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Nun lob, mein Seel', den Herren

Hymnal: Zwei- und dreistimmige geistliche Lieder und Choräle #c49 (1898) Languages: German Tune Title: [Nun lob, mein Seel', den Herren]

Nun lob, mein Seel, den Herren

Hymnal: Vierstimmige Melodien für das Gesangbuch #60 (1910) Languages: German Tune Title: [Nun lob, mein Seel, den Herren]

Nun lob', mein Seel', den Herren

Hymnal: Vierstimmige Melodien #89 (1897) Languages: German Tune Title: [Nun lob', mein Seel', den Herren]

Nun lob', mein Seel', den Herren

Hymnal: The Selah Song Book (Das Sela Gesangbuch) (2nd ed) #104b (1926) Languages: German Tune Title: [Nun lob', mein Seel', den Herren]

Nun lob, mein Seel, den Herren

Author: Johann Gramann, 1487-1541 Hymnal: Gesangbuch #276 (1910) Languages: German Tune Title: [Nun lob, mein Seel, den Herren]

My Soul, Now Bless thy Maker

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Johann Gramann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #34 (1941) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: My soul, now bless thy Maker! Lyrics: 1 My soul, now bless thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name Who maketh thee full partaker Of mercies more than thou dar'st claim. Forget Him not whose meekness Still bears with all thy sin, Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; Whose grace and care are endless And saved thee thro' the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wronged at last. 2 He shows to man His treasure Of justice, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress, Nor treats us as we merit, But lays His anger by. The humble, contrite spirit Finds His compassion nigh; And high as heav'n above us, As dawn from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. 3 For as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms will gather All who are His in childlike fear. He knows how frail our powers Who but from dust are made; We flourish like the flowers, And even so we fade; The wind but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er, We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heav'n is fixed His dwelling, His rule is over all; Angels, in might excelling, Bright hosts, before Him fall. Praise Him who ever reigneth, All you who hear His Word, Nor our poor hymns disdaineth-- My soul, O bless the Lord! Amen. Topics: Adoration Worship and Praise Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN' SEEL'

My Soul, Now Bless Thy Maker

Author: J. Gramann, 1487-1541; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #456 (1996) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 My soul, now bless thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name Who maketh thee partaker Of mercies more than thou dare claim. Forget Him not whose meekness Still bears with all thy sin, Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; Whose grace and care are endless And saved thee through the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wronged at last. 2 He shows to man His treasure Of judgment, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress, Nor treats us as we merit, But lays His anger by, The humble, contrite spirit Finds His compassion nigh; And high as heav'n above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. 3 For as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms will gather All who are His in childlike fear. He knows how frail our powers Who but from dust are made. We flourish like the flowers, And even so we fade. The wind but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er-- We wither like the grasses; Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heav'n is fixed His dwelling; His rule is over all. Angels, in might excelling, Bright hosts, before Him fall. Praise Him who ever reigneth, All ye who hear His Word. Nor our poor hymns disdaineth-- My soul, O bless the Lord! Topics: Trinity 12 Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL