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Din Synd den gjoer dig blind og lam
Hymnal: Kirkesalmebog #500 (1893) Topics: Seventh Sunday after Trinity Sunday For Evening Lyrics: 1 Din Synd den gjor dig blind og lam,
Ter dig Guds Vrede, Verdens Skam
Og beeske Helveds Pine,
Den smager sød udi din Mund,
Ved den gaar du til Helveds Grund,
Saa lærer Herren Sine.
2 Den røver fra dig Smaat og Stort,
Hvad Jesus Kristi for dig har gjort,
Al Aandens Naadegave,
Den gjør dig arm og ussel, saa
At du kan ei Guds Naade faa,
Den heltop dig vil have.
3 Den drager dig til Helved ned,
Hvor ynker Sjælen sig derved!
Men det kan intet baade,
Du maa alt bort, om du ei vil,
Din Synd har lukket Himlen til,
Og skilt dig ved Guds Naade.
4 Din Synd fortryd af Hjertens Grund,
Og ei med falske Ord i Mund,
Som Hyklere det gjøre,
Bekjend din Synd med Suk og Graad,
Af Gud da faar du Trøst og Raad,
Din Røst vil han da høre.
6 For Synden gjorde Jesus Bod;
Tro det, saa bliver Gud dig god!
Gjør siden du dit Bedste,
Bevis dein Tro i allen Stund
Med Kjærligheden mangelund
Imod din Gud og Næste! Languages: Norwegian
Din Synd den gjoer dig blind og lam
Din Synd den gjør dig blind og lam
Author: H. Thomissøn; Mikkel Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #500 (1897) Topics: Seventh Sunday after Trinity Sunday For Evening Lyrics: 1 Din Synd den gjor dig blind og lam
Ter dig Guds Vrede, Verdens Skam
Og beeske Helveds Pine,
Den smager sød udi din Mund,
Ved den gaar du til Helveds Grund,
Saa lærer Herren Sine.
2 Den røver fra dig Smaat og Stort,
Hvad Jesus Kristi for dig har gjort,
Al Aandens Naadegave,
Den gjør dig arm og ussel, saa
At du kan ei Guds Naade faa,
Den heltop dig vil have.
3 Den drager dig til Helved ned,
Hvor ynker Sjælen sig derved!
Men det kan intet baade,
Du maa alt bort, om du ei vil,
Din Synd har lukket Himlen til,
Og skilt dig ved Guds Naade.
4 Din Synd fortryd af Hjertens Grund,
Og ei med falske Ord i Mund,
Som Hyklere det gjøre,
Bekjend din Synd med Suk og Graad,
Af Gud da faar du Trøst og Raad,
Din Røst vil han da høre.
6 For Synden gjorde Jesus Bod;
Tro det, saa bliver Gud dig god!
Gjør siden du dit Bedste,
Bevis dein Tro i allen Stund
Med Kjærligheden mangelund
Imod din Gud og Næste! Languages: Norwegian
Din Synd den gjør dig blind og lam
Hvad er det blandt saa mange
Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #288 (1919) Topics: Seventh Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Hvad er det blandt saa mange,
O kjære Herre Gud!
Saa klager Hjertet bange,
Og ser i Ørken ud.
Her er et Øde Sted,
Vi staa med tomme Diske,
Fem Brød og to smaa Fiske,
Ei Raad til mer vi veed.
2 Men Jesus Kristus, stærke
Guds Søn, i Ørken staar,
Vil lade Verden merke,
Hvad Herrens Magt formaar;
Det Lidet er ham nok,
Hans Ord i Ørken lyder,
Han tager Brødet, bryder
Fuldt op for al den Flok.
3 O, naar du sidder hjemme
Udi et fattigt Hus,
Og ei formaar at glemme
Det tomme Oljekrus,
Naar mange kræve Mad,
Med Sorg du Smulen tager,–
I Løndom Gud tillager,
Hvad dig skal gjøre glad.
4 Kast bort din Angst og Kvide,
Giv Tid, saa kommer Raad!
Og dette skal du vide,
Guds Barn er bedre spaad;
Den, som arbeided, bad,
Han glemmes ingenlunde,
Gud skaber fler ei Munde,
Han giver ogsaa Mad.
5 Der er en anden Føde,
Af Jorden ei opgrod,
Vi hungred os til Døde,
Om vi det ei forstod,
Det er den Manna sød,
Af Himlen ned mon regne,
Det Guds Ord allevegne,
Som lindrer Sjælens Nød.
6 Vi komme her en Skare,
At lytte til Guds Ord,
Gud lad os ikke fare
Her fastende fra Bord!
O Jesus, Livsens Brød,
Mæt alle hungrig' Sjæle,
Som gjerne ville dvæle
Hos dig i Ørkens Nød!
7 Vi maatte jo vansmægte
Paa Veien, som vi gaa,
Om do os vilde negte,
Dit Naades Ord at faa.
Dit Rige, Herre, først!
O, lad os mindes dette,
Da vil du os nok mætte,
Og stille Trang og Tørst!
Languages: Norwegian
Hvad er det blandt saa mange
Father of all our mercies, Thou
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #385 (1908) Topics: Seventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Father of all our mercies, Thou
In whom we move and live,
Hear us in heav'n, Thy dwelling, now,
And answer and forgive.
2 When harassed by ten thousand foes,
Our helplessness we feel,
O give the weary soul repose,
The wounded spirit heal.
3 When dire temptations gather round,
And threaten or allure,
By storm or calm, in Thee be found
A refuge strong and sure.
4 From day to day, O may we grow
In faith, in hope, and love,
And walk in holiness below
To holiness above. Languages: English Tune Title: NAOMI
Father of all our mercies, Thou
A pilgrim and a stranger
Author: Paul Gerhardt; Jane Borthwick Hymnal: Church Book #453 (1890) Meter: 7.6 Topics: Twenty Seventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 A pilgrim and a stranger,
I journey here below:
Far distant is my country,
The home to which I go.
Here I must toil and travail,
Oft weary and opprest,
But there my God shall lead me
To everlasting rest.
2 There still my thoughts are dwelling,
'Tis there I long to be;
Come, Lord, and call thy servant
To blessedness with Thee!
Come, bid my toils be ended,
Let all my wanderings cease;
Call from the wayside lodging
To the sweet home of peace!
3 There I shall dwell for ever,
No more a stranger guest,
With all thy blood-bought children.
In everlasting rest:
The pilgrim toils forgotten,
The pilgrim conflicts o'er,
All earthly griefs behind us,
Eternal joys before! Languages: English Tune Title: SALEM
A pilgrim and a stranger
Heavenward still our pathway tends
Author: Frances Elizabeth Cox; Benjamin Schmolk Hymnal: Church Book #454 (1890) Meter: 7.8.7 Topics: Twenty Seventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Heavenward still our pathway tends,
Here on earth we are but strangers,
Till our road in Canaan ends,
Safely passed this wild of dangers:
Here we but as pilgrims rove,
For our home is there above.
2 Heavenward still, my soul, ascend!
Thou art one of heaven's creations;
Earth can ne'er give aim or end
Fit to fill thy aspirations;
And a heaven-enlightened mind
Ever turns, its Source to find.
3 Heavenward still! God calls to me,
In His Word so loudly speaking;
Glimpses in that Word I see
Of the home I'm ever seeking;
While my heart that call attends,
Still to heaven my path ascends.
4 Heavenward still my spirit wends,
That fair land by faith exploring;
Heavenward still my heart ascends,
Sun and moon and stars outsoaring:
Their faint rays in vain would try
With the light of heaven to vie.
5 Heavenward still, when life shall close,
Death to my true home shall guide me:
Then, triumphant o'er my woes,
Lasting bliss shall God provide me.
Christ Himself the way has led;
Joyful in His steps I tread.
6 Still then heavenward! heavenward still!
This shall be my watchword ever:
Heaven's delights my heart shall fill,
Chasing joys that filled it never.
Heavenward still my thoughts shall run,
Till the gate of heaven is won. Languages: English Tune Title: HOSIANNA, DAVID'S SOHN
Heavenward still our pathway tends
Ah, this heart is void and chill
Author: Jane Borthwick; Charles John Spitta Hymnal: Church Book #455 (1890) Meter: 7.6 Topics: Twenty Seventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Ah, this heart is void and chill,
'Mid earth's noisy thronging;
For the Father's mansions still
Earnestly is longing.
2 O to be at home, and gain
All for which we're sighing;
From all earthly want and pain
To be swiftly flying!
3 With this load of sin and care
Then no longer bending,
But with waiting angels there
On our Lord attending!
4 Ah, how blessed, blessed they
Who have rightly striven,
And rejoin eternally
With their Lord in heaven! Languages: English Tune Title: BORTHWICK
Ah, this heart is void and chill
Ye servants of the Lord
Author: Doddridge Hymnal: Church Book #465 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Twenty Seventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
For awful is His Name.
3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, He's near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.
4 O happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
He shall His Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.
Languages: English Tune Title: YORK MINSTER
Ye servants of the Lord
The angel comes, he comes to reap
Author: Henry Hart Milman Hymnal: Church Book #567 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Twenty Seventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 The angel comes, he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord!
O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep,
Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide
The fire of vengeance bound?
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride
Choked the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserved in store
God's treasure-house to fill?
The wheat, a hundred fold that bore
Amid surrounding ill.
4 O King of mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In Thy destroying angel's hour,
O gather us to Thee!
Languages: English Tune Title: CHESHIRE
The angel comes, he comes to reap
When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
Author: Selina, Countess of Huntingdon Hymnal: Church Book #570 (1890) Topics: Twenty Seventh Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To fetch Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
So sinful and unfit to die,
Be found at Thy right hand?
2 Blest Saviour, grant it by They grace;
Be Thou my soul's sure Hiding-place,
In this my gracious day:
Thy pardoning voice O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall away!
3 Among Thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
To see Thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
The riches of Thy grace. Languages: English Tune Title: ACH! WAS SOLL ICH SÜNDER MACHEN
When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
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