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O Lord, who hast my place assigned
Author: Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #328a (1908) Topics: Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Lord, who hast my place assigned,
And made my duties plain,
Grant for my work a ready mind,
My wayward tho'ts restrain.
2 Let me in Thy most holy name
My daily task pursue:
Thy glory be my only aim
In all I think and do.
3 May I submissive to Thy will
In all my calling be,
And let me as Thy servant still
Be faithful found to Thee.
4 Thy goodness all my life has crowned,
And all my wants supplied;
O let that goodness still abound,
And daily bread provide.
5 Be Thou my guide in all my ways;
From every ill defend;
And may my songs of daily praise
In grateful joy ascend.
6 May I in faith still stronger grow,
While here I toil in love;
And when my work is done below,
Give me sweet rest above. Languages: English Tune Title: DUNDEE
O Lord, who hast my place assigned
O Lord, who hast my place assigned
Author: Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #328b (1908) Topics: Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Lord, who hast my place assigned,
And made my duties plain,
Grant for my work a ready mind,
My wayward tho'ts restrain.
2 Let me in Thy most holy name
My daily task pursue:
Thy glory be my only aim
In all I think and do.
3 May I submissive to Thy will
In all my calling be,
And let me as Thy servant still
Be faithful found to Thee.
4 Thy goodness all my life has crowned,
And all my wants supplied;
O let that goodness still aboud,
And daily bread provide.
5 Be Thou my guide in all my ways;
From every ill defend;
And may my songs of daily praise
In grateful joy ascend.
6 May I in faith still stronger grow,
While here I toil in love;
And when my work is done below,
Give me sweet rest above. Languages: English Tune Title: BELMONT
O Lord, who hast my place assigned
O Jesus, source of calm repose
Author: J. A. Freylinghausen Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #467 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, source of calm repose,
Thy like no man nor angel knows,
Fairest among ten thousand fair!
E'en those whom death's sad fetters bound,
Whom thickest darkness compassed round,
Find light and life, if Thou appear.
2 Renew Thine image, Lord, in me,
Lowly and gentle may I be;
No charms to thee but these are dear:
No anger may'st Thou ever find,
No pride, in my unruffled mind,
But faith and heaven-born peace, be there.
3 A patient, a victorious mind
That life and all things cast behind,
Springs forth obedient to Thy call.
A heart that no desire can move,
But still to adore, believe, and love,
Give me, my Lord, my life, my all!
Tune Title: [O Jesus, source of calm repose]
O Jesus, source of calm repose
One is our God and Father!
Author: B. S. Ingemann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #468 (1913) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Topics: The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 One is our God and Father!
The flock and all its shepherds cry;
One Spirit us doth gather,
One is our Lord, who reigns on high;
One well of life doth lave us,
One hope our souls inspires,
One faith, our stay, doth save us,
One love us ever fires,
One peace our spirits blesses,
One fight for our reward,
One end of all distresses,
One life in Christ our Lord.
2 One in the Spirit's union,
We onward march, a pilgrim throng,
And sing in sweet communion
The ransomed Zion's victor-song;
Through night and tribulation,
Through death our way we wend,
With hope and expectation
To see our journey's end--
The cross, the grave, death's prison,
We leave behind, and rise
To meet our Savior risen,
And enter Paradise. Tune Title: [One is our God and Father]
One is our God and Father!
Blest are the pure in heart
Author: J. Keble Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #469 (1913) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is Christ's abode.
2 The Lord, who left the heavens,
Our life and peace to bring,
And dwelt in lowliness with men,
Their pattern and their King,--
3 Still to the lowly soul
He doth Himself impart,
And for His dwelling and His throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.
4 Lord, we Thy presence seek;
Ours may this blessing be;
O give the pure and lowly heart,
A temple meet for Thee. Tune Title: [Blest are the pure in heart]
Blest are the pure in heart
O Lord, turn not Thy face away
Author: J. Marckant Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #470 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O Lord, turn not Thy face away
From them that lowly lie,
Lamenting sore their sinful life,
With tears and bitter cry.
Thy mercy gates are open wide
To them that mourn their sin;
O shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in.
2 We need not to confess our fault,
For surely Thou canst tell;
What we have done, and what we are,
Thou knowest very well.
Wherefore, to beg and to entreat,
With tears we come to Thee,
As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father's knee.
3 And need we, then, O Lord, repeat
The blessing which we crave,
When Thou dost know, before we speak,
The thing that we would have?
Mercy, O Lord, we mercy ask,
This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer;
O let Thy mercy come! Tune Title: [O Lord, turn not Thy face away]
O Lord, turn not Thy face away
O day of rest and gladness
Author: C. Wordsworth Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #471 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright,
On thee the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing holy, holy, holy!
To the great God Triune.
2 On thee, at the Creation
The light first had its birth;
On thee for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth;
On thee our Lord, victorious
The Spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee, most glorious,
A triple light was given.
3 Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected
With streams of Paradise;
Thou at a cooling fountain,
In life's dry, dreary sand;
From thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view our promised land.
4 Today on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations
The silver trumpet calls,
Where gospel-light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
5 New graces ever gaining
From this our day of rest,
We reach the rest remaining
To spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises;
To Father, and to Son;
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One. Tune Title: [O day of rest and gladness]
O day of rest and gladness
Opløft dit Syn, o kristen Sjæl!
Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #593 (1919) Topics: Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Opløft dit Syn, o kristen Sjæl!
Det dugger over Dal og Field,
Det vaares allevegne!
Gud har sin milde Haand oplukt,
Den gode Sæd har baaret Frugt
I fjerne Verdens Egne!
Lover Herren!
Sjæle bundne,
Nu gjenfundne,
Frelste føres,
Glædesang i Himlen høres.
2 Som Regn og Sne fra Himlens Sky,
De vande Jorden, gjør den ny,
At Grøden stander fager,
Aaa vender, siger Gud, mit Ord
Tilbage ikke tomt fra Jord,
Men gjør, hvad mig behager,
Lover Herren!
Ordet sandes,
Ørken vandes,
Grøden trives,
Og nyt Liv de Døde gives.
3 Den gode Hyrde, se han gaar,
Indtil han fundet har sit Faar,
Og Glædes Taarer rinde;
O, lad os flittig gaa med ham,
Og lokke paa de kjære Lam,
Som løbe om i Blinde!
Lover Herren!
Løfter Raabet
Glad i Haabet,
Troesstærke!
Det er Herrens Haand, vi merke.
4 Velkomme alle fjern og nær
Til Herrens Søskend-Samfund her,
Som har i Himlen hjemme!
Gud signe eder, gjøre stærk,
Og han, som har begyndt sit Værk,
Til Kristi Dag det fremme!
Lover Herren
Langt om Lande,
I, som stande
Tungt i Striden,
Saa med Graad og glædes siden!
Languages: Norwegian
Opløft dit Syn, o kristen Sjæl!
Hvo vil mig anklage
Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #668 (1919) Topics: Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Hvo vil mig anklage
Og for dommen drage
Hen paa Sinai?
Synden jeg bekjender,
Og til Jesus vender,
Dermed er jeg fri;
Mød mig da paa Golgata,
Jesus skal min Sat antag,
Hvo vil mig anklage?
2 Hvo vil mig beskylde,
Syndens lægte Bylde
Kradse op paany?
Hvad jeg mod min Vilje
Synder, forestille
Som en Tordensky?
Jesus har gjort Saten klar,
Og mig giver Naadens Fylde,
Hov vil mig beskylde?
3 Hvo vil mig fordømme?
Jesu Blodestrømme
Sænker jeg mig i;
Gud for alle Riger
Dømmer selv og siger:
Denne han er fri,
Han er to't i Jesu Blod;
Satan, Synd og Død maa rømme;
Hvo vil da fordømme? Languages: Norwegian
Hvo vil mig anklage
O kjære Sjæl! fald ydmyg ned
Author: Kingo Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #515 (1919) Topics: Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 O kjære Sjæl! fald yndmyg ned,
Og kjend din Uformuenhed
Paa Vilje og paa Kræfter
Udi de Ting, som Gud angaar,
I dem du intet selv formaar,
Hvad du end stræver efter.
2 Den Tid, du udi Adam faldt,
Blev alt det Gode hos dig kvalt,
Nu rinder du af Rode
Som den, der ond og aflægs er
I Tanker, Ord og Gjerninger,
Ja død udi det Gode.
3 Selv Guds Apostler klager saa,
At af sig selv de ei formaa
Guds Embede at drive,
Men tro ham til, som al Ting kan,
Han Evne, Vilje og Forstand
Vil dem af Naade give.
4 Thi Evangeli' Tjeneste,
Hvor al Guds Naade er at se
I Jesu Krist, vor Herre,
Er overvættes æreklar,
Langt mer end Lovens fordum var,
Som os Guds Aand mon lære.
5 Vel Straaleglans fra Moses gled,
Der han af Sinai kom ned
Med Loven udi Hænder;
Men Jesus fra sin Naadestol
Omstraaler som al Verdens Sol
Den ganske Jordens Ender.
6 Før Lovens Bogstav slog ihjel,
Og hver Mand blev en Dødsens Træl,
Som Loven ikke holdte,
Dog Loven hellig er og pur,
Men den fordærvede Natur
Selv Dom og Død forvoldte.
7 Men se nu op, min kjære Sjæl!
Du er ei mere Lovens Træl,
Endog du er forbunden
Med Pligt udaf de ti Guds Bud
At holde dem og elske Gud,
Dog er din Nød forvunden.
8 Thi Lovens Dom du frygter ei,
Om du paa Bods og Bedrings Vei
Din Jesus vil opsøge!
Hans søde Evangelium
Skal med saa stor en Naade-Sum
Din Glæde snart forøge.
9 Han vil med sin Retfærdighed
Tildække al din Synd saa led,
Og Livet dig tilsige;
Om du i Troen stadig staar
Med Tillid paa hans Død og Saar,
Saa faar du Himmerige.
10 O søde Jesus, Frelsermand!
Jeg uden dig dog intet kan
Til Salighed udrette,
Styrk selv min Tro, og giv mig Mod
At træstes kraftig ved dit Blod,
Som skal min Synd afvætte!
Languages: Norwegian
O kjære Sjæl! fald ydmyg ned
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