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Min Hjertens Jesu, søde Lyst

Author: Brorson; J. K. Lange Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Attende Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fest Til Høimesse; Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass; Jesus-Salmer; Jesus Hymns; Anden Søndag etter Hellig Tre-Kongers Dag Til Aftensang; Second Sunday after Holy Three Kings Day For Evening; Midfaste Søndag Til Hoimesse; Midfast Sunday High Mass; 10 Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fest Til Aftensang; Tenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday For Evening Lyrics: 1 Min Hjertens Jesu, søde Lyst For Sjælens klare Øie! Jeg, som mig al Tid ved dit Bryst Saa liflig kan fornøie, Jeg knæler for din Throne ned Og vil din store Herlighed Med Glædesang ophøie. 2 Du er mit Lys, bestraaler mig Med idel Fryd og Glæde, Mit Hjerte derved skynder sig Paa Livets Vei at træde; O tag mit Hjerte, Sind og Sans, Og fyld dem med dit Lys, din Glans Fra Himlens lyse Sæde! 3 Du er min sikre Himmel-Vei Til Livsens Land at vinde; Hvo det forstaar, han vandrer ei Med Verdens Flok i Blinde. Ak, lad mig aldrig tænke mig At kunne Himlen uden dig, Min søde Frelser, finde! 4 Du, du er Sandhed selv, hvorpaa Jeg fast og stadig bygger, I dig er Liv og Kraft at faa, Alt uden dig kun Skygger. Befæst min Sjæl i Livets Trin, At jeg ei paa det bare Skin Og løse Grunde bygger! 5 Du er mit Liv; ved dig jeg kan I Gud mit Levnet føre, Din Aand mit Hjertes tørre Land Kan skjønt og frugtbart gjøre Ved Himlens Dug og Livsens Saft; Ak, lad dog denne Levekraft I Sjælen ei ophøre! 6 Du er mit søde Himmel-Brød, Din Faders største Gave, Hvoraf min Sjæl i Hungers Nød Kan Kraft og Styrke have; O gjør mig derved sterk og glad, Og lad mig ikke Sjæle-Mad Af Verdens Lyst tillave! 7 Du er min Drik saa sød og sund, At lædske mig og fryde, Hvo dig har smagt i Hjertets Grund, Vil al Tid mere nyde. O Kilde, se, hvor tørster mig! O lad din Sødheds Strømme sig Udi min Sjæl udgyde! 8 Du er min Klædning dyrebar, Mit Hjertes Gyldenstykke, I din Retfærdighed jeg har Et evigt Brudesmykke. Bort med al egen Retfærds Dragt, De blinde Sjæles Daare-Pragt, Den gamle Adams Krykke! 9 Du er min Hyrde, som saa mild Og trofast var, at hente Min arme Sjæl, der den saa vild, I Synden fra dig rendte. O tag i Agt dit arme Faar, At jeg ei skilles fra din Hjord, Men Himlen vist kan vente! 10 Du er min sterke Helt i Strid, Met Pantser Skjold og Bue, Min Tilflugt udi Trængsels Tid, Som al min Nød kan kue, Mit Skib i Sorgens mørke Sø,– I dig jeg leve vil og dø, Og saa for intet grue. 11 Du er min Ven i Nød og Død, den bedste, som jeg eier, Min Broder meer end Honning sød, Min Moder, som mig pleier, Min Læge, naar jeg findes svag, Min Skat og Glæde Nat og Dag, Som over al Ting veier. 12 Hvad skal jeg sige om dig meer, Min eneste Udvalte? Jeg vil af Hjertet, som du ser, Dig ret mit Alt faa kalde, Thi, hvad jeg trænger, er du mig; Gjør kun til Velbehag for dig Mit Hjertes Tanker alle!

Driftig nu, mit bange Hjerte

Author: H. A. Brorson Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Tjuefjerde Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fest Til Høimesse; Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass; Aarvaagenhed; Tillid; Tillid; Trust; Trust; Frimodighed og Glæde; Frimodighed og Glæde; Mercy and Joy; Mercy and Joy; Anden Søndag i Advent Til Aftensang; Second Sunday in Advent For Evening; Fjerde Søndag i Advent Til Hoimesse; Fourth Sunday in Advent High Mass; Søndag efter Nyaar Til Aftensang; Sunday after New Years For Evening; Fjerde Søndag efter Hellig Tre-Kongers Dag Til Hoimesse; Fourth Sunday after Holy Three Kings Day High Mass; Tredie Søndag efter Paaske Til Hoimesse; Third Sunday after Easter High Mass; Fjerde Søndag efter Paaske Til Aftensang; Fourth Sunday after Easter For Evening Lyrics: 1 Dristig nu, mit bange Hjerte, Fat dig et frimodigt Sind! Skynd dig kun med al din Smerte Lige til din Jesum ind! Ja, jeg løber lige til, Lad kun spotte, hvem der vil, Sligt jeg ei kan se og høre, Har det kun med Gud at gjøre. 2 Som i Storm og sterke Vinde Skibet drives under Land, At det Rolighed kan finde, Settes der igjen i Stand, Saadan har nu Vredens Vind, Jesu! drevet mig herind, Da jeg før ei tænke kunde Andet, end at gaa til Grunde. 3 Du vil mig vist ei bortstøde, Søde Jesus, Sjæleven! Thi jeg sørget mig til Døde, Kom jeg ikke til dig hen. Ingen Hjort saa tørstig kan Skrige efter Kildevand, At jeg ei med større Smerte Længes efter dig af Hjerte. 4 Jeg vil ikke tigge længe Der, hvor intet er at faa, Ære, Rigdom, Gods og Penge– Siig mig dog, hvor langt de naa? Da jeg var i Sjæle-Nød, Da var hele Verden død, Ingen kunde, ingen vilde Den fortviled' Sorg formilde. 5 Jesus, ja min Jesus ene, Han alene kan og vil, Derfor hvad end andre mene, Ham jeg trænger mig hen til; Det er ham, min Sjæl, du maa Ene, ene lide paa, Ham jeg ogsaa fast vil holde, Til min' Hænder ere kolde. 6 Jesu, tak, at du tilsteder Mig at komme dig saa nær! Du har søde Ord, som glæder, Sterke Ord, som frelser her Fra al Sorg og Synd og Nød; Se, jeg er i Jesu Skjød! Det er Ære her at ligge, Det er Rigdom her at tigge.

Dage komme, Tider skride

Author: M. B. Landstad Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Tjuefemte Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fet Til Høimesse; Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass; Aarvaagenhed; Anden Søndag i Advent Til Hoimesse; Second Sunday in Advent High Mass; 21 Søndag efter Trefoldigheds Fest Til Hoimesse; Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Dage komme, Tider skride, Ingen kjender Herrens Stund, Maaske Verden end skal lide Nød og Trængsel mangelund; Maaske snart det nu er nok? Agt paa Tiden, Kristi Flok! Se, de Tordenskyer drage Over Kirkens Taarn og Tage! 2 Giv, o Gud, naar Trængslen stiger, Og du fører Domme frem Over Verdens Land og Riger, At vi være maa blandt dem, Som du har et Øie paa! Jesu, beed, at vi maa gaa Fri fra Synde-Straffens Vaade, Handle du med os i Naade! 3 Der, hvor Aadslet er, desværre, Samles graadig Ulv og Ørn; Hav Langmodighed, o Herre, Med os arme Syndens Børn! Giv os tid og far med Taal, Før du tender Vredens Baal, Og, naar hele Verden brænder, Rek imod os begge Hænder!

Jesus! the very thought of Thee

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; Edward Caswall Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,067 hymnals Topics: Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus! the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind! 3 O Hope of every contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek! 4 But what to those who find? ah, this Nor tongue nor pen can show; The Love of Jesus, what it is, None but His loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only Joy be Thou! As Thou our Prize wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, And through eternity! Used With Tune: REDHEAD, 66

Awake my soul in joyful lays

Author: Rev. Samuel Medley Appears in 1,078 hymnals Topics: Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving-kindness, O how free! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate, His loving-kindness, O how great! 3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along, His loving-kindness, O how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood, His loving-kindness, O how good! 5 Soon I shall pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail; O may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death! 6 Then let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day; And sing with raptures and surprise, His loving-kindness in the skies. Used With Tune: AWAKE, MY SOUL

I heard the voice of Jesus say

Author: H. Bonar Appears in 1,261 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast." I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn and sad; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold, I freely give The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink, and live." I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's light; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my star, my sun; And in that light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done. Used With Tune: [I heard the voice of Jesus say]

I lift my heart to Thee, Savior divine

Author: C. E. Mudie Appears in 75 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 I lift my heart to Thee, Savior divine, For Thou art all to me, and I am Thine. Is there on earth a closer bond than this, That "My Beloved’s mine, and I am His?" 2 To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb, I all things owe; All that I hav, and am, and all I know. All that I have is now no longer mine, And I am not mine own;--Lord, I am Thine. 3 How can I, Lord, withhold life’s brightest hour From Thee; or gathered gold, or any power? Why should I keep one precious thing from Thee; When Thou hast given Thine own dear self for me? 4 I pray Thee, Savior, keep me in Thy love, Until death’s holy sleep shall me remove To that fair realm, where, sin and sorrow o’er, Thou and Thine own are one forevermore. Used With Tune: [I lift my heart to Thee]

O come, Eternal Spirit

Author: Rev. Carl Johann Philip Spitta, D. D.; Rev. Emanuel Cronenwett Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: Twenty Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O come, Eternal Spirit Of truth, diffuse Thou light! Shine in our soul and banish All blindness from our sight! Thy holy fire pour o'er us, Touch heart and lip, that we With faithful, good confession Acknowledge Christ and Thee. 2 O Thou, whom our great Monarch Hath promised unto us, Blest Comforter, come to us, And make us chivalrous. In these times of indiff'rence And dearth of faith, O come! And ply the keen-edged weapons Of early Christendom. 3 Rank unbelief is rampant, Mad folly storms the sky, Hence Thou Thyself must arm us With weapons from on high: With wisdom, grace, endurance, And faith robust, and then Entirely banish from us All false respect for men. 4 These times call for decision, Though foes 'gainst us inveigh; For open, bold confession, Whate'er the world may say: In spite of all the glitter Of gilded heathendom, To praise, defend, and cherish Christ's Gospel till He come. 5 Afar, o'er heathen darkness, The powerful Word breaks day; They cast, with Satan's shackles, Their household-gods away; From every side they hasten Into the Savior's fold, And oh! shall it close to us As to the lost of old! 6 Alas! we truly merit Such judgment as our lot; To us the light is shining, But we receive it not! O grant us greater fervor T' impolre Thy grace, dear Lord, That from us be not taken The light of Thy blest Word. 7 Pour, Spirit, o'er all nations A Pentecostal shower, The Word of testimony Accompany with power, The heart and lips may open— The nations' and our own— And we, through joy and sorrow, Make Christ's salvation known. Used With Tune: TESCHNER (Valet will ich dir geben)

Lord, Thine image Thou hast lent me

Author: John Scheffler; John Christian Jacobi Meter: 8.7.7 Appears in 12 hymnals Topics: Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, Thine image Thou hast lent me, In Thy never-fading Love; I was fallen: but Thou hast sent me Full Redemption from above. Sacred Love, I long to be Thine to all eternity! 2 Love, Thou hast for me enduréd All the pains of death and hell; Nay, Thy sufferings have procuréd More for me than tongue can tell: Love almighty and divine, I would be for ever Thine! 3 Love, my Life, and my Salvation, Light and Truth, eternal Word! Thou alone dost consolation To my sinking soul afford. Sacred Love, I long to be Thine to all eternity! 4 Love in mercy, Thou wilt raise me From the grave of sin and dust; Love, I shall for ever praise Thee, When in heaven among the just; Love almighty and divine, May I be for ever Thine! Used With Tune: LIEBE DIE DU MICH ZUM BILDE

Lord, to Thee I make confession

Author: J. Franck Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Appears in 34 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, to Thee I make confession, I have sinned and gone astray, I have multiplied transgression, Chosen for myself my way: Forced at last to see my errors, Lord, I tremble at Thy terrors. 2 But from Thee how can I hide me, Thou, O God, art everywhere; Refuge from Thee is denied me, Or by land or sea or air; Nor death's darkness can enfold me, So that thou shouldst not behold me. 3 Yet, though conscience' voice appall me, Father, I will seek Thy face; Though Thy child I scarce dare call me, Yet restore me to Thy grace; Do not for my sins forsake me; Do not let Thy wrath o'ertake me; 4 For Thy Son hath suffered for me, And the blood He shed for sin, That can heal me and restore me, Quench this burning fire within; 'Tis alone His cross can vanquish These dark fears and soothe this anguish. 5 Then on Him I cast my burden, Sink it in the depths below! Let me know Thy gracious pardon, Wash me, make me white as snow. Let Thy Spirit leave me never, Make me only thine forever! Used With Tune: [Lord, to Thee I make confession]