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Fear not, thou faithful Christian flock
Author: Robert Bridges, 1844 - 1930; Johann Michael Altenburg, 1584 - 1630 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Fear not, thou faithful Christian flock;
God is thy shelter and thy rock:
Fear not for thy salvation.
Though fierce the foe and dark the night,
The Lord of hosts shall be thy might,
Christ thine illumination.
2 Arise, arise, the foe defy!
Call on the Name of God most high,
That he with might endue you.
And Christ, your everlasting Priest,
In all your conflicts shall assist,
From strength to strength renew you. Topics: The Church The People of God; The Life In Christ Conflict and Victory Used With Tune: KOMMT HER ZU MIR
Fear not, thou faithful Christian flock
The Brazen Serpent
Author: J. Hart Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: When the chosen tribes debated
The Brazen Serpent
En el huerto, arrodillado
Author: Desconocido Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 En el huerto arrodillado
Con su espíritu angustiado
Ved al santo Redentor.
Negra noche lo circunda,
La tristeza su alma inunda
De conflicto y de dolor.
2 Cerca duermen los amigos,
Ni socorro ni testigos
Hay en esta lucha cruel.
A Jesús inmaculado
Acongójale el pecado
De su descarriada grey.
3 ¿No podrá pasar de largo
Este cáliz tran amargo,
Sin beberlo el Salvador?
De la culpa es el tributo,
Pues Jesús el substituto
Quiere ser del pecador.
4 La salud nos asegura
Esta copa de amargura
Que bebe en Getsemaní.
Haz, Señor, que to adoremos,
Y tan sólo coloquemos
Siempre la confianza en Ti.
Amén.
Topics: El Año Cristiano Jueves Santo; Christian Year Holy Thursday Used With Tune: ALLES IST AN GOTTES SEGEN
En el huerto, arrodillado
Thou Little Flock, Be Not Afraid
Author: M. Loy; Joh. Mich. Altenburg Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thou little flock, be not afraid,
Tho' foes against thee stand arrayed,
All ready to destroy thee;
Although thy ruin they prepare
And fill thee oft with anxious care,
They shall not long annoy thee.
2 Thy cause is God's; this comfort thee;
May His, not thine, the vengeance be;
Let Him perform His pleasure;
The needful help thou shalt obtain;
Thee and His Word He will sustain
Thro' Christ, His own dear Treasure.
3 As God is God, and true His Word,
Fierce Satan and his hellish herd,
The world and all their powers
Shall reap but shame beneath His rod:
God is with us, and we with God:
The vict'ry must be ours. Topics: The Means of Grace The Christian Church Used With Tune: LITTLE FLOCK
Thou Little Flock, Be Not Afraid
Near the cross was Mary weeping
Author: H. Mills Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 58 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Near the cross was Mary weeping,
There her mournful station keeping,
Gazing on her dying Son,
There with speechless grief oppressed,
Anguish-stricken, and distressed;
Through her soul the sword had gone.
2 Who upon that Sufferer gazing,
Bowed in sorrow so amazing,
Would not with His mother mourn?
'Twas our sins brought Him from heaven;
These the cruel nails had driven;
All His griefs for us were borne.
3 When no eye its pity gave us,
When there was no arm to save us,
He His love and power displayed;
By His stripes He wrought our healing;
By His death, our life revealing,
He for us the ransom paid.
4 Jesus, may Thy love constrain us
That from sin we may refrain us,
In Thy griefs may deeply grieve.
Thee our best affections giving,
To Thy glory ever living,
May we in Thy glory live. Topics: The Church Year Good Friday; The Church Year Good Friday Used With Tune: [Near the cross was Mary weeping]
Near the cross was Mary weeping
Do Not Despair, O Little Flock
Author: Michael Altenburg Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Text Sources: Tr. Lutheran Book of Worship
Do Not Despair, O Little Flock
See the Lord of glory dying
Author: J. Hart Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 66 hymnals
See the Lord of glory dying
All Ye Who Like the Birds Can Soar
Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig; P. C. Paulsen Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 3 hymnals
All Ye Who Like the Birds Can Soar
No temas tú, pequeña grey
Author: Marta Weihmüller, 1878-1957; Johann Michael Altenburg, 1584-1640 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: La Iglesia La Iglesia en General; La Iglesia Triumfante; Cruz y Consuelo; Comunión de Cristo; Communion with Christ; Cross and Comfort; The Church The Church in General Used With Tune: KOMMT HER ZU MIR
No temas tú, pequeña grey
To God Alone Be Glory
Author: Paul Gerhardt; J. Kelly Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: How can it be, my highest Light! Lyrics:
How can it be, my highest Light!
That as before Thy face so bright
All things must pale and vanish,
That my poor feeble flesh and blood
Can summon a courageous mood
To meet Thee, and fear banish?
But dust and ashes what am I?
My body what but grass so dry?
What good the life I’m living?
What can I with my utmost pow’r?
What have I, Lord! from hour to hour
But what Thyself art giving?
I am a poor and feeble worm,
A straw, the lightest passing storm
Could drive away before it.
When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay,
Dost on me e’er so lightly lay,
I know not how t’ endure it.
Lord! I am nought, but Thou art He
Who art all—all belongs to Thee,
And live and move I ever
In Thee—if Thou me terrifi’st,
No store of grace to help suppli’st
I can recover never.
I am unjust, but true Thy heart,
I evil am—Thou holy art,
This thought should shame be giving,
That I in such an evil stand,
Should from Thy mild paternal hand,
The least good be receiving.
Nought else but ill from infancy
Up e’en till now I’ve done to Thee,
In sin was I begotten;
And didst Thou not in faithfulness
My sin remit, and me release,
Lost were I and forgotten.
Let boasting then be far from me,
What is Thy due I render Thee,
To Thee alone be glory!
O Christ! may while I live below
My spirit, and what thence may flow,
With reverence adore Thee.
And if aught hath been done by me
That is well done, it came from Thee,
My pow’r could do it never.
Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring,
All my life long Thy praise I’ll sing,
And tell Thy glory ever.
Paul Gerhardt’s Spiritual Songs, 1867
To God Alone Be Glory
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