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Dybe, stille, Sterke, milde
Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Dybe, stille, Sterke, milde
Guddomsord fra Himmel-Havn
Naade, kalde Hjerter alle
Til den gode Hyrdes Favn,
Vidne om, hvad os er givet:
Jesus er vor Vei til Livet.
2 Frelser kjære, Tak dig være
For din Naade mod vor Jord!
Tiden rinder, Verden svinder,
Evig dog bestaar dit Ord;
Med dit Ord din Naade varer,
Er vort Værn mod alle Farer.
3 Drag de mange Sjæle bange
Til dig ved din Helligaand!
Allevegne Døden segne
For din sterke Frelserhaand!
Før os frem paa Livets Veie,
Før os ind til Livets Eie!
Topics: Sjette Søndag efter Hellig Tre-Kongers Dag Til Høimesse; Sixth Sunday after Holy Three Kings Day High Mass; Guds Ord; God's Word; Herliggjørelsen; Glorification; Tredie Søndag i Advent Til Aftensang; Third Sunday in Advent For Evening; Anden Paaskedag Til Aftensang; Second Easter Day For Evening; 20 Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fest Til Hoimesse; Twentieth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass; 27 Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fest; Twenty-seventh Sunday after Trinity Sunday Used With Tune: [Dybe, stille, Sterke, milde]
Dybe, stille, Sterke, milde
Dyddiau dyn sydd fel glaswelltyn (Like the grass are all man's days)
Author: Rev. T. C. Edwards Appears in 1 hymnal Used With Tune: DYDDIAU DYN SYDD FEL GLASWELLTYN
Dyddiau dyn sydd fel glaswelltyn (Like the grass are all man's days)
Dying alone
Author: A. W. McHan Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: My dearest companion come near me I pray Refrain First Line: Only a sigh, only a tear
Dying alone
Dying Contrition
Author: Julia E. Lloyd Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: In this hour so faint and weary Refrain First Line: Oh, if tears could stay the rum-tide Used With Tune: [In this hour so faint and weary]
Dying Contrition
Dying Creator, Slaughtered Lamb
Author: Augustus M. Toplady Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Dying Creator, slaughtered Lamb,
Thou hast poured out Thy blood for me;
O may I, kindled by Thy flame,
As freely give myself to Thee!
My heart to Thee I now resign,
For, Lord, it cost the blood of Thine!
2 To save my falling soul from death
Th’immaculate Redeemer died;
Lord, my offenses drove the nails,
The soldier, I, that pierced Thy side:
For this my restless eye runs o’er
Because I can lament no more.
3 How gladly should my head have worn
The crown of thorns to hinder Thine!
Have suffered in my Master’s stead,
And made Thy dying sorrows mine!
Have stretched my arms upon the tree,
And died myself to rescue Thee!
4 But O! no other sacrifice
The Father’s justice could appease;
Ten thousand worlds had died in vain,
Thy blood alone could buy our peace:
The God offended must be slain
To expiate th’offense of man!
5 And shall I not His cross take up
Who died upon a cross for me?
Jesus, through good and ill report,
I, in Thy strength, will follow Thee:
My Master lived despised, abhorred,
And I am not above my Lord.
6 The world combined, with one consent,
To trample on the Great Supreme;
The very God of very God,
A man of sorrows here became,
And all who seek in Heav’n to reign,
Must enter through the gate of pain. Used With Tune: HULL NEW Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poems (London: Daniel Sedgwick and Hamilton & Adams, 1775)
Dying Creator, Slaughtered Lamb
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