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Jeg Er Så Glad Hver Julekveld
Author: Inger M. Wexelsen Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15115 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jeg er så glad hver julekveld,
For da ble Jesus født;
Da lyste stjernen som en sol,
Og engler sang så søtt.
2 Det lille barn i Betlehem,
Han var en konge stor
Som kom fra himlens høye slott
Ned til vår arme jord.
3 Nå bor han høyt i himmerik,
Han er Guds egen sønn,
Men husker alltid på de små
Og hører deres bønn.
4 Jeg er så glad hver julekveld,
Da synger vi hans pris;
Da åpner han for alle små
Sitt søte paradis.
5 Da tenner moder alle lys,
Så ingen krok er mørk;
Hun sier stjernen lyste så
I hele verdens ørk.
6 Hun sier at den lyser enn
Og slukkes aldri ut,
Og hvis den skinner på min vei,
Da kommer jeg til Gud.
7 Hun sier at de engler små,
De synger og i dag
Om fred og fryd på jorderik
Og om Guds velbehag.
8 Å, gid jeg kunne synge så,
Da ble visst Jesus glad;
For jeg jo også ble Guds barn
Engang i dåpens bad.
9 Jeg holder av vår julekveld
Og av den Herre Krist,
Og at han elsker meg igjen,
Det vet jeg ganske visst. Languages: Norwegian Tune Title: CHRISTMAS EVE
Jeg Er Så Glad Hver Julekveld
Desperta, Povo De Sião
Author: Jefferson dos Santos Felix Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15158 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Desperta, povo de Sião,
Contemplai a salvação!
Não desanimes, povo de Deus,
Pois Ele guia os Seus.
2 Vestidos novos Deus dará,
Riquezas não findará;
Formosa e bela, luz divinal,
Jerusalém celestial.
3 Levanta, filha de Sião,
Liberta da perdição;
Assim diz o Senhor Jeová:
"Resgatada tu serás."
4 Não te enfraqueças, ó Sião,
Perto está a salvação!
"Desperta, povo", diz o Senhor,
Pois grande é seu am Languages: Portuguese Tune Title: HOWARD
Desperta, Povo De Sião
Oh, Sing The Blessed Hope
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15231 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Oh, sing the blessed hope, ye saints! Lyrics: 1 Oh, sing the blessed hope, ye saints!
To us who’re now alive:
Before in death the body faints
Our rapture may arrive.
2 Those laid in dust shall wake and sing,
Who now thro’ Jesus sleep;
For God with Him will surely bring
The saints for whom we weep.
3 And as Thy coming, Lord, draws nigh,
Caught up in clouds we’ll sing,
O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
4 No whirlwind’s force a passage rends
For one loved saint alone;
The Lord Himself from Heav’n descends,
And takes up all His own. Languages: English Tune Title: MOUNT CALVARY
Oh, Sing The Blessed Hope
The Faded Leaf
Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15237 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O, fragile glory of the bowers Lyrics: 1 O, fragile glory of the bowers,
Ye fall no more to rise;
But bright and glorious hope is ours,
A hope beyond the skies.
2 We trust, when fades this feeble form,
And low our bodies rest,
Beyond the reach of blight or storm,
To bloom among the blest.
3 He, who bestowed upon the tree
The leaves that gaily wave,
To man a noble destiny,
A part immortal gave.
4 Then he, with faith’s aspiring eye,
Firm fixed on things above,
Might gain at last a home on high,
Through his Redeemer’s love. Languages: English Tune Title: ABIDING GRACE
The Faded Leaf
That Little Babe In Bethlehem
Author: Grace W. Hinsdale Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15261 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 That little Babe in Bethlehem,
Upon its mother’s knee,
Created all the mighty worlds
Which o’er my head I see.
2 And this sweet earth I walk upon,
Was made so bright and fair
By Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
Who lies an infant there.
3 How could He leave His home on high,
To take that manger bed?
The angels long to spread their wings
Beneath His sacred head.
4 O Jesus! make my spirit like
Thine infant heart so meek;
And shut my eyes to earthly good,
While things above I seek. Languages: English Tune Title: BEATITUDO
That Little Babe In Bethlehem
Again The Christmas Board Is Spread
Author: John W. Chadwick Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15286 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Again the Christmas board is spread,
Again we gather round;
And thanks too deep for words go up
To God without a sound.
2 Thanks for the common blessings first,
The commonest of all,
The daily bread, the manna sweet,
That never fails to fall.
3 The daily bread, the daily joy,
The greeting morn and eve,
The kiss of love, the kiss of peace,
Which daily we receive.
4 And if with all the joy He sends
Some grief is also there,
We praise Him still that He doth give
The patience that can bear.
5 Can bear, and through the bearing find
Within the hardest lot,
Some hidden grace which none may know
Save those who have it got.
6 But shall this merry time go past,
And thanks remain unsped
For Him who said so long ago,
I am the living Bread?
7 For Him, star-lit by Mary’s smile,
Whom simple shepherds found,
And wise men from the brooding East,
Where oxen stood around?
8 No wonder that they worshipped Him!
He was a baby sweet;
They had been foolish not to kneel
And kiss His rosy feet.
9 But little recked they as He lay
In such a lowly place,
That He should be the Man of men,
The captain of His race.
10 We differ when we speak of Him,
Our words are not the same,
But in our hearts there burns for aye,
One undivided flame.
11 Our words must differ, but our hearts
Still yield Him reverence due;
We love in spite of all our creeds;
Our love at least is true.
12 And if, above the starry skies,
He knows of what is here,
He knows there is a place for Him
At all our Christmas cheer.
Languages: English Tune Title: CAMPMEETING
Again The Christmas Board Is Spread
Eternal Father, Who Can Tell?
Author: Robert Dawson, 1836-1906 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15336 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Eternal Father! who can tell Lyrics: 1 Eternal Father! who can tell
The years of Thy right hand?
Like sunbeams bright, but numberless,
Or as the ocean’s sand.
2 Thine ageless age no limit knows,
No dawn began Thy day,
Nor evening shade shall ever fall
Upon Thy glorious way.
3 All time is but a fleeting wave
Upon Thy calm, deep sea,
A fading leaf that feebly falls
From life’s eternal tree.
4 Yet unto Thee, our fleeting years,
Our fading days, are known,
And every hour its message bears
Up to th’eternal throne.
5 Old year, farewell! Thou’rt gone to God,
Gone to record our life,
Its poor success, its wasted hours,
Its oft unworthy strife.
6 New year, all hail! Thou’rt come from God,
Blest be thy dawning bright!
Blest be thy swiftly fleeting hours!
And blest thy evening light!
7 Into the hand of Him who died,
Who evermore doth live,
This strange and solemn New Year’s path
In trustful prayer we give.
8 Enough for us to hear His voice,
To feel His guiding hand,
To know each step is bringing us
Nearer the Better Land. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. FULBERT
Eternal Father, Who Can Tell?
Tsitsi Dzinondishamisa
Author: John Newton; Unknown Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15369 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Tsitsi dzinondishamisa
Dzakandiponesa.
Ndakange ndisingaone
Zvino ndaoneswa.
2 Tsitsi dzinondishamisa
Dzakandishingisa.
Ngetsitsi dzake ndasukwa
Zvino ndaponeswa.
3 Mudambudzo repanyika
Ndine Mugondeki.
Ndichazofamba kuenda
Kum’soro kudenga.
4 Ishe wakanditsidzira
Rufaro kudenga.
Jehova ndiye M’chingeti
Muupenyu hwepasi. Languages: Shona Tune Title: NEW BRITAIN
Tsitsi Dzinondishamisa
Një Natë, Kur Ca Barinj
Author: Nahum Tate; Jan Foss, 1954- Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15414 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Një natë, kur ca barinj të thjesht’ Lyrics: 1 Një natë, kur ca barinj të thjesht’
Mbi tufat bënin rojë,
Një engjëll u afrua dhe
Lavdia i rrethoi.
2 "Mos kini frikë!" tha ai, se u
Tmerruan shumë ata.
"Një lajm të mirë dhe g’zim të madh
Ju sjell për botën mbarë."
3 Për ju u lind një shpëtimtar
I squar në Bethlehem:
Jezusi, Zoti Perëndi,
Tek ju si foshnjë vjen.
4 K’të shenj’ unë do t’ju jap: ai gjindet
Në një stall’ të vrazhd’,
Me rripa stofi të mbështjell’,
I shrirë në një grazhd.
5 At’herë bashk’ me engjëllin
U dukën, plot gëzim,
Shumica engjëjsh që e
Lavdëronin Perëndinë.
6 Lavdi në më të lartin qiell
Dhe paqja qoft’ mbi dhe,
Shpëtimi dhe pajtimi sot
Të gjithë njerëzve. Languages: Albanian Tune Title: WINCHESTER OLD
Një Natë, Kur Ca Barinj
Sa Hir Madh’shtor
Author: John Newton; Jan Foss, 1954- Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15433 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sa hir madh’shtor, që një fajtor Lyrics: 1 Sa hir madh’shtor, që një fajtor
Si mua, më shpëtoi.
Kur bridhja unë pa shpresë e qorr,
Më ktheu dhe më shëroi.
2 Për ty t’kem drojë ai më mësoi,
Dhe t’gjej kështu pushim.
Ç’shnd’rrim tek unë ai hir filloi
Kur t’thirra me besim.
3 Në çdo vështirësi ky hir
Për mua plot’sisht mjaftoi.
Më çoi gjer sot në rrugë të mirë
Dhe do t’vazhdojë t’më cojë.
4 Bile kur tetë dhjetë mijë vjet
Në qiell do t’kem ndriçuar,
Po edhe aq shumë kohë do t’mbetë
Për të të lavdëruar. Languages: Albanian Tune Title: NEW BRITAIN
Sa Hir Madh’shtor
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