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Thou hidden Love of God, whose height

Author: John Wesley; Paul Gerhardt; Gerhard Tersteegen Hymnal: Church Book #409 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sundays in Lent Lyrics: 1 Thou hidden Love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows: I see from far Thy beauteous light; Inly I sigh for Thy repose. My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in Thee. 2 Is there a thing beneath the sun, That strives with Thee my heart to share? Ah tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there; Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in Thee. 3 Each moment draw from earth away, My heart, that lowly waits Thy call; Speak to my inmost soul, and say, "I am Thy Love, Thy God, Thy All!" To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy Love, be all my choice. Languages: English Tune Title: LAMBERT

Zion klager med stor Smerte

Author: Joh. Heermann; Ukjendt Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #712 (1919) Topics: Second Sunday in Lent; Third Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Zion klager med for Smerte, Zion, Guds udvalgte Stad, Den, som ligger ham paa Hjerte, Men dog under Verdens Had; Ak, hvi haver du, min Gud, Siger hun, forglemt din Brud, Hvi lar du mig saa fortrykkes, Og min Fiendes Anslag lykkes? 2 Gud, som mig saa vist forjætter Bistand i al Sorg og Nød, Ser, at jeg mig daglig mætter Med min Graad og Askebrød; Ak, mon han dog altid saa Vil mit Suk og Bøn forsmaa? Vil hans Vrede sig ei vende Og pa Nøden gjøre Ende? 3 Zion, sødeste Veninde! Saadant Svar gav Herrens Mund: Jeg ser vel dit Øie rinde Af beklemte Hjertegrund, Men giv dig igjen tilfreds; Hvor er vel paa Jordens Krebs Saadan Moder, som kan hade Barnet sit, og det forlade? 4 Ja, om du end kunde finde Saadant unaturligt Sind, Og se Kjærlighed forsvinde, Hvor den mest er platnet ind, Jeg dog blive skal mod dig Trofast og miskundelig; Før skal Dal og Bjerge vige, End min Kjærlighed skal svige. 5 Lad ei Satan dig bedrage, Som han agter, tro mig vel, Lad ham ingen Frygt indjage I din sorrigfulde Sjæl! Dit Navn skal antegnet staa I min Haand, hvor kan jeg da Glemme dig? din Mur skal bygges Og i Evighed ei rygges. 6 Du er stedse for mit Øie, Ja, du ligger i mit Skjød Som et lidet Barn, jeg nøie Skuer al din Brøst og Nød, Dig og mig skal ingen Strid, Nød og Fare nogen Tid, Ja ei Satan selv abskille, Fat det Løfte, og vær stille! Languages: Norwegian

Come let us join our cheerful songs

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Book #164 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sundays in Lent Lyrics: 1 Come let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne. Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus." "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, For He was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and power divine; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever Thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift Thy glories high, And speak Thine endless praise! 5 Let whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred Name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. Languages: English Tune Title: WOBURN

All glory, praise, and honor

Author: John Mason Neale; Theodulph of Orleans, d. 821 Hymnal: Church Book #214 (1890) Topics: Sundays in Lent Lyrics: 1 All glory, praise, and honor To Thee, Redeemer King; To whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. 2 Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest, The King and Blessed One! 3 The company of angels Are praising Thee on high, And mortal men, and all things Created, make reply. 4 The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went; Our praise and prayer and anthems Before Thee we present. 5 To Thee before Thy Passion They sang their hymns of praise; To Thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise. 6 Thou didst accept their praises, Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King! Languages: English Tune Title: ACH SEY MIT DEINER GNADE

Lord, should we leave Thy hallowed feet

Author: George Washington Doane Hymnal: Church Book #227 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sundays in Lent Lyrics: 1 Lord, should we leave Thy hallowed feet, To whom should we repair? Where else such holy comforts meet, As spring eternal there? 2 Earth has no fount of true delight, No pure perennial stream; And sorrow's storm, and death's long night, Obscure life's brightest beam. 3 Unmingled joys 'tis Thine to give, And undecaying peace: For Thou canst teach us so to live, That life shall never cease. 4 Thou only canst the cheering words Of endless life supply; Anointed of the Lord of lords, The Son of God most high! Languages: English Tune Title: DU GOTT BIST ÜBER ALLEN HERR

Satan skal Støvet trædes

Author: J. N. Frantzen Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #269 (1897) Topics: First Sunday in Lent High Mass; First Sunday in Lent High Mass Lyrics: 1 Satan skal i Støvet trædes Ængstet Hjerte atter glædes, Synge Herren Lov og Pris! Mangen Strid dog her mig venter, Før jeg Seirens Palme henter Evig i Guds Paradis. 2 Naar til mig den onde Frister, Falsk og fuld af Løgn sig lister, For at Føre mig i Fald: Hjælp, o hjælp mig, Frelser kjære, Sværd at bruge, Skjold at bære, Saa jeg ikke segne skal! 3 I mit Hjerte, paa min Tunge Lad dit Ord om Seier sjunge, Og til raabe Satan vig! Medens Engle fra dit Rige I den haarde Stund nedstige, Paa dit Bud at tjene mig! Languages: Norwegian

O, hvor er jeg vel tilmode

Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #279 (1919) Topics: Second Sunday in Lent; Second Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 O, hvor er jeg vel tilmode, Siden jeg min Jesus fandt! Da jeg kom og faldt til Fode, Al min Sorg med Et forsvandt. O, hvor er mit Hjerte glad, Som jeg smart i Himlen sad! Det kan kaldes vel at havne, Haar man kan sin Jesus favne! 2 Har jeg før i Synden sovet, Kjendte ei min Sjæle-Nød, Har jeg baaret høit mit Hoved, Og foragtet Dom og Død, Nu er det i Ydmyghed Lagt for Jesu Fødder ned, Ham, min Frelses faste Klippe, Kan jeg aldrig mere slippe. Languages: Norwegian

Just as I am, without one plea

Author: Charlotte Elliott Hymnal: Church Book #366a (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sundays in Lent Lyrics: 1 Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy Blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose Blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because Thy promise I believe; O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 6 Just as I am; Thy Love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be thine, year, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! Languages: English Tune Title: QUEBEC

Just as I am, without one plea

Author: Charlotte Elliott Hymnal: Church Book #366b (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sundays in Lent Lyrics: 1 Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy Blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose Blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings and fears within, without, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because Thy promise I believe; O Lamb of God, I come, I come! 6 Just as I am; Thy Love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be thine, year, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come, I come! Languages: English Tune Title: [Just as I am without one plea]

Min kjære Ven, ak tør jeg dig

Author: Emilie Juliane; Birg. Kaas Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #637 (1919) Topics: Second Sunday in Lent; Second Sunday in Lent Lyrics: 1 Min kjære Ven, ak tør jeg dig Min Ven endnu vel kalde, Da, Jesus, jeg har dristet mig Saa tidt fra dig at falde? Saa vis mig nu din Venskabs Tro, For Sorgen giv mig Fred o Ro Og udslet Synder mine. 2 Jeg føler, hvor mit Hjerte slaar For Syndens Straf og Plager, Ja, min Samvittighed er saar; Thi Syndens Skyld mig nager, Og at jeg har dinAand forladt Og dig af Hu og Øie sat, Ja Pagten brudt og krænket. 3 Hvad dine Bud forbyde mig, Det har jeg tidt bedrevet; Hvad de befale strengelig, Det er ei efterlevet; Jeg har din Godhed, Kald og Flid, Langmodighed og Naadens Tid Ei, som jeg burde, agtet. 4 Desværre, paa den Syndevei Jeg vandred altfor længe, Og kan med mine Kræfter ei Paa Bedrings Sti indtrænge; Jeg ussel og elendig er, Vil du, min Ven, ei tale her, Veed jeg mig ei at hjælpe. 5 Jeg negter ei min Synd, men den Nu fuldt ud vil bekjende. Gjør du og som en trofast Ven, For Ret mig Naade sende! Ak, Naade, Naade giv du mig! Jeg kun om Naade beder dig, Den lad mig vederfares! 6 Du, som vil ingen Synders Død, Men vil hans Bod i Tide, Du, som for alle synders Nød Selv vilde Døden lide, Lad dog din Værdskyld og det Blod, Som du for mig paa Korset lod, Al Skyld for mig betale! Languages: Norwegian