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Come, Thou Fount of every blessing

Author: Robert Robinson Meter: 8.7 Appears in 2,300 hymnals Topics: Worship General Petitions; Advent, Third Sunday; Sundays in Lent; Second Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. 3 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious Blood. 4 O, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. 5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart; O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above. Used With Tune: BATTY

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice

Author: Charles Wesley (1707-1788) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 769 hymnals Topics: Ascension Day; Church Year Ascension; Church Year Christ the King; Future hope; God in judgement and justice; God in majesty; Jesus coming again; Joy; Kingdom of God; Proper 16 Year C; The Seventh Sunday of Easter Year C; The Third Sunday before Advent Year A; The Third Sunday of Epiphany Year B First Line: Rejoice! The Lord is King Lyrics: 1 Rejoice! The Lord is King, your Lord and King adore; mortals, give thanks and sing, and triumph evermore: Refrain: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, the God of truth and love; when he had purged our stains, he took his seat above: [Refrain] 3 His kingdom cannot fail; he rules o'er earth and heaven; the keys of death and hell are to our Jesus given: [Refrain] 4 He sits at God's right hand till all his foes submit, and bow to his command, and fall beneath his feet: [Refrain] 5 Rejoice in glorious hope; Jesus the judge shall come, and take his servants up to their eternal home: [Refrain] Refrain: We soon shall hear the archangel's voice; the trump of God shall sound: rejoice! Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:24-28 Used With Tune: GOPSAL

Lo, He comes with clouds descending

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.7 Appears in 796 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Lo, He comes with clouds descending, Once for our salvation slain; Thousand angel-hosts attending Swell the triumph of His train: Hallelujah! Christ, the Lord, returns to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold Him Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear; All His saints, by men rejected, Now shall meet Him in the air: Hallelujah! See the day of God appear. 4 Yea, Amen, let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne; Savior, take the power and glory; Claim the kingdoms for Thine own: Hallelujah! Thou shalt reign, and Thou alone! Used With Tune: [Lo, He comes with clouds descending]

Herre, tal, din Tjener hører

Author: Anna Sofia; Landstad Appears in 7 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Herre, tal, din Tjener hører, Paa dit ord jeg giver Agt, Aand og Liv det i sig fører, Sandt er alt, hvad du har sagt. Dødens Magt hos mig er stor, Jesus, lad dit Livsens Ord Alt mit Hjerte gjennem trænge, At jeg hart ved dig maa hænge! 2 Hvo vil ikke gjerne høre Dig, som veed og kjender alt, For vort Hjerte, Aand og Øre Ingen slige Ord har talt. Mangen Synder Modet brast, Naar dit ord ham slog med Hast, Men den, Sorg for Synden bøier, Sødt det trøster og ophøier. 3 Dine Ord er klare Bække, Hvor min, Tørst jeg slukke kan, Og mod Hungers-Nød de dække Mig et Bord i øde Land; Dine Ord mig lyse skal Gjennem Dødens Dyb og Dal, Er det Sverd, hvormed jeg strider, Trøstens Bæger, naar jeg lider. 4 Herre Jesus, lad mig have Dine Ord i Hjertet lukt, Og lad denne Himlens Gave Bære en velsignet Frugt! Tag dem aldrig bort fra mig! Indtil op i Himmerig Du den Ære mig vil gjøre, Jeg dig selv faar se og høre. 5 Verden er saa fuld af Plage, Søde Jesus, hør du mig! Lad mig hos dig alle Dage Stande fast urokkelig Paa dit Ords den rette Grund, Saa vil jeg til sidste Stund Og i Døden trøstig være, Synge dit Navn Lov og Ære.

O Gud, du fromme Gud

Author: Birg. Kaas; J. Heermann Appears in 7 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Advent For Evening Lyrics: 1 O Gud, du fromme Gud, Du Kilde til al Gave! Af dig er alt, hvad er, Af dig vi al ting have. Mit Legem Helbred giv, Og giv mig dertil med En ubesmittet Sjæl, Og god Samvittighed! 2 Giv, at jeg gjør med Flid Alt, hvad jeg bør at gjøre, Hvortil mig dine Bud Udi mit Kald kan føre; Giv, at jeg findes tro, Gjør altid Ret og Skjel, Og havd jeg gjør, saa giv, At det maa lykkes vel! 3 Hjælp, at jeg taler saa, At jeg det kan forsvare, Lad intet syndigt Ord Mig ud af Munden fare; Lad mig min Fiende Godt Af ganske Hjerte te, Lær mig, som raadvild er, De bedste Raad at se! 4 Lad mig og med enhver I Fred og Venskab blive, Og unde alle vel; Vil du mig noget give Af Rigdom, Penge, Gods, Saa giv mig og derved, At intet blandes maa Med Uretfærdighed! 5 Skal jeg i Verden her Maaske end leve længe, Med mange sure Trin Til Alderdom fremtrænge, Saa giv Taalmodighed, Vend Synd og Skam kun af, At med et ærligt Navn Jeg lægges i min Grav! 6 Lad mig paa Kristi Død I Naade herfra skilles, Tag Sjælen op til dig, I Glædens Sol at stilles, Og Legemet et Rum Hos fromme Kristne und, At det maa hvile stilt Hos dem til sidste Stund! 7 Naar du de Døde skal Paa Dommedag opvække, Saa vilde du din Haand Og til min Grav udrekke, Din Røst mig hore lad, Opvæk mit Legem med, Og før det herliggjort Til de Udvaltes Sted! Used With Tune: [O Gud, du fromme Gud]

O Gud, Forstanden fatter ei

Author: Johann Scrader; Brorson Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Advent; Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 O Gud, Forstanden fatter ei Dit Forsyns skjulte Naade, Din ubegribelige Vei Og underlige Maade At føre dine Venner paa, Dem bære og ledsage Alle Dage, Og altid med dem staa, Helst naar de findes svage. 2 Naar du os vil ophøie, maa Vi først til Jorden segne; Naar vi dit Naadeskin skal faa, Saa lader du det regne; Du tager os vor Fordel hen, Naar du os rig' vil gjøre, For at føre Vor Sjaæl til dig igjen, Og dine Bud at høre. 3 Du lader os med Helvedfrygt I vore Synder plage, At Naaden ret kan blive søgt, Og desto bedre smage; Du truer os med Nød og Død, Naar du os vil oplive, Trøsten give, Som er langt mere fød, End nogen kan beskrive. 4 Du fører os i Kamp og Strid Mod Mørkets hele Skare, Vi synes tidt paa saadan Tid I alt for stor en Fare; Da lære vi, hvor lidt vor Leir Formaar mod Satans Pile, Til dig ile, Og efter vunden Seir I dig alene hvile. 5 I saadan Kamp vi føres ind Til vores store Nytte, I Gud et uforandret Sind At faa til Del og Bytte, Naar vi vor Jammer, Synd og Nød Ved Aanden saa bekrige, At de vige, Det bringer Kjødet Død, Men Aanden Kraft og Rige. 6 Naar Sjælen sidder kold og svag I stor Anfegtnings Mørke, Da just paa denne Prøvens Dag Du selv er al dens Styrke. Vi tænke ofte i vor Ve, At du os fuldt forstøder, Knuser, døder, Ved Enden kan vi se, Dit Hjerte mod os bløder. 7 Og naar vi da din Kjærlighed Og milde Hjerte finde, Saa mange Glædes Taarer ned Af vore Øine rinde, Naar den bortvendte Sjæl igjen I Jesus Kristus havner, Ham omfavner, Da svinder Verden hen Som Drømme, Røg og Avner. 8 Saa brug din Fader-Ret i alt, Og vise Tugtemaade, Det vilde gaa os alt for galt, Om Kjødet skulde raade. Grib Hjertet fat, og lad os ei I Verden nogen Hvile, Før vi ile Til dig paa Troens Vei For Korsets Jammer-Pile. 9 Ja, før os ved din egen Haand, Som du det bedst kan finde, Og lad din gode Helligaand Os alle Tider minde, At hvordan du os føre vil, Saa er din Vei og Maade Os at raade, Hvor hart det end gaar til, Dog ene Naade, Naade!

Herre, jeg har handlet ilde!

Author: J. Franck; Aegidius; Landstad Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: Third Sunday in Advent High Mass Lyrics: 1 Herre, jeg har handlet ilde! Syndens Magt blev mig for stor, Veien jeg ei vander vilde, Den du viser i dit Ord; Og–hvor findes nu den Hule, Hvor min Skam jeg kunde skjule? 2 Jeg kan mig for dig ei vare, Du i Veien altid staar, Vil jeg høit til Himmels fare, Eller ned i Afgrund gaar, Fløi jeg end til Verdens Ender, Du er, hvor jeg mig henvender. 3 Jeg har syndet mod dig, Herre, Syndet har jeg al min Dag, Jeg gik frem fra Ondt til Verre, Glemte dort min Sjæle-Sag; Derfor nu jeg for din Vrede Skjælve maa af Angst og græde. 4 O min Gud! om nogen kunde Se og tælle Havets Sand, Dog formaar han ingenlunde Al min Synd og Uforstand Og min Ondskab med sin Tale Ret til Fulde af afmale. 5 Græder, mine Øine, græder, Hjerte, dine Kilder bryd, Flømmer over hine Steder, Som har seet min Udyd! Al min Graad, jeg Støv og Aske, Kan dog ei min Synd afvaske. 6 Men, o Jesu, dine Vunder, Ja, en Draabe af dit Blod Gjøre kan det Naadens Under, At min Skade vorder god; Derfor hen til dig jeg haster, Mig for dine Fødder kaster. 7 Al den Skyld, du hos mig finder, Sænk den ned i Miskunds Sø, To mig reen af mine Synder, Gjør dem som den hvide Sne! Lad din gode Aand mig drive, At jeg fast ved dig maa blive!

Comfort, comfort ye my people

Author: J. Olearius Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 129 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort ye my people, Speak ye peace, thus saith our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness, Mourning ’neath their sorrows' load. Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them; Tell her that her sins I cover, And her warfare now is over. 2 Yea, her sins our God will pardon, Blotting out each dark misdeed; All which well deserved His anger He will no more see or heed. She has suffered many a day, Now her griefs have passed away, God will change her pining sadness Into ever springing gladness. 3 For the herald’s voice is crying In the desert far and near, Bidding all men to repentance, Since the kingdom now is here. O that warning cry obey! Now prepare for God a way; Let the valleys rise to meet Him, And the hills bow down to greet Him. 4 Make ye straight what long was crooked, Make the rougher places plain, Let your hearts be true and humble, As befits His holy reign. For the glory of the Lord Now o’er earth is shed abroad, And all flesh shall see the token That His Word is never broken. Used With Tune: [Comfort, comfort ye my people]

Shine, Jesus, shine

Author: Graham Kendrick (b. 1950) Appears in 42 hymnals Topics: Christingle; The Presentation of Christ in the Temple; Transfiguration; Children and All-Age Worship; God in glory; God in grace and mercy; Jesus Names and images for; Light; Nation and Society; Other Saints and Festivals The Presentation of Christ in the Temple (Candlemas); Other Saints and Festivals The Transfiguration; The Sunday next before Lent Years A, B & C; The Third Sunday of Advent Year B First Line: Lord, the light of your love is shining Scripture: John 1:4-9 Used With Tune: SHINE, JESUS, SHINE

Hail to the Lord's Anointed

Author: J. Montgomery Appears in 864 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent; The Church Year Third Sunday in Advent Lyrics: 1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression And rule in equity. 2 He comes with succor speedy To those who suffer wrong; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing; Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in His sight. 3 He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth; And love and joy, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth. Before Him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 4 Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing; For He shall have dominion O'er river, sea and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar. 5 For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend; His kingdom still increasing A kingdom without end. The mountain-dews shall nourish A seed in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish And shake like Lebanon. 6 O'er ev'ry foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest. The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His name shall stand for ever; That name to us is love! Used With Tune: [Hail to the Lord's Anointed]