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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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

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

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)

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

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

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

Thou art the Way: to Thee alone

Author: George W. Doane Hymnal: Church Book #228 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Thou are the Way: to Thee alone From sin and death we flee: And he who would the Father seek, Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. 2 Thou art the Truth: Thy Word alone Sound wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm: And those who put their trust in Thee, Not death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou are the Way, the Truth, the Life: Grant us that Way to know, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Whose joys eternal flow. Languages: English Tune Title: DEDHAM

Hail to the Lord's Anointed!

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #16 (1926) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Advent, Third Sunday First Line: Hail to the Lord's Anointed 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 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. Amen. Scripture: Psalm 72 Languages: English Tune Title: AURELIA

Now Hail We Our Redeemer

Author: Olavus Petri; Ambrose, (340-397) Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #21 (1926) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Now hail we our Redeemer, Eternal Son of God, Born in the flesh to save us, And cleanse us in His blood. The Morning Star ascendeth, Light to the world He lendeth, Our Guide in grief and gloom. 2 A man, of God begotten, Brought in the age of grace; Lo, all the earth is radiant With light, and hope, and peace. Our prison He demolished, Death’s power He abolished, And opened heaven’s gate. 3 O Jesus, grant us mercy, And grace on us bestow, To walk by Thine own guidance, Thy saving truth to know. For Thee our hearts are yearning, From worldly pleasures turning Unto Thy righteousness. 4 Into Thy hand the Father Gave all, that we might be In bonds of faith united, And dedicate to Thee, A people through Thy merit Entitled to inherit Thy realm eternally. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: FÖRLOSSNINGEN ÄR VUNNEN

Frisk op, min Sjæl, forsage ei

Hymnal: Psalmebog, udgiven af Synoden for den norske evangelisk-lutherske Kirke i Amerika (2nd ed.) #63 (1890) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Frisk op, min Sjæl, forsage ei, Gud vil sig nu forbarme, At hjælpe dig siger han ei nei, Han trøster vel de Arme! Er Trængslen haard, I Rosens Gaard Kan man ei altid dandse. Hvo paa Gud tror, Han tryggelig bor, Og taber ei sin Skandse. 2 Det haver Joseph, den fromme Mand, Saa ofte vel erfaret, Om Job og David læse kan, Hvor vel de blev bevaret: Dem hjalp ret Gud Af Nøden ud, Fra Fiendens Haand og Rænker. Hvo paa Gud tror, Han tryggelig bor Hvod Ondt end Mange tænker. 3 Trods dig, du Djævel og Verden med, Som vil mit Hjerte forføre! Paa Gud jeg haaber til Salighed, Min Bøn vil han vel høre; Thi han af Naad' Hjælp, Trøst og Raad Udi sin Søn har lovet, Hvo paa Gud tror, Han tryggelig bor Det er vel ofte prøvet. 4 Om onde folk end spotte mig Og vil mig slet foragte, Saa er dog Gud min Hjælp saa rig, Den Spot vil jeg ei agte; Skytsherre min Er Gud saa sin, Han er mit Skjold og Klippe. Hvo paa Gud tror, Han tryggelig bor, Hans Hjælp kan aldrig glippe. 5 Derfor dig glæd, min kjære Sjæl, Det skal slet ikke forsage! Du Djævel, Synd og Død, farvel! Trods dig med al din Plage! Thi Jesus Christ, Guds Søn, forvist Har eder overvundet. Hvo paa Gud tror, Han tryggelig bor, Han har os Salighed fundet. 6 Han aldrig Nogen har forladt, Som skikker sig efter hans Vilje, Som hannem i Troen har ret sat, I Korset sig taalig mon stille. Tro, Taalighed, Haab, Kjærlighed, Giver os Gud af sin Naade. Hvo paa Gud tror, Han tryggelig bor, Og frelses af Sorg og Vaade. 7 Hvo som sin Lid til Mennesker slaar Og ei til Gud vor Herre Han er som Avner og slet forgaar, Og kommer aldrig til Ære: Af Nøden Gud Hjælper Sine ud I Jesu Navn Allesammen. Hvo paa Gud tror, Han tryggelig bor, Og salig bliver, Amen. Languages: Norwegian

Bryd frem, mit Hjertes Trang at lindre

Hymnal: Psalmebog, udgiven af Synoden for den norske evangelisk-lutherske Kirke i Amerika (2nd ed.) #64 (1890) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Bryd frem, mit Hjertes Trang at lindre, O arme Synd'res Dag og Sol! Lad intet Forhæng mere hindre Min Indgang til vor Naadestol, Lad den dog ikke gaa i Blinde, Som vil saa gjerne Lyset finde. 2 Du ene var og er og bliver Den arme Verdens rige Trøst, Det Vidnesbyrd Enhver dig giver, Som kjender dig, vor Hjertens Lyst! Saa stor er ingen Nød at finde, Som ikke for din Kraft maa svinde. 3 Du gjør det, at de Døve høre, De Blinde faar sit Syn igjen, Den Halte friske Trin kan gjøre, Spedalskhed viger for dig hen, De Døde har du Aand og Livet Og alle Andre Lædske givet. 4 Har du nu før saa vældig øvet Dit Herredømmes store Magt, Hvi gaar jeg da saa høit bedrøvet? O Jesu! tag min Sjæl iagt; Vis, at du er endnu den Samme, Som Satans Vælde gjør til Skamme. 5 Du ser, hvordan vi gaa i Blinde, Og sansse ei vor Sjælesag, O, lad dog Naadens Lys oprinde, Og gjør det i mit Hjerte Dag, At jeg grandgivelig kan kjende Den Vei, jeg gaar, og Veiens Ende. 6 Oplad og gjennembor mit Øre, Blandt dine Tjenere at staa, Som uophørlig gjerne gjøre, Hvad du ved Ordet peger paa, Ei aldrig andet foretage, End hvad min Herre kan behage. 7 Jeg halter, snubler, gaar i Mørke, Og støder an ved Lidt og Stort, Ak, lad din Aand og store Styrke Bekræfte mig og hjælpe fort, Ret frem og faste Trin at gjøre, Og aldrig lade mig forføre. 8 O, hva kan læge og fordrive Den Synde-sygdom ond og led? Det kan du, Jesu! kom at blive Mig Visdom bliv mig Hellighed! Din Død og Lærdom kan alene Mod den fortvilte Jammer tjene. 9 Død er min Sjæl til alt det Gode, Slet intet ved og mindre kan, O, lad din Kraft den Skade bode, Giv saadan Vilje og Forstand, At jeg et dygtigt Træ maa være, Som dig utallig Frugt kan bære. 10 Jeg fattig er og fuld af Plage, O naaderige Jesu! kom, Og lad mit arme Hjerte smage Dit søde Evangelium, At jeg endogsaa her i Live Maa derved rig og salig blive. Languages: Norwegian

Et trofast Hjerte, O Herre min!

Hymnal: Psalmebog, udgiven af Synoden for den norske evangelisk-lutherske Kirke i Amerika (2nd ed.) #65 (1890) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Et trofast Hjerte, o Herre min! Skal dig tilrede være; Du mig forløste, at jeg er din, Des bør dig Pris og Ære; Det lærer sig selv, Du under os vel, Paa Korset for os slogs du ihjel, Vore Synder vilde du bære. 2 Den Kjærlighed, du haver til mig, Har os tilsammenbundet, Nu kommer den Djævel med sin Svig, Han siger, han vil have vundet; Du est dog ei Den falske Vei, Jeg ved det vist, du sviger mig ei, Lad mig din Hjælp befinde! 3 Elendig, Herre! da gjør du mig, Om du vil fra mig skilles, Mens jeg forlader mig paa dig, Mit Hjertes Angst da stilles. O Hjertens Tvang, Og Verdens Modgang, Baade Nat og Dag gjøres mig saa lang, De agte min Glæde at spilde. 4 Du lover mig godt med Hjerte og Mund Det holder du visselige, At være mig huld i allenstund, Du vil mig aldrig svige; Du skuer dog selv Min ganske Sjæl Hvad heller det gaar mig ilde eller vel, Fra dig vil jeg ei vige. 5 Nu er der ingen i Verden til, Min Sorrig kan fordrive, Foruden Gud, naar han saa vil, Han kan mig Trøsten give. O Jesus sød, Hjælp mig af Nød! Du taalte for mig den bitre Død, Thi lad mig salig blive! Languages: Norwegian

On Jordan's banks the Herald's cry

Author: John Chandler Hymnal: Church Book #111 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 On Jordan's banks the Herald's cry Announces that the Lord is nigh: Come then and harken, 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 our life must fade, And wither like a flower decayed. 4 Stretch forth Thy hand, to health restore, And make us rise, to fall no more: One more upon Thy people shine, And fill the world with love divine. 5 To Him who left the throne of heaven To save mankind, all praise be given: Like praise be to the Father done, And Holy Spirit Three in One. Languages: English Tune Title: ALSTONE

Jesus! Name of wondrous love!

Author: William Walsham How Hymnal: Church Book #223 (1890) Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Jesus! Name of wondrous love! Name all other names above! Name at which must every knee Bow in deep humility. 2 Jesus! Name of priceless worth To the fallen sons of earth, For the promise that it gave-- "Jesus shall His people save." 3 Jesus! Name of mercy mild, Given to the holy Child. When the cup of human woe First He tasted here below. 4 Jesus! Only Name that's given Under all the mighty heaven, Whereby man, to sin enslaved, Burst his fetters, and is saved. 5 Jesus! Name of wondrous Love! Human Name of Him above! Pleading only this we flee, Helpless, 0 our God, to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: ROSEFIELD

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

O Christ, Thou bright and morning Star

Author: Miss Winkworth; Basil Foertzsch Hymnal: Church Book #24 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 O Christ, Thou bright and morning Star, Now shed Thy light abroad: Shine on us from Thy throne afar With Thy pure glorious Word. 2 O Jesus, Comfort of the poor, I lift my heart to Thee: I know Thy mercies still endure And Thou wilt pity me. 3 For Thou didst suffer for my soul, Her burdens to remove: O make me through Thy sorrows whole, Refresh me with Thy love. 4 Then, Jesus, glory, honor, praise, I'll ever sing to Thee: And Thou at last my soul wilt raise To endless joys with Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: O CHRISTE MORGENSTERNE

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing

Author: Robert Robinson Hymnal: Church Book #30 (1890) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. 3 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious Blood. 4 O, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. 5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart; O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above. Languages: English Tune Title: BATTY

Sweeter sounds than music knows

Author: John Newton Hymnal: Church Book #222 (1890) Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Sweeter sounds than music knows, Charm me in Emmanuel's Name; All her hopes my spirit owes To His birth, and Cross, and shame. 2 When He came the angels sung, "Glory be to God on high:" Lord, unloose my stammering tongue; Who shall louder sing than I? 3 Did the Lord a man become, That He might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room, And canst thou, my tongue, be still? 4 No; I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are, and weak; For, should I refuse to sing, Sure the very stones would speak. 5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Lord, and Friend-- Every precious name in one! I will love Thee without end. Languages: English Tune Title: OLD 136TH PSALM

Jesus, Savior, come to me!

Author: Johann Scheffler (Angelus Silesius); Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #279 (1908) Topics: The Catechism The Redeemer; Fourth Sunday of Advent; Third Sunday in Lent; Sixth Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Savior! come to me, Let me ever be with Thee; Come, and nevermore depart, Thou who reignest in my heart. 2 Ever do I for Thee sigh, Nothing else can satisfy. Ever do I cry to Thee: Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 3 Earthly joys can give no peace, Ne'er can bid my longing cease; Still to have my Jesus near, This is all my pleasure here. 4 All that makes the angels glad, In their garb of glory clad, Only fills me with distress If Thy presence does not bless. 5 Take Thou all away from me, I shall still thus minded be, Thou who madest me Thine own Shalt be all my joy alone. 6 None shall claim my heart beside, None but Jesus crucified; Savior, I am only Thine, Other love shall ne'er be mine. 7 Thou alone, my God and Lord, Art my glory and reward; Thou hast bled for me and died, I will be no other's bride. 8 Come, then, Lamb for sinners slain, Come and ease me of my pain; Evermore I cry to Thee: Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 9 Patiently I wait and pray; Jesus do not say me nay; That when death shall come to me, Thou my Jesus sweet wilt be. Languages: English Tune Title: HOLLEY

My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less

Author: Edward Mote Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #424 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Refrain First Line: On Christ, the solid Rock I stand Lyrics: 1 My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness: No merit of my own I claim, But wholly lean on Jesus' Name. Refrain: On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. 2 When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In ev'ry high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil. [Refrain] 3 His oath, His covenant and blood, Support me in the sinking flood; When every earthly prop gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. [Refrain] 4 When I shall launch to worlds unseen, O may I then be found in Him! Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne. [Refrain] Amen. Scripture: Hebrews 6:19 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CATHERINE

I'll praise my Maker whilst I've breath

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Book #2 (1890) Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 I'll praise my Maker whilst I've breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God, who made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure; He saves the opprest, He feeds the poor; And none shall find His promise vain. 3 The Lord gives eyesight to the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the laboring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widowed and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I'll praise Him while He lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English Tune Title: PRAISE

Maker of earth, to Thee alone

Author: John Mason Neale Hymnal: Church Book #32 (1890) Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Maker of earth, to Thee alone Eternal rest belongs; And heavenly choirs around Thy throne Pour forth their endless songs. 2 But we--ah, holy now no more! Are doomed to toil and pain; Yet exiles on an alien shore May sing their country’s strain. 3 Father, whose promise binds Thee still To heal the suppliant throng, Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill That banish us so long! 4 And while we mourn, in faith to rest Upon Thy Love and care; Till Thou restore us, with the blest, The song of heaven to share! Languages: English Tune Title: BELMONT

With joy our voices we unite

Author: Richard Mant Hymnal: Church Book #260 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 With joy our voices we unite, And lift our hearts above, To God, the God of power and might, To God, whose Name is Love. 2 To Him, who us, and earth, and skies, With all their armies made, From us, from all, let anthems rise, To God the Father paid. 3 To Him, whose Death for all mankind, For us, redemption won, By us, by all, be songs combined, In praise to God the Son. 4 To Him, who us and all His fold With sanctity arrays, To God, from all His saints enrolled, The Holy Ghost, be praise. 5 To God, whose Name His Word reveals, Whom all His saints confess, Whose grace His faithful promise seals, To save, to cleanse, to bless: 6 To God, from whom all blessings flow, Eternal One in Three, From all His saints, above, below, Eternal glory be! Languages: English Tune Title: WARWICK

O bless the Lord, my soul!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #363 (1908) Topics: Fourth Sunday of Advent; Third Sunday after Epiphany; Christian Life and Hope The Walk of Godliness: Praise; Christian Life and Hope The Walk of Godliness: Praise Lyrics: 1 O bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless His Name Whose favors are divine. 2 'Tis He forgives thy sins; 'Tis He relieves thy pain; 'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses, And gives thee strength again. 3 He crowns thy life with love, When rescued from the grave; He, that redeemed my souls from death, Hath boundless power to save. 4 He fills the poor with good, He gives the suff'rers rest; The Lord hath justice for the proud, And mercy for th'oppressed. 5 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world His truth and grace By His beloved Son. 6 O bless the Lord, my soul! Nor let this mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. Languages: English Tune Title: MORNINGTON

How beauteous are their feet

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Book #285 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 How beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal. 2 How charming is their voice! How sweet the tidings are! "Zion, behold thy Saviour King; He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found! 4 How blessed are our eyes That see this heavenly light! Prophets and saints desired it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare His arm Through all the earth abroad; Let all the nations now behold Their Saviour and their God. Languages: English Tune Title: MOUNT EPHRAIM

Jesus, Thy Blood and Righteousness

Author: Nicolaus Ludwig Zinzendorf Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #426 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Advent, Third Sunday Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in Thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully through these absolved I am From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 This spotless robe the same appears, When ruined nature sinks in years; No age can change its constant hue; Thy blood preserves it ever new. 4 O let the dead now hear Thy voice; Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice! Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness! 5 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, Then this shall be my only plea: "Jesus hath lived and died for me." Amen. Scripture: Isaiah 61:10 Languages: English Tune Title: MESSIAH

As faithful shepherds of the Lord

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #XIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Third Sunday in Advent For the Epistle Lyrics: 1 As faithful shepherds of the Lord Must we accounted be, Who minister and teach the word With real sincerity. 2 No more the Lord himself requests Than to be just and true, And ever act as for the best As far as we do know. 3 Though we are oft reproach'd & blam'd When we do as we ought, But O! the truth can ne'er be sham'd Or to dishonor brought. 4 Our thoughts and actions all are known, To him who judgeth right; The Lord who knows whate'er is done Brings all things to the light. 5 O let us then with patience wait! And watch with humble pray'r, Till God, whose ways are just and straight, In righteousness appear. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 4:1-5 Languages: English

When John in prison came to hear

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #XII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Third Sunday in Advent For the Gospel Lyrics: 1 When John in prison came to hear How great the works of Jesus were, Sent his Disciples for to know Their Saviour Christ, and own him too. 2 When they to Christ enquiring came, He bid them go to John again And shew to him where they had been, And tell the wonders they had seen. 3 The blind are made to see the light, The dead to feel his pow'r and might; The deaf to hear the dumb to talk, The lepres cleans'd, the lame to walk. 4 The poor they hear the gospel sound, Which heals the soul of every wound; They learn to know the way of peace, The way to endless happiness. 5 How happy and how bless'd are they Who know that Jesus is the way, They bear the cross and are resign'd To follow Christ with heart and mind. 6 Should we not praise the Lord our king? Who did salvation to us bring, Who pities men the fallen race, And came to make them heirs of grace. Scripture: Matthew 11:2-11 Languages: English

Abba, Father, let me be

Author: Dave Bilbrough Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #1 (2000) Topics: Year A Third Sunday Before Advent Scripture: Galatians 4:6 Languages: English Tune Title: [Abba, Father, let me be]

Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates!

Author: Georg Wiessel; Miss Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #2 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Topics: Church Year Advent; Advent, First Sunday; Trinity, Twenty-third Sunday; National; Names and Office of Christ King; Consecration; Christ, Lord of Life; National Refrain First Line: All praise and glory be to thee 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: Refrain: All praise and glory be to Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, eternally. 2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried, Mercy is ever at His side; His kingly crown is holiness, His scepter, pity in distress: The end of all our woe He brings; Wherefore the earth is glad and sings: [Refrain] 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. [Refrain] 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, The new and nobler life begin. [Refrain] 5 Redeemer, come! I open wide My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide! Let me Thine inner presence know, Thy grace and love on me bestow. Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, Until our glorious goal be won. [Refrain] Amen. Scripture: Psalm 24:7 Languages: English Tune Title: GÖR PORTEN HÖG

O Helligaand, kom til as ned

Author: Michael Schirmer; Søren Jonassøn Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #19 (1919) Topics: Sædvanlige Salmer til Høimesse; High Mass; Fjerde Søndag I Advent Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Epistel; Fourth Sunday in Advent; Tredje Søndag efter Hellig 3 Kongers Dag Til Aftengudstjeneste; Third Sunday after Epiphany; Søndag Seksagesima Til Høimesse -Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Sexagesima Sunday; Tredje Søndag I Faste Til Høimesse -Til Tredje Teksxtækkes Evangelium; Third Sunday in Lent; Trefoldigheds-Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste - Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Epistel; Trinity Sunday; Fjerde Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse; Fjerde Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse -Til Tredje Teksxtækkes Evangelium; Fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Åttende Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Aftengudstjeneste; Eighth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Trettende Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse -Til Sekund Tekstrækkes Evangelium; Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Syttende Søndag efter Trefoldiheds Fest Til Høimesse; Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday; Menighedsmøder; Church Meetings; Næstekjærlighed; Charity; Vandring I Lyset; Walking in the Light Lyrics: 1 O Helligaand, kom til os ned, Din Bolig du i os bered Ved Ordets Lys og Stjerne! Du Himmel-Lys, som mørknes ei, Giv, at vi Sandheds Himmelvei Ved dig maa følge gjerne! Dit Skin Hvert Trin Os ledsage, Og forjage Mørkets Tanker, Som i vore Hjerter vanker! 2 Giv Kraft og Virkning ved dit Ord, Som Gud os sendte ned til Jord, Lad det som Luset brænde, At vi Gud Fader og Guds Søn Og Aanden, vores Del saa skjøn, I hellig Enhed kjende! Giv Tro, Giv Ro! Lær at haabe, Hjælp at raabe, Giv vi alle Kunde Jesus Herre kalde! 3 Du Visdoms rige Kildervæld, Som fylder hver gudfrygtig Sjæl, Lær os det her i Live, At vi ved Troens Enighed Med sand indbyrdes Kjærlighed Maa godt Eksempel give! Bøi du Vor Hu Til din Lære, Dig til Ære Hjælp at prise Gud, og hver Mand godt bevise! 4 Staa du os paa vor Vandring bi, Før os selv paa den rette Sti, Lad Foden ikke glide! Giv i vort Løb Bestandighed, Lær os dit Kors med Taalighed I Troens Kraft at lide! Trøst selv Vor Sjæl! I al Sorgen Vær du Borgen, Hvor vi trygge Kan i Nødens Tider bygge! 5 O byre Balsam, ædle Saft, Du os al overflødig Kraft Og Hjerte-Styrkning give, Naar vore Fienders Pileskud Bil os i Striden fordre ud, At vi mag stærke blive! Vor Sjæl Fuld vel, At de Plager, Som den nager, Kan forsvinde, Og vi Lægedom maa finde! 6 Lad os i Troens Hellighed Opnaa vort Lives Maal og Med, Og giv os denne Naade, At vi herefter kjende maa, Hvor vi umulig kan bestaa, Om Kjødet selv maa raade. Drag du Vor Hu, Sjæl og Grunde, At vi stunde Til det Høie, Og vort Hjerte til dig føie! Languages: Norwegian

Herre, tal, din Tjener hører

Author: Anna Sofia; Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #23 (1919) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Herre, tal, din Tjener hører, Paa dit ord jeg giver Agt, Aand og Liv det i sig fører, Sandt er alt, hvad du har sagt. Dødens Magt hos mig er stor, Jesus, lad dit Livsens Ord Alt mit Hjerte gjennem trænge, At jeg hart ved dig maa hænge! 2 Hvo vil ikke gjerne høre Dig, som veed og kjender alt, For vort Hjerte, Aand og Øre Ingen slige Ord har talt. Mangen Synder Modet brast, Naar dit ord ham slog med Hast, Men den, Sorg for Synden bøier, Sødt det trøster og ophøier. 3 Dine Ord er klare Bække, Hvor min, Tørst jeg slukke kan, Og mod Hungers-Nød de dække Mig et Bord i øde Land; Dine Ord mig lyse skal Gjennem Dødens Dyb og Dal, Er det Sverd, hvormed jeg strider, Trøstens Bæger, naar jeg lider. 4 Herre Jesus, lad mig have Dine Ord i Hjertet lukt, Og lad denne Himlens Gave Bære en velsignet Frugt! Tag dem aldrig bort fra mig! Indtil op i Himmerig Du den Ære mig vil gjøre, Jeg dig selv faar se og høre. 5 Verden er saa fuld af Plage, Søde Jesus, hør du mig! Lad mig hos dig alle Dage Stande fast urokkelig Paa dit Ords den rette Grund, Saa vil jeg til sidste Stund Og i Døden trøstig være, Synge dit Navn Lov og Ære. Languages: Norwegian

Herre tal, din Tjener hører

Author: Anna Sofia; Landstad Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #23 (1897) Topics: Third Sunday in Advent High Mass Lyrics: 1 Herre tal, din Tjener hører, Paa dit Ord jeg giver Agt, Aand og Liv det i sig fører, Sandt er Alt, hvad du har sagt. Dødens Magt hos mig er stor, Jesu, lad dit Livsens Ord Alt mit Hjerte gjennemtrænge, At jeg hart ved dig maa hænge! 2 Hvo vil ikke gjerne høre Dig, som veed og kjender Alt, For vort Hjerte, Aand og Øre Ingen slige Ord har talt. Mangen Synder Modet brast, Naar dit Ord ham slog med Hast, Men den, Sorg for Synden bøier, Sødt det trøster og ophøier. 3 Dine Ord er klare Bekke, Hvor min Tørst jeg slukke kan, Og mod Hungers-Nød de dække Mig et Bord i øde Land; Dine Ord mig lyse skal Gjennem Dødens Dyb og Dal, Er det Sværd, hvormed jeg strider, Trøstens Bæger, naar jeg lider. 4 Herre Jesu, lad mig have Dine Ord i Hjertet lukt, Og lad denne Himlens Gave Bære en velsignet Frugt! Tag dem aldrig bort fra mig! Indtil op i Himmerig Du den Ære mig vil gjøre, Jeg dig selv faar se og høre. 5 Verden er saa fuld af Plage, Søde Jesu, hør du mig! Lad mig hos dig alle Dage Stande fast urokkelig Paa dit Ords den rette Grund, Saa vil jeg til sidste Stund Og i Døden trøstig være, Synge dit Navn Lov og Ære. Languages: Norwegian

Love divine, all love excelling

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #31 (1890) Topics: Worship General Petitions; Advent, Fourth Sunday; Epiphany, Fourth Sunday; Passion Week; Easter Season, Fifth Sunday; Whit-Sunday; Third Sunday after Trinity; Fifth Sunday after Trinity; Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity; Twenty Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down! Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart! 2 Breathe, O breathe Thy loving spirit Into every troubled breast! Let us all in Thee inherit, Let us find Thy promised rest. Take away the love of sinning, Alpha and Omega be; End of faith, as its beginning, Set our hearts at liberty. 3 Come, Almighty, to deliver, Let us all Thy life receive; Graciously return, and never, Never more Thy temples leave! Thee we would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above, Pray and praise Thee without ceasing, Glory in Thy precious love. 4 Finish then Thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be; Let us see Thy great salvation Perfectly restored in Thee! Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Languages: English Tune Title: RIPLEY

Psalm 25: Remember Your Mercies

Author: David Haas Hymnal: Gather Comprehensive #35 (1994) Topics: Seasons and Feasts Advent; Teaching; Lent I; Ordinary Time Third Sunday; Ordinary Time Twenty-Sixth Sunday First Line: Your ways, O Lord, make known to me Refrain First Line: I: Remember your mercies, O Lord; II: Teach me your ways, O Lord Scripture: Psalm 25:4-9 Languages: English Tune Title: [Your ways, O Lord, make known to me]

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