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Come, ye weary sinners, come

Author: C. Wesley Appears in 106 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Twenty-sixth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-sixth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Come, ye weary sinners, come, All who your heavy load; Jesus calls His wanderers home; Hasten to your pardoning God. 2 Come, ye guilty souls opprest, Answer to the Savior’s call: "Come, and I will give you rest; "Come, and I will save you all." 3 Jesus, full of truth and love, We Thy gracious call obey: Faithful let Thy mercies prove, Take our load of guilt away. 4 Fain we would on Thee rely, Cast on Thee our sin and care: To Thine arms of mercy fly, Find our lasting quiet there. 5 Lo, we come to Thee for ease: True and gracious as Thou art, Now our groaning souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart. Used With Tune: [Come, ye weary sinners, come]

Nu takker alle Gud

Author: Martin Rinkart; Ukj. Appears in 8 hymnals Topics: Twenty-sixth Sunday after Trinity Sunday For Evening Lyrics: 1 Nu takker alle Gud Med Hjerte, Mund og Hænder, Som overflødigt Godt Os uforskyldt tilsender, Som alt fra Moders Liv Paa os har naadig tænkt, Og al Nødtørstighed Saa rigeligen skjænkt! 2 Den evig rige Gud Han os fremdeles unde Sjæls Glæde, Ro og Fred, Han give, at vi kunde I Naade altid staa Hos ham, og ved vor Bøn Faa Hjelp i Nød og Død, Tilsidst en Naade-Løn! 3 Gud Fader og Guds Søn Ske evig Pris og Ære, Den værdig Helligaand Derhos høilovet være! Velsignet Guddom, som Forbliver, var og er, Vi dig id Ydmyghed Vort Takke-Offer bær! Used With Tune: [Nu takker alle Gud ]

Jerusalem the golden

Author: Bernard de Morlaix; John Mason Neale Meter: 7.6 Appears in 911 hymnals Topics: Twenty Sixth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem, the golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest: I know not, O I know not, What social joys are there! What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare! 2 And when I fain would sing them My spirit fails and faints, And vainly would it image The assembly of the saints. They stand, those halls of Zion, Conjubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng: 3 There is the Throne of David; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white! Used With Tune: EWING

That Day of wrath, that dreadful Day

Author: Sir Walter Scott Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 347 hymnals Topics: Twenty Sixth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 That Day of wrath, that dreadful Day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful Day? 2 When, shrivelling like a parchéd scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead: 3 Lord! on that Day, that wrathful Day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. Used With Tune: ST. CROSS

The God who reigns on high

Author: Thomas Olivers Meter: 6.8.4 Appears in 28 hymnals Topics: Twenty Sixth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 The God who reigns on high, The great archangels sing, And "Holy, holy, holy," cry, "Almighty King! Who was and is the same, And evermore shall be; Jehovah Father, great I AM, We worship Thee." 2 Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, O'erwhelmed at His almighty grace, For ever new: He shows His prints of love; They kindle to a flame, And sound, through all the worlds above, The slaughtered Lamb. 3 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!" Hail, Abraham's God and mine! I join the heavenly lays; All might and majesty are Thine, And endless praise. Used With Tune: LEONI

Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst

Author: Fr. Rostgaard; Luise Henriette Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Twenty-sixth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst, Han, min Frelser, er i Live, Derfor jeg med Fryd og Lyst Al Tid mig tilfreds vil give, Hvad endog mig Dødens Stund Gi'r for Tanker mangelund. 2 Jesus Krist, min Frelsermand, Lever vist, og jeg skal skue Ham i det forjætted' Land, Hvorfor skulde jeg da grue? Han er Hoved, jeg et Lem, Han med sig mig fører hjem. 3 Jeg til ham med Haabets Baand Uopløselig er bunden, Saa skal og minTroes Haand Fæstet i ham blive funden, Saa mig aldrig Døden kan Skille fra min Frelsermand. 4 Jeg er Kjød og ganske vist Maa til Støv og Aske vorde, Men min Frelser, Jesus Krist, Skal opvække mig af Jorde, At jeg maa i Evighed Se ham i hans Herlighed. 5 Da skal atter denne Hud Disse Lemmer omkringgive, Ja i dette Legem Gud Skal af mig tilbedet blive, Og i dette Kjød jeg skal Jesus se i Himlens Sal. 6 Disse mine Øine og Ham, min Frelser, skulle kjende, Jeg, jeg selv–forklaret dog– Af hans Kjærlighed skal brænde, Saa at ingen Deel hos mig Være skal forkrænkelig. 7 Hvad her findes sygt og svagt, Friskt og herligt der skal møde, Jordisk vorder jeg nedlagt, Himmelsk staar jeg op af Døde, Her jeg bort naturlig gaar, Der et evigt Liv jeg faar. 8 Mine Lemmer, værer fro! Kristus bærer eder alle; Skal I end i Graven bo, Han herud vil eder kalde, Naar Basunens sterke Lyd Høres til de Frommes Fryd. 9 I kan le ad Satans List Og ad Dødens Falde-Snare, Thi igjennem Luften vist I til Jesum skulle fare, Da skal sorg og Vedermod Ligge under eders Fod. 10 Kun at eders Aand sig maa Ud fra Verdens Lyster rive, Sjælens himmelske Attraa I maa eder overgive! Helliger da eder til Himlen, hvor I være vil! Used With Tune: [Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst]

When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come

Author: Selina, Countess of Huntingdon Appears in 439 hymnals Topics: Twenty Sixth 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. Used With Tune: ACH! WAS SOLL ICH SÜNDER MACHEN

What are these in bright array

Author: James Montgomery Appears in 377 hymnals Topics: Twenty Sixth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 What are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, Round the altar night and day Hymning one triumphant song? "Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honor, glory, power, Wisdom, riches to obtain, New dominion every hour." 2 These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came; Now, before the throne of God, Sealed with His Almighty Name, Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their dear Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed; Them the Lamb amidst the throne Shall to living fountains lead: Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispels all fears; And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away the tears. Used With Tune: HOLLINGSIDE

Come unto Me, when shadows darkly gather

Author: Catherine H. Esling Appears in 273 hymnals Topics: The Church Year Twenty-sixth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-sixth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Come unto Me, when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and distressed; Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father, Come unto Me, and I will give you rest. 2 Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken, When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken, Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned, 3 Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn. 4 There like an Eden blossoming in gladness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed; Come unto Me, all ye who droop in sadness, Come unto Me, and I will give you rest. Used With Tune: [Come unto Me, when shadows darkly gather]

Jesu, din søde Forening at smage

Author: Ukj.; P. J. Hygom Appears in 8 hymnals Topics: Twenty-sixth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Jesu, din søde Forening at smage Længes og trænges mit Hjerte og Sind; Riv mig fra alt det, mig holder tilbage, Drag mig i dig, min Begyndelse, ind! Viis mig ret klarlig min Jammer og Møie, Viis mig Fordærvelsens Afgrund i mig, At sig Naturen til Døden kan bøie, Aanden alene maa leve for dig! 2 Styrk mig ret kraftig i Sjælen derinde, At jeg kan finde, hvad Aanden formaar, Tag dig til Fange min Tale og Sinde, Leed mig og lok mig, saa svag som jeg gaar! Mig, og hvad mit er, jeg gjerne vil miste, Naar du alene i Sjælen maa bo, Og sig omsider paa Døren maa liste, Hvad som forstyrrer min inderlig' Ro. 3 O, hvo der kunde det Ene kun lære, Sig at opofre med Hjerte og Hu! O, maatte Jesus mit Alting kun være! Jeg er desværre, langt borte endnu; Jesu, som gav mig et hørende Øre, Rek mig tillige din kraftige Haand, At jeg herefter min Vandring maa føre Ret som en Kristen i Helligheds Aand! 4 Hør dog, o Jesu, din kurrende Due, Hyrde, opsøg dit vildfarende Lam! Bær mig blandt Myrrha en lædskende Drue, Rense mit Hjerte fra Synd og fra Skam! Lad mig i Bogstavens Væsen ei blive, Som kun udvortes gjør ærbar og sin; Aanden lad Loven i Hjertet indskrive, At jeg i Sandhed maa kalde mig din! 5 Jesu, naar vil du dog skaffe mig Hvile? Byrden den trykker, ak, tag mig den af! Naar skal jeg se dig ret venlig at smile? Reis dig at true det brusende Hav! Kjærligste Jesu, du maa dig forbarme, Skjul dog det Aasyn ei evig for mig! Ædleste Rigdom for aandelig Arme, Fyld mit, det udtømte, Hjerte med dig! 6 Lad mig, o Jesu, forgjæves ei raabe, Se dog hvor Sjælen er hungrig og træt! Lad os, Immanuel, være tilhobe, Har jeg dig ene, saa bliver jeg mæt! Fordum du sagde: De maatte vansmægte, Dersom jeg lader dem hungrige gaa,– Evige Kjærlighed, kan du da nægte Sjæle, der hungre, en Smule at faa? 7 Naadigste Jesu, nu vil jeg mig binde Ved din den dyre Forjættelses Pagt: Beder og leder, saa faa I og finde! Saa har de sanddrue Læber jo sagt. Jeg vil med Kvinden af Kanaans Egne Raabe dig efter, og bliver ei stil, Før du paa Bønnen til Slutning maa tegne: Amen, ja Amen, dig ske, som du vil! Used With Tune: [Jesu, din søde Forening at smage] Text Sources: Tysk 1712