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Summer Song

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #63 (1867) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 First Line: Go forth, my heart, and seek delight Lyrics: Go forth, my heart, and seek delight In this summer time so bright, The bounties God displayeth, The garden’s splendour go and see, Behold how God for me and thee Them gorgeously arrayeth. The trees with leaves are cover’d o’er, The earth with carpet spreads her floor Of green, all fresh and tender, The tulip and narcissus wear Attire of finer texture fair Than Solomon in splendour. The lark aspiring soars on high, Flies from her cleft the dove so shy, And seeks the woodland shadow; The nightingale with song so rare Delights and fills the ev’ning air O’er mountain, vale, and meadow. Leads forth her little brood the hen, The stork builds near the haunts of men, And feed their young the swallows; The stag so swift, the roe so light Of foot, come bounding from the height Into the grassy hollows. The brooklets murmur in the sand, And fringe the edge on either hand With myrtle rich in shadow; The shepherds and the sheep rejoice, In joy and mirth you hear their voice Sound from the neighb’ring meadow. The bee through all the live-long hours, Unwearied roams among the flow’rs, Its precious stores to gather; The strong juice of the vine each hour Is ever gaining strength and pow’r This glorious summer weather. While springeth fast the precious grain, The young and old exult again, Praise Him with all their powers, Whose benefits unceasing are, With gifts so manifold and rare Who human nature dowers. I cannot rest, I never dare, In my Creator’s gracious care My inmost soul rejoices, To God most High, when all things raise A song of universal praise, My voice shall join their voices. Methinks it is so pleasant here, All things so beautiful appear In this our poor world even; What will it be when earth we leave, And at its golden gates receive Glad welcome into Heaven? What purest light, what ecstasy, Will in the Saviour’s garden be! How will it sound when ’fore Thee, All with united heart and voice, Ten thousand seraphins rejoice And rev’rently adore Thee. Ah! blessèd God, oh! were I there Before Thy throne, and did I bear My branch of palm victorious, As angels do, my voice I’d raise Thine ever blessèd name to praise, In songs of triumph glorious. But though I still am dwelling here, And still the body’s burden bear, Can I be silent?—Never! My heart, no matter where I be, Or here or there, shall bend to Thee, In adoration ever. Help! Lord, my soul with blessings crown, With blessings that from Heav’n flow down, That I may blossom ever! And may the summer of Thy grace Cause fruits of faith to grow apace, Fruits that shall wither never. And may Thy Spirit dwell in me, May I a good branch ever be Ingrafted in the Saviour! In Thine own garden may I be To Thy name’s praise a goodly tree, Implanted by Thy favour! Grant me Thy paradise to share, And more fruit may I ever bear While I am going thither. Thine honour, Lord, to me is dear, Thee and Thee only shall I here And yonder serve for ever. Languages: English

Go Forth, My Heart, And Seek Delight

Author: Paul Gerhardt Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #63 (1928) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Go forth, my heart, and seek delight, While summer reigns so fair and bright, View God's abundance daily, The bounty of these gardens see, Behold how they for me and thee Have decked themselves so gaily. 2 The trees with spreading leaves are blessed, The earth her barren soil has dressed In green so young and tender. Narcissus and the tulip fair Are cloth'd in raiment far more rare Than Solomon in splendor. 3 Fast grows the wheat, like waving gold, And gives delight to young and old; They praise with glad thanksgiving Him who through mercy measureless Vouchsafed the soul of man to bless With goods that grace his living. 4 Thy splendor, Lord, doth shine so bright And fills us with such pure delight While here on earth abiding; What, then, may be in store for me And all who heaven's glory see, In golden halls residing? 5 Oh, choose me for Thy Paradise, While yet I dwell beneath the skies, But let me flourish ever. With Thee alone will I abide, Thine honor serve, and none beside, Till soul and body sever. Topics: Spring Languages: English

Fiesta de la primavera

Author: Federico Fliedner, 1845-1901; Gottlob Ferdinand Maximilian von Schenkendorf, 1783-1817 Hymnal: Culto Cristiano #75 (1964) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Fiesta de la primavera De la vida verdadera, ¡Pascua de Resurrección! Cristo, muerto y sepultado Vencedor se ha levantado. ¡Cántale, fiel corazón! 2 Ya la muerte está abolida, Y la tumba está vencida: ¡Libre está la humanidad! Primavera hay en el suelo, Júbilo en el alto cielo. ¡Redimidos alabad! 3 Cristo el miedo ha desterrado, Y el sepulcro ha consagrado, Pues al mismo descendió; Ahora sirve de reposo, Hasta el día tan glorioso Que a los suyos prometió. 4 Dámoste la bienvenida, Cristo, príncipe de vida, De la muerte vencedor. Llévanos en tu victoria, Por la tumba, a aquella gloria Del eterno resplandor. Amén. Topics: El Año Cristiano Pascua de Resurrección; Resurrección; Christian Year Easter; Resurrection Languages: Spanish Tune Title: ALLES IST AN GOTTES SEGEN

At the cross her station keeping

Hymnal: The Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America 1940 #76b (1940) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Passiontide Tune Title: STABAT MATER

Lift up thy head, O Christendom!

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark #77 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Lift up thy head, O Christendom! Behold above the blessed home For which thy heart is yearning. There dwells the Lord, thy soul’s delight, Who soon with power and glory bright Is for His bride returning. And when in every land and clime, All shall behold His signs sublime, The guilty world appalling, Then shalt with joy thou lift thine eyes And see Him coming in the skies, While suns and stars are falling. While for His coming thou dost yearn, Forget not why His last return The Savior is delaying, And ask Him not before His hour To shake the heavens with His power, Nor judge the lost and straying. O saints of God, for Sodom pray Until your prayers no more can stay The judgment day impending. Then cries the Lord: “Behold, I come!” And ye shall answer: “To Thy home We are with joy ascending!” Then loud and clear the trumpet calls, The dead awake, death’s kingdom falls, And God’s elect assemble. The Lord ascends the judgment throne, And calls His ransomed for His own, While hearts in gladness tremble. Languages: English

Holy Ghost, our Interceder

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark #80 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Holy Ghost, our Interceder, Blessed Comforter and Pleader With the Lord for all we need, Deign to hold with us communion That with Thee in blessed union We may in our life succeed. Heavenly Counsellor and Teacher, Make us through Thy guidance richer In the grace our Lord hath won. 139 Blest Partaker of God’s fullness, Make us all, despite our dullness, Wiser e’en than Solomon. Helper of the helpless, harken To our pleas when shadows darken; Shield us from the beasts of prey. Rouse the careless, help the weary, Bow the prideful, cheer the dreary, Be our guest each passing day. Comforter, whose comfort lightens Every cross that scars and frightens, Succor us from guilt and shame. Warm our heart, inspire our vision, Add Thy voice to our petition As we pray in Jesus’ name. Languages: English

Thou Little Flock, Be Not Afraid

Author: M. Loy; Joh. Mich. Altenburg Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #90 (1930) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 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 Languages: English Tune Title: LITTLE FLOCK

At the cross her station keeping

Author: Caswall; Jacobus de Benedictis Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #103 (1894) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd, Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [At the cross her station keeping]

At the cross her station keeping

Author: E. Caswall; R. Mant Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #103a (1898) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd, Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER NO. 1

At the cross her station keeping

Author: E. Caswall; R. Mant Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #103b (1898) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul of joy bereavèd, Bowed with anguish deeply grievèd, Felt the sharp and piercing sword. 2 Oh, how sad and sore distressèd, Now was she, that mother blessèd Of the sole-begotten One; Deep the woe of her affliction, When she saw the crucifixion Of her ever-glorious Son. 3 Who, on Christ's dear mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing, Born of woman, would not weep? Who, on Christ's dear mother thinking, Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Would not share her sorrows deep? 4 For His people's sins chastisèd, She beheld her Son despisèd, Scourged and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgment taken, And in death by all forsaken, Till His spirit He resigned. 5 Jesu, may her deep devotion Stir in me the same emotion, Fount of love, Redeemer kind; That my heart fresh ardor gaining, And a purer love attaining, May with Thee acceptance find. Amen. Topics: Holy Week Tune Title: STABAT MATER NO. 2