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Søde Jesus, Festens Fyrste

Søde Jesus, Festens Fyrste

Author: Thomas Kingo
Published in 4 hymnals

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1 Søde Jesus, Festens Fyrste,
Spire ud af Jesse Rod,
Vil man dog saa hastig tørste
Efter dit og Dines Blod?
Vi igaar blandt Englelyd
Sang din Fødsel ind med Fryd,
Skal vi klage nu og græde,
Og idag en Ligsang kvæde?

2 Efter du stod op af Døde,
Stefan første Martyr blev;
Han frivillig vilde bløde,
Med sit blod sin Tro beskrev;
Han var frisk og uforferd
Til at føre Aandens Sverd,
Hvo, som turde imodsige,
Maatte ham med Blussel vige.

3 Falske tungers Slange-Brodde
Hemmelig paa hannem stak,
Og ved Løgn ham undertraadde,
Det blev al hans Gjernings Tak.
De beløi ham mer og mer,
Som saa tidt i Verden sker:
Herrens Lov og Tempels Ære
Skalkeskjul maa ofte være.

4 Om end Englelys og Ære
Skinner af hans Øieften,
Ville de dog Tænder skjære
Til at knuse ham hans Ben.
Han har Gud i Syn og Sind,
Langt han ser i Himlen ind,
Raaber, mens de Oren stoppe:
Jesus staar i glans deroppe!

5 De nu hannem overfalde,
Og af Staden støde ham,
Han paa Jesus fast mon kalde,
Midlertid er hver ham gram,
Stener, slaar og gjør ham Meen,
Knuser ham hans Pandeben;
Saulus samme Stund sig glæder,
Træder paa Guds Martyrs Klæder.

6 Der han vil til Døden blegne,
Og har Munden fuld af Blod,
Beder han, Gud ei tilregne
Vil dem deres Synderflod,
Dermed han i Jesu Tro
Sov hen til Guds evig Ro.
Jesus os den Naade kjende,
I slig Tro vort Liv at ende!



Source: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #155

Author: Thomas Kingo

Thomas Hansen Kingo (15 December 1634 – 14 October 1703 Odense) was a Danish bishop, poet and hymn-writer born at Slangerup, near Copenhagen. His work marked the high point of Danish baroque poetry. He belonged to a rather poor family partly of Scottish origin and was educated a clergyman. In his youth, Kingo wrote a series of poems picturing humorous scenes in village life and a pastoral love poem, Chrysillis. He studied theology at the University of Copenhagen, graduating in 1654, and for some time acted as private tutor. In 1661 he was appointed vicar to the pastor at Kirke Helsinge, and in 1668 he was ordained a minister at his native town, where his poetic activity began. At first he essayed patriotic poems, but later devoted h… Go to person page >

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First Line: Søde Jesus, Festens Fyrste
Author: Thomas Kingo
Language: Norwegian
Copyright: Public Domain

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Kirkesalmebog #d586

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Kirkesalmebog #155

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M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #155

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Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #155

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