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Why do the heathen rage?

Author: B. H. Kennedy Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #217 (1913) Meter: 6.7.6.7.6.6.6.6 Topics: The Church Year Sunday after New Year; The Church Year Sunday after New Year Lyrics: 1 Why do the heathen rage? What are the nations dreaming? In vain against the Lord And His Anointed scheming, Kings of the earth arise, And leaguéd rulers say: "Come, let us break their bands, And cast their cords away." 2 He who is throned in heaven Derides their preparation; The Lord upon them pours His scornful indignation: Soon shall His voice of wrath Their souls with terror thrill "Yet I have set my King On Zion's holy hill."-- 3 Now will I cry aloud And tell the Lord's great token: "Thou art My Son," He saith: To me the word was spoken: "Yea, Thee have I this day Begotten: ask of Me, And Thine the heathen, Thine Earth's utmost parts shall be: 4 Beneath Thine iron rod Thy foemen shall be shattered, As by the potter's hand The broken shreds lie scattered." Be wise, then, O ye kings, Ye earthly judges, hear; Serve ye the Lord with awe, Rejoice with trembling fear. 5 Bow down and kiss the Son, Lest, if His wrath awaken, Ye fail and fade away, For evermore forsaken. Soon may His anger burn, A lightly kindled flame; Then blessed are all they That trust His holy name. Tune Title: [Why do the heathen rage?]

The New Church Year Again Is Come

Author: Emanuel Cronenwett; John Olearius Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #342 (1930) Meter: 8.8.8.8.4 Topics: The Church Year Advent Lyrics: 1 The new Church Year again is come And wakes the joy of Christendom; Thy King, O Zion, comes to thee, Rejoice, rejoice eternally! Hallelujah! 2 Now in our midst anew are heard The lessons of God's holy Word, That lead the way to life and heav'n; Lord, praise to Thee for this be giv'n! Hallelujah! 3 Thy truth repeated o'er and o'er, Our faith will strengthen more and more; Let it abide in us, that we May render endless praise to Thee. Hallelujah! Languages: English Tune Title: ORMISTON

God calling yet!--shall I not hear?

Author: G. Tersteegen Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #433 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Tenth Sunday after Trinity ; The Church Year Tenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 God calling yet!--shall I not hear? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? Shall life's swift passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumbers lie? 2 God calling yet!--shall I not rise? Can I His loving voice despise, And basely His kind care repay? He calls me still; can I delay? 3 God calling yet! and shall He knock And I my heart the closer lock? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare His Spirit grieve? 4 God calling yet!--and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live? I wait, but He does not forsake; He calls me still: My heart, awake! 5 Ah, yield Him all: in Him confide: Where but with Him doth peace abide? Break loose, let earthly bonds be riven, And let the spirit rise to heaven! 6 God calling yet!--I cannot stay; My heart I yield without delay; Vain world, farewell! from thee I part; The voice of God hath reached my heart! Tune Title: [God calling yet! shall I not hear?]

My all I to my God commend

Author: J. Leon Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #481 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.4.8 Topics: The Church Year Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 My all I to my God commend, Who all doth to His purpose bend; My life resigning to His will; Mine to lie still, Or his designs alone fulfill. 2 This earth is but a vale of tears, Where grief on every side appears; Sad hours of conflict, toil, and woe Here ebb and flow, Till we are summoned hence to go. 3 Today with joy our hearts beat high; Tomorrow in the grave we lie: Though as the rose we bloom today, We soon decay, And sorrow everywhere hath sway. 4 Lord, may we meditate aright How soon we all must fade from sight, How swiftly from the earth we fly, All born to die, Rich, poor, wise, simple, low and high. 5 Few are our days and sad below, Our daily bread is toil and woe: But God in His good time will send A peaceful end: Death from a foe is made a friend. 6 And though our sins against us rise, To heaven we lift our trusting eyes; For God is merciful, and gave, Our souls to save, His Son belovéd to the grace. 7 This thought in every pain and grief Brings comfort, sweet and full relief, That we shall rise when Christ appears, No more in tears, As now, in these our pilgrim years. 8 O Jesus Christ, the Son of God, Who hast redeemed us with Thy blood, Thy precious wounds our refuge be: For rest we flee, O Lord, our only hope, to Thee. Tune Title: [My all I to my God commend]

The Son of God goes forth to war

Author: Reginald Heber, 1783 - 1826 Hymnal: Service Book and Hymnal of the Lutheran Church in America #562 (1958) Topics: The Church Year Palm Sunday; The Church Year Saints' Days - Minor Festivals Lyrics: 1 The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain: His blood-red banner streams afar; Who follows in his train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain; Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in his train. 2 The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky And called on him to save; Like him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his train? A-men. 3 A glorious band, the chosen few, On whom the Spirit came, Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane; They bowed their necks the death to feel: Who follows in their train? 4 A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain: O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ALL SAINTS NEW

The year begins with Thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a44 (1895) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: The Church Year New Year Lyrics: 1 The year begins with Thee, And Thou begin'st with woe, To let the world of sinners see That blood for sin must flow. 2 Thine infant cries, O Lord, Thy tears upon the breast, Are not enough,--the legal sword Must do its stern behest. 3 Am I a child of tears, Cradled in care and woe? And seems it hard my vernal years Few vernal joys can show? 4 Seemeth it strange to me My own will to deny? Seemeth it sad, my soul, to thee, Under the yoke to lie? 5 I look, and hold my peace: The Giver of all good E'en from the womb takes no release From suffering, tears, and blood. 6 That I may reap in love, Help me to sow in fear: So life a winter's morn may prove To a bright, endless year. Languages: English

The old year now hath passed away

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a45 (1895) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Church Year New Year Lyrics: 1 The old year now hath passed away, We thank Thee, O our God! to-day, That Thou has kept us through the year, When danger and distress were near. 2 We pray Thee, O Eternal Son, Who with the Father reign’st as One, To guard and rule Thy Christendom Through all the ages yet to come. 3 Take not Thy saving Word away, Our souls’ true comfort, staff, and stay; Abide with us and keep us free From errors, foll'wing only Thee. 4 O help us to forsake all sin, A new and holier course begin; Mark not what once was done amiss, A happier, better year be this:, 5 Wherein as Christians we may live, Or die in peace that Thou canst give, To rise again when Thou shalt come, And enter our eternal home. 6 There shall we thank Thee, and adore With all the angels evermore; Lord Jesus Christ, increase our faith To praise Thy name through life and death. Languages: English

O Lord our Father, thanks to Thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a49 (1895) Topics: The Church Year New Year Lyrics: 1 O Lord our Father, thanks to Thee In this new year we render, For Thou hast been from misery And evil our defender; Through all the year that hath now fled Hast given us our daily bread, And peace within our borders. 2 Lord Jesus Christ, our thanks to Thee In this new year we render, For Thou still rulest zealously Thy fold, with mercies tender; Thou hast redeemed us with Thy blood, Thou art our only Trust and Good: In life and death our Savior. 3 Lord Holy Ghost, our thanks to Thee In this new year we render, For by Thy grace it is that we Perceive Thy Word's pure splendor; Thou hast infused, Lord, from above Into our hearts true faith and love And other Christian virtues. 4 Our faithful God, we cry to Thee: Still bless us with Thy favor, Blot out all our iniquity, And hide our sins forever; Grant us a happy, good New Year, And when the hour of death draw near, A blest departure. Amen. Languages: English

The year begins with Thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #44 (1880) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: The Church Year New Year Lyrics: 1 The year begins with Thee, And Thou begin'st with woe, To let the world of sinners see That blood for sin must flow. 2 Thine infant cries, O Lord, Thy tears upon the breast, Are not enough,--the legal sword Must do its stern behest. 3 Am I a child of tears, Cradled in care and woe? And seems it hard my vernal years Few vernal joys can show? 4 Seemeth it strange to me My own will to deny? Seemeth it sad, my soul, to thee, Under the yoke to lie? 5 I look, and hold my peace: The Giver of all good E'en from the womb takes no release From suffering, tears, and blood. 6 That I may reap in love, Help me to sow in fear: So life a winter's morn may prove To a bright, endless year. Languages: English

The year begins with Thee

Author: John Keble Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #44 (1908) Topics: The Church Year New Year Lyrics: 1 The year begins with Thee, And Thou begin'st with woe, To let the world of sinners see That blood for sin must flow. 2 Thine infant cries, O Lord, Thy tears upon the breast, Are not enough,--the legal sword Must do its stern behest. 3 Am I a child of tears, Cradled in care and woe? And seems it hard my vernal years Few vernal joys can show? 4 Seemeth it strange to me My own will to deny? Seemeth it sad, my soul, to thee, Under the yoke to lie? 5 I look, and hold my peace: The Giver of all good E'en from the womb takes no release From suffering, tears, and blood. 6 That I may reap in love, Help me to sow in fear: So life a winter's morn may prove To a bright, endless year. Languages: English Tune Title: BARNBY (Passion)