser jeg Veien til
Guds Fryde-Bolig
Nu kan, nu skal, nu vil,
Nu kan, nu skal, nu vil,
Jeg vandre trolig.
2 Fremad! min Tid er knap,
Jeg faar at rende,
Hvor løbe de omkap,
Som Kronen kjende!
Al Verden vil jeg først
Bort fra mig kaste,
Og som,en Hjort i Tørst,
Og som er Hjort i Tørst,
Til Himlen haste.
3 Kun fort paa Livets Vei,
Oplyste Sjæle!
I maa i Sandhed ei
Ved Verden dvæle;
Enhver for Gud sig til
Den Sag forpligte,
At vi til Himlen vil,
At vi til Himlen vil,
Alene sigte.
4 Kun fort, og strider mod
De ande Tanker,
Som sig i Kjød og Blod
Om Sjælen sanker!
Endog den mindste Lyst
Ret at bekrige,
Det løfter Haabets Trøst,
Det løfter Haabets Trøst,
Til Himmerige.
5 Det er en liden Tid,
Saa har jeg vundet,
Saa er den ganske Strid
Med Et forsvundet,
Saa kan jeg hvile mig
I Rosendale,
Og uafladelig
Og uafladelig,
Med Jesus tale.
6 Mig tykkes, at jeg ser,
Hvor Gud sig fryder,
Naar Jesu Stridsmænd mer
Igjennem bryder,
At det kan Ende faa
Med deres Plage
Og hver sin Krone maa,
Og hver sin Krone maa,
Af Jesus tage.
7 Jeg ser dig nok, min Krans
I Himmerige!
For dine Perlers Glans
Maa Solen vige,
Og naar jeg tænker paa,
Hvo dig fortjente,
Saa veed jeg, at jeg maa,
Saa veed jeg, at jeg maa,
Dit vist forvente.
Languages: Norwegian
Halleluja, jeg har Min Jesus fundet!
O Gud, Forstanden fatter ei
Author: Johann Scrader; Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #274 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent; Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 O Gud, Forstanden fatter ei
Dit Forsyns skjulte Naade,
Din ubegribelige Vei
Og underlige Maade
At føre dine Venner paa,
Dem bære og ledsage
Alle Dage,
Og altid med dem staa,
Helst naar de findes svage.
2 Naar du os vil ophøie, maa
Vi først til Jorden segne;
Naar vi dit Naadeskin skal faa,
Saa lader du det regne;
Du tager os vor Fordel hen,
Naar du os rig' vil gjøre,
For at føre
Vor Sjaæl til dig igjen,
Og dine Bud at høre.
3 Du lader os med Helvedfrygt
I vore Synder plage,
At Naaden ret kan blive søgt,
Og desto bedre smage;
Du truer os med Nød og Død,
Naar du os vil oplive,
Trøsten give,
Som er langt mere fød,
End nogen kan beskrive.
4 Du fører os i Kamp og Strid
Mod Mørkets hele Skare,
Vi synes tidt paa saadan Tid
I alt for stor en Fare;
Da lære vi, hvor lidt vor Leir
Formaar mod Satans Pile,
Til dig ile,
Og efter vunden Seir
I dig alene hvile.
5 I saadan Kamp vi føres ind
Til vores store Nytte,
I Gud et uforandret Sind
At faa til Del og Bytte,
Naar vi vor Jammer, Synd og Nød
Ved Aanden saa bekrige,
At de vige,
Det bringer Kjødet Død,
Men Aanden Kraft og Rige.
6 Naar Sjælen sidder kold og svag
I stor Anfegtnings Mørke,
Da just paa denne Prøvens Dag
Du selv er al dens Styrke.
Vi tænke ofte i vor Ve,
At du os fuldt forstøder,
Knuser, døder,
Ved Enden kan vi se,
Dit Hjerte mod os bløder.
7 Og naar vi da din Kjærlighed
Og milde Hjerte finde,
Saa mange Glædes Taarer ned
Af vore Øine rinde,
Naar den bortvendte Sjæl igjen
I Jesus Kristus havner,
Ham omfavner,
Da svinder Verden hen
Som Drømme, Røg og Avner.
8 Saa brug din Fader-Ret i alt,
Og vise Tugtemaade,
Det vilde gaa os alt for galt,
Om Kjødet skulde raade.
Grib Hjertet fat, og lad os ei
I Verden nogen Hvile,
Før vi ile
Til dig paa Troens Vei
For Korsets Jammer-Pile.
9 Ja, før os ved din egen Haand,
Som du det bedst kan finde,
Og lad din gode Helligaand
Os alle Tider minde,
At hvordan du os føre vil,
Saa er din Vei og Maade
Os at raade,
Hvor hart det end gaar til,
Dog ene Naade, Naade!
Languages: Norwegian
O Gud, Forstanden fatter ei
Zion klager med stor Smerte
Author: Joh. Heermann; Ukjendt Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #712 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent; Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Zion klager med for Smerte,
Zion, Guds udvalgte Stad,
Den, som ligger ham paa Hjerte,
Men dog under Verdens Had;
Ak, hvi haver du, min Gud,
Siger hun, forglemt din Brud,
Hvi lar du mig saa fortrykkes,
Og min Fiendes Anslag lykkes?
2 Gud, som mig saa vist forjætter
Bistand i al Sorg og Nød,
Ser, at jeg mig daglig mætter
Med min Graad og Askebrød;
Ak, mon han dog altid saa
Vil mit Suk og Bøn forsmaa?
Vil hans Vrede sig ei vende
Og pa Nøden gjøre Ende?
3 Zion, sødeste Veninde!
Saadant Svar gav Herrens Mund:
Jeg ser vel dit Øie rinde
Af beklemte Hjertegrund,
Men giv dig igjen tilfreds;
Hvor er vel paa Jordens Krebs
Saadan Moder, som kan hade
Barnet sit, og det forlade?
4 Ja, om du end kunde finde
Saadant unaturligt Sind,
Og se Kjærlighed forsvinde,
Hvor den mest er platnet ind,
Jeg dog blive skal mod dig
Trofast og miskundelig;
Før skal Dal og Bjerge vige,
End min Kjærlighed skal svige.
5 Lad ei Satan dig bedrage,
Som han agter, tro mig vel,
Lad ham ingen Frygt indjage
I din sorrigfulde Sjæl!
Dit Navn skal antegnet staa
I min Haand, hvor kan jeg da
Glemme dig? din Mur skal bygges
Og i Evighed ei rygges.
6 Du er stedse for mit Øie,
Ja, du ligger i mit Skjød
Som et lidet Barn, jeg nøie
Skuer al din Brøst og Nød,
Dig og mig skal ingen Strid,
Nød og Fare nogen Tid,
Ja ei Satan selv abskille,
Fat det Løfte, og vær stille! Languages: Norwegian
Zion klager med stor Smerte
Midt igjennem Nød og Fare
Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #106 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Midt igjennem Nød og Fare
Veien gaar til Paradis.
O du Lammets Brudeskare,
Du maa gjennem Torneris,
Du maa over Berg og Dal
Hjem til Zions Brudesal!
Dog – det bliver let at glemme
Første Øieblik derhjemme.
2 Ei, saa lad dig intet trykke,
Jesu Brud, paa denne Jord,
Efterdi hun er, din Lykke,
Saa sorunderlig og stor!
Er du dog saa salig her,
Hvor langt mere evig der!
Faa Minutter om at gjøre,
Kan man dig for Thronen høre.
3 Derfor, Fader uden Lige,
Sendte du din Søn herned,
Os at vinde Himmerige,
Som med Usseldommen stred.
Ham vi favne frydelig,
Og vort Støv skal takke dig
Her og hist med mange, mange
Evig søde Brudesange.
Languages: Norwegian
Midt igjennem Nød og Fare
Comfort, comfort ye my people
Author: Miss Cath. Winkworth; John Olearius (Oelschlaeger) Hymnal: Church Book #119a (1890) Meter: 8.7.7.8 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort now my people,
Speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
Comfort those who sit in darkness,
Mourning 'neath their sorrows’ load;
Speak ye to Jerusalem
Of the peace that waits for them;
Tell her that her sins I cover,
And her warfare now is over.
2 For the Herald’s voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Bidding all men to repentance,
Since the kingdom now is here.
O that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way!
Let the valleys rise to meet Him,
And the hills bow down to greet Him.
3 Make ye straight what long was crooked,
Make the rougher places plain:
Let your hearts be true and humble,
As befits His holy reign;
For the glory of the Lord
Now o'er earth is shed abroad,
And all flesh shall see the token,
That His word is never broken. Languages: English Tune Title: FREU DICH SEHR, O MEINE SEELE
Comfort, comfort ye my people
Comfort, comfort ye my people
Author: Miss Cath. Winkworth; John Olearius (Oelschlaeger) Hymnal: Church Book #119b (1890) Meter: 8.7.7.8 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort now my people,
Speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
Comfort those who sit in darkness,
Mourning 'neath their sorrows’ load;
Speak ye to Jerusalem
Of the peace that waits for them;
Tell her that her sins I cover,
And her warfare now is over.
2 For the Herald’s voice is crying
In the desert far and near,
Bidding all men to repentance,
Since the kingdom now is here.
O that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way!
Let the valleys rise to meet Him,
And the hills bow down to greet Him.
3 Make ye straight what long was crooked,
Make the rougher places plain:
Let your hearts be true and humble,
As befits His holy reign;
For the glory of the Lord
Now o'er earth is shed abroad,
And all flesh shall see the token,
That His word is never broken. Languages: English Tune Title: WERDE MUNTER MEIN GEMÜTHE
Comfort, comfort ye my people
O Jesus! King most wonderful
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; Edward Caswall Hymnal: Church Book #225 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 O Jesus! King most wonderful,
Thou Conqueror renowned;
Thou Sweetness most ineffable,
In whom all joys are found!
2 When once Thou visited the heart,
Then truth begins to shine:
Then earthly vanities depart,
Then kindles love divine.
3 O Jesus, Light of all below!
Thou Fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
All that we can desire,--
4 May every heart confess Thy Name,
And ever Thee adore;
And, seeking Thee, itself inflame
To seek Thee ore and more.
5 Thee may our tongues forever bless;
Thee may we love alone;
And ever in our lives express
The image of Thine own. Languages: English Tune Title: WINCHESTER
O Jesus! King most wonderful
Is this Jesus, then, the Lord
Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #21 (1908) Topics: Third Sunday of Advent Lyrics: 1 Is this Jesus, then, the Lord,
Promised since the world began?
Ask the blind to sight restored,
Ask the lame who leaped and ran;
2 Ask the once loathed leper clean,
Ask the dead to life restored:
They will tell thee Christ hath been,--
Christ will ever be--the Lord.
3 Say thou, poor man, hath not He,
As the prophet spake of old,
Preached His Gospel unto thee?
Is not this the Christ foretold?
4 Come unto Him, all ye meek,
Shun not of His cross the shame:
Blest all they His love who seek,
Bearing witness to His Name. Languages: English Tune Title: PLEYEL'S HYMN
Is this Jesus, then, the Lord
Hail to the Lord's Anointed
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Church Book #122 (1890) Meter: 7.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2 He comes with succor speedy
To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing;
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in His sight.
3 He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth.
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
4 For Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His Name shall stand forever;
That Name to us is Love. Scripture: Psalm 72 Languages: English Tune Title: AURELIA
Hail to the Lord's Anointed
On Jordan's Banks the Herald's Cry
Author: John Chandler Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #13 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 On Jordan's bank the herald's cry
Announces that the Lord is nigh:
Come then and hearken, for he brings
Glad tidings from the King of kings.
2 Then cleansed be every breast from sin,
Make straight the way for God within,
And let us all our hearts prepare
For Christ to come and enter there.
3 For Thou art our Salvation, Lord,
Our Refuge and our great Reward.
Without Thy grace we waste away,
Like flowers that wither and decay.
4 Stretch forth Thy hand, to health restore,
And make us rise, to fall no more;
Once more upon Thy people shine,
And fill the world with love divine.
5 All praise, eternal Son, to Thee
Whose advent sets Thy people free,
Whom, with the Father, we adore,
And Holy Ghost, forevermore.
Amen. Scripture: Isaiah 40:3 Languages: English Tune Title: MENDON
On Jordan's Banks the Herald's Cry
Jesus! the very thought of Thee
Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; Edward Caswall Hymnal: Church Book #224 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Jesus! the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the 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 memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind!
3 O Hope of every 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! Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD, 66
Jesus! the very thought of Thee
Thou Virgin-born Incarnate Word
Author: Anna Hoppe Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #14 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Thou virgin-born incarnate Word,
Begotten of the Father,
Blest Son of Mary, David’s Lord,
In Thy dear Name we gather.
As Thou hast promised, be Thou nigh,
And hear us as we testify,
"Thou art the Christ, our Saviour."
2 The herald in the wilderness
Prepares the way before Thee;
With him let us Thy name confess,
With him let us adore Thee.
Grant that we hearken to his cry,
"Repent, the kingdom draweth nigh,"
And seek Thee, Christ our Saviour.
3 Thou art indeed God’s holy Son,
Beloved of Him so dearly,
The mighty works that Thou hast done
Reveal Thy Godhead clearly:
The blind can see, the sick are healed,
The lips once dumb are now unsealed,
All power is Thine, dear Jesus!
4 Thou art our Peace, our Righteousness,
The Rock of our salvation.
Clothed in Thy garb of holiness,
We fear no condemnation.
Thy blood has cleansed away our sin,
Through Thee eternal life we win,
O crucified Redeemer!
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: MITT HJERTA, JESU! DENNA DAG
Thou Virgin-born Incarnate Word
"Repent, the Kingdom Draweth Nigh"
Author: Anna Hoppe Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #15 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 "Repent, the kingdom draweth nigh,"
The herald of the Lord doth cry.
Ye sinners lost through Adam’s fall,
Will ye not hearken to the call?
2 Repent! The gracious call believe,
Haste His forgiveness to receive.
The Prince of Life, incarnate Word,
Life and salvation can afford.
3 Divine Redeemer, glorious King!
Repentant hearts to Thee we bring.
Thy holy blood for us was spilt,
Cleanse us from all the stains of guilt.
4 Drawn by Thy Spirit, through Thy Word,
Thine invitation have we heard.
In answer to Thy sweet request,
We come to Thee, O Christ, for rest.
5 Thy pardon, full, complete, and free,
Removes sin’s awful penalty.
Our Father’s love is now restored;
Thou hast redeemed us, dearest Lord.
6 Let us Thy Name forever bless,
On earth Thy gospel truth confess,
Till saved by grace, through faith in Thee,
The gates of paradise we see.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: BRESLAU
"Repent, the Kingdom Draweth Nigh"
Thou Camest Down from Heaven on High
Author: Anna Hoppe Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #87 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday First Line: Thou camest down from heav'n on high Lyrics: 1 Thou camest down from heav'n on high,
O Son of God the Father,
For this lost world to bleed and die,
Thy straying sheep to gather,
The works of Satan to destroy,
To turn our sorrow into joy.
2 In Thee the blind receive their sight,
The lame with joy are leaping,
The sorrowful find pure delight,
The weary peaceful sleeping;
Thou givest speech unto the dumb,
And vibrant life to senses numb.
3 Thou Who hast broken Satan's power,
Be Thou our Strength, dear Jesus!
Uphold us in the evil hour,
And from his might release us!
His kingdom is a stronghold still,
And legions hearken to his will.
4 But O, before Thy Word, dear Lord,
The prince of darkness trembles!
He quails before that two-edged Sword
When Thine armed host assembles!
O mighty Word, how great thy power!
Thou art our refuge, shield, and tower.
Amen. Scripture: Matthew 11:2-10 Languages: English Tune Title: MACHS MIT MIR, GOTT, NACH DEINER GÜD
Thou Camest Down from Heaven on High
Hail to the Lord's Anointed
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #22 (1908) Topics: Third Sunday of Advent Lyrics: 1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2 He comes, with succor speedy,
To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in His sight.
3 He shall descend like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love and joy, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth;
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
4 To Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend,
His kingdom still increasing--
A kingdom without end:
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove:
His Name shall stand forever;
That Name to us is Love. Languages: English Tune Title: WEBB (Goodwin)
Hail to the Lord's Anointed
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!
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
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Sover I, hvor kan I sove
Author: Kingo Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #318 (1919) Topics: Jesu Pine De sovende Disciple; Passion of Jesus The Sleeping Disciples; Second Sunday in Advent; Third Sunday in Lent; Aarvaagenhed; Alertness; Lunkenhed; Lukewarmness; Anden Søndag I Advent Til Høimesse -Til Anden Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Tredje Søndag I Faste Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Anden Tekstrækkes Lektie Lyrics: 1 Sover I, hvor kan I sove,
O I Sjæle-Vægtere!
Hvor er eders Tro og Love?
Sover I dog aller Tre!
Er det Tid at sove nu,
Da Guds Søn i Sjæl og Hu
Ængstes hart og skjælver bange
Som en ussel Dødsens Fange?
2 Kan I ei een Time vaage,
Siger Jesus, er det ret,
At den Trygheds Søvne-Taage
Blinder Sjæl og Øie tæt?
Lukker I da Hjertet til,
Og med Søvnet slukke vil
Al den Angest, Nød og Møie,
Som jeg maa ufkyldig døie?
3 Peder, løfterige Peder!
Hvor er nu dit Ord og Haand!
Sover du, imens jeg sveder,
Ængstet udi Sjæl og Aand?
Satan vilde sigtet dig,
Da jeg bad saa inderlig;
Der du var i Havsens Fare,
Holdt jeg Pagt, dit Liv at vare.
4 Vidste I den store Fare,
Vidste I den store Nød,
Saa I kun Ulykkens Snare,
Som er lagt til eders Død,
O, hvor fik I op at se,
Vaage, raabe alle Tre,
Bede, at I ikke alle
Udi Fristelse henfalde!
5 O, min Jesus, o jeg klager
Og bejamrer hjertelig,
At mig Sikkerhed indtager
Og saa tidt forblinder mig,
At, om jeg end en Gang faar
Tanker om dit Blod og Saar,
Saa gjør Satan, naar det gjælder,
At mig Søvnen overvælder.
6 Trende Gange du kun minder,
At Disciplene skal se,
Jeg ti tusind Gange finder
Din Advarsel mer end de,
Ligger dog saa lad og blind,
Sovner dybt i Synden ind,
Vil ei vaage, se og høre,
Naar Guds Aand vil Hjertet røre.
7 Væk mig dog, og lad mig ikke
Lukt i Døden sove hen!
Løs du op min Trygheds Strikke,
Søde Jesus Sjæleven!
Lad mit Øie altid se
Paa din Pine, Nød og Ve,
Lad mig midt i Dødsens Taage
Paa dig tænke, tro og vaage!
Languages: Norwegian
Sover I, hvor kan I sove
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