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Confitemini Domino

Hymnal: The Church Service Book #278b (1906) Topics: Proper Psalms on Certain Days Easter Day, Evening First Line: O give thanks unto the Lord for he is gracious Scripture: Psalm 118 Languages: English Tune Title: [O give thanks unto the Lord for he is gracious]

Confitemini Domino

Hymnal: The Church Service Book #278c (1906) Topics: Proper Psalms on Certain Days Easter Day, Evening First Line: O give thanks unto the Lord for he is gracious Scripture: Psalm 118 Languages: English Tune Title: [O give thanks unto the Lord for he is gracious]

Hvor lifligt er det dog at gaa

Author: Kingo Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #357 (1897) Topics: Second Easter Day High Mass Lyrics: 1 Hvor lifligt er det dog at gaa Med Jesu Ord i Munde, Hans Liv og Død at tænke paa, Og paa hans Verk at grunde! 2 De Herrens to Disciple fik Stor Glæde, Trøst og Gammen, Der fra Jerusalem de gik Til Emmaus tilsammen. 3 Om Jesu Kors, hans Død og Grav Var deres Vandrings Tale, Som dem et Smerte-Minde gav, Det de ei kunde svale. 4 Men Jesus var dog i den Nød Saa ganske nær tilstede, Thi han, de tænkte være død, Var standen op med Glæde. 5 Dog Blindhed dem i Øine sad, At de ham ikke kjendte, Før han om sig hvert Skriftens Blad Til Grund-Forklaring vendte. 6 Du blev dag, Jesu, som de bad, Der det ad Aften lakked, Og blev saa kjendt den Tid, du sad, Tog Brød i Haand og takked. 7 Da kjendte de den Himmelglød, Som dem i Hjertet rørte, Der om sin Pinsel og sin Død Han Skriftens Ord udførte. 8 O Jesu, o du veed, jeg gaar, Din Pillegrim og Borger, I disse korte Verdens Aar Fuld af ti tusind Sorger! 9 Du er dog al mit Hjertes Ro, Min Trøst, min daglig Tale, O, lad din Aand mit Hjertes Bo Med al din Pinsel male! 10 Dig vandrer jeg saa gjerne med, Opstandne Jesu milde, Til Himlen jeg i dine Fjed Saa gjerne følges vilde. 11 O, følg dog med! jeg slipper ei, O, drag mig, naar jeg ikke Saa fyrig er paa Himlens Vei, Hvor Torner Foden stikke! 12 Maaske min Aftenstund er nær I Ungdom eller Alder, O, bliv dog hos mig, favn mig her, Naar jeg ved Døden falder! 13 Saa skal jeg da, o Jesu, der Dig og din Fader kjende, O, gid da kun min Vandrings Ferd Var kommen vel til Ende! Languages: Norwegian

Fairest Lord Jesus

Author: Joseph A. Seiss Hymnal: The Worshipbook #360 (1972) Meter: 5.6.8.5.5.8 Topics: Christian Year Easter Day Lyrics: 1 Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature, O thou of God and man the Son, Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown. 2 Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring: Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing. 3 Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, And all the twinkling, starry host: Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels heaven can boast. 4 Beautiful Savior, Lord of the nations, Son of God and Son of Man! Glory and honor, Praise, adoration, Now and forevermore be thine! Amen. Scripture: Psalm 45:2 Tune Title: CRUSADERS' HYMN

Bort, Verden, af mit Sind og Øie

Author: Brorson; J. Scheffler Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #415 (1897) Topics: First Easter Day For Evening Lyrics: 1 Bort, Verden, af mit Sind og Øie, Din Lyst du selv beholde maa, Som mig ei mere kan fornøie End Støvet, som jeg træder paa! Hver elske, hvad hans Hu staar til, Jeg kun min Jesum elske vil. 2 Han er min Rigdom og min Ære, Min Hjertens Lyst og Tidsfordriv, I ham jeg ret kan salig være, Thi Jesus han er selv mit Liv. Hver elske, hvad hans Hu staar til, Jeg kun min Jesum elske vil. 3 Naar Munden Smag og Mæle mister, Og mumler mod den mørke Grav, Naar Øinene i Døden brister, Hvor bliver Verdens Lyst da af? Hver elske, hvad hans Hu staar til, Jeg kun min Jesum elske vil. 4 I Svaghed bliver han min Styrke, Og gjør mig al min Trængsel sød, Han er mit Lys i Dødens Mørke, Han sviger ei i Liv og Død. Hver elske, hvad hans Hu staar til, Jeg kun min Jesum elske vil. 5 Han hersker over alle Himle, Hans Throne i det Høie staar, Saa vidt som Skabninger de vrimle, Hans Herredom og Rige naar, Hver elske, hvad hans hu staar til, Jeg kun min Jesum elske vil. 6 Hans Slot kan ingen Magt bestride, Det staar paa Evighedens Grund, Hans Fiender maa i Græsset bide, Naar han kun taler med sin Mund. Hver elske, hvad hans Hu staar til, Jeg kun min Jesum elske vil. 7 Hans Liflighed er uden Lige, Som Verden dog ei kjende vil, Hans Rigdom ingen kan udsige, Og, hvad han har, mig hører til. Hver elske, hvad hans Hu staar til, Jeg kun min Jesum elske vil. 8 Lad mig kun her foragtet være, Og leve i en ringe Stand, Jeg skal i Himlen Kronen bære, Og herske med min Frelsermand. Hver elske, hvad hans Hu staar til, Jeg kun min Jesum elske vil. Languages: Norwegian

On wings of living light

Author: W. Walsham How Hymnal: The Hymnal #559 (1916) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Topics: Easter Day Lyrics: On wings of living light, At earliest dawn of day, Came down the angel bright, And rolled the stone away. Your voices raise with one accord To bless and praise your risen Lord. The keepers watching near, At that dread sight and sound, Fell down with sudden fear Like dead men to the ground. Then rose from death's dark gloom, Unseen by mortal eye, Triumphant o'er the tomb, The Lord of earth and sky! 521 O let your hearts be strong! For we, like him, shall rise, To dwell with him ere long In bliss beyond the skies. Languages: English Tune Title: HAREWOOD

When We Are Tempted to Deny Your Son

Author: David W. Romig Hymnal: The Worshipbook #640 (1972) Topics: Christian Year Easter Day Scripture: Matthew 26:69-75 Tune Title: PSALM 22 (abr.)

Since Christ our Passover is slain

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #H.XI (1792) Topics: Easter Day Lyrics: 1 Since Christ our passover is slain, A sacrifice for all; Let all, with thankful hearts, agree To keep the festival: 2 Not with the leaven, as of old, Of sin and malice fed; But with unfeign'd sincerity, And truth's unleaven'd bread. 3 Christ being rais'd by Pow'r Divine, And rescu'd from the grave, Shall die no more, death shall on him No more dominion have. 4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins He once vouchsaf'd to die: But that he lives, he lives to God, For all eternity. 5 So count yourselves as dead to sin, But graciously restor'd, And made, henceforth, alive to God, Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Languages: English

The rising God forsakes the tomb

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #H.X (1792) Topics: Easter Day Lyrics: 1 The rising God forsakes the tomb, The stone roll'd back, at distance laid, The sealed doors wide open thrown, The resurrection is display'd. 2 The watch, affrighted, quit their post, Amazement seizes all they meet; Angels, a bright resplendent host, The weeping friends and mourners greet. 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great deliv'rer reigns; Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell, And let the tyrant death in chains. 3 Say – live for ever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save; Then ask – "O death, where is thy sting? "And where thy victory, O grave?" Languages: English

To souls just perishing on the stormy deep

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #H.XIII (1792) Topics: Easter Day Lyrics: 1 To souls just perishing on the stormy deep Not land more welcome; nor to travellers ears, Fainting with thirst, 'midst Lybia's burning sands, The sound of gushing rill at distance heard, More joy inspires, than to the burden'd mind The voice of pardon, when high heav'n reprieves The forfeit life, and sin's great debt forgives. 2 How beautiful the feet! that go O'er mountains, like the fleetest roe! To Sion's gates with haste repair, And loudly this best news declare. 3 Herald of love and peace, I bring This message from your God and King – Thy sins are pardon'd; raise thy head, Let sacred joys thy heart o'erspread; 4 Awake, cry out, salvation's near, No longer death or vengeance fear: Thy crimes as crimson colour'd deep, In mercy's breast forever sleep; 5 Wash'd in one blood, now whiter grow, Than purest flakes of purest snow: See the blest fount from his pierc'd side; For you, for all, he bled, he died. Languages: English