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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

Lammet paa Zions Bjerg

Jeg ser dig, søde lam, at staa

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson
Tune: RELEASE
Published in 2 hymnals

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1 Jeg ser dig, søde Lam, at staa
Paa Zions Bergetop.
Men ak, den Vei, du maatte gaa,
Saa tung, saa trang derop.
O, Byrde, som paa dig var kast;,
Al Verdens Skam og Last.
Saa sank du i vor jammer ned
Saa dybt, som Ingen veed.

2 Uskyldig' Lam! saa ynkelig
Du vilde ofres hen.
Din Kjærlighed har bundet dig,
At faa os løst igjen.
Du led og sled vort Fængsels Baand
Med naglet fod og Haand.
Du gik som Løve af din Grav.
Vor Død du plyndred af.

3 Hver vrimler nu omkring din Stol
En Flok saa hvid som Sne.
Hvert Øie glimrer som en Sol,
At det guds Lam maa se.
Det Ord om Lammets Slaveri
For os, for os at fri,
Gjør, midt gland alle Angles Sang,
Endnu den stærkest; Klang.

4 Tolv Gag' tolv tusind' har i Favn
Enhver sin Harpe spændt.
I Panden Lammets Faders Navn
Gjør al den Slægt bekjendt.
Det gaar som stærk Vandes Lyd,
Naar de slaa an i Fryd!
Guds Lam, som vandt os paradis,
Dig ske Lov, Tak og Pris.

5 Tak, Abba! at du var saa god
Mod Adams faldnes Kjøn;
Og os til Frelse slagte lod
Din den eenbaarne Søn.
Dig prise nu hvert Aandedrag,
Hvert Hjertepik og Slag.
Ja Lam! for al den Del, du led,
Tak, Tak i Evighed!



Source: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #418

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson

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First Line: Jeg ser dig, søde lam, at staa
Title: Lammet paa Zions Bjerg
Author: Hans Adolf Brorson
Language: Norwegian
Copyright: Public Domain

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Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #418

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