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Self-righteous souls on works rely

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #397 (1908) Topics: Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Self-righteous souls on works rely, And boast their mortal dignity; But if I lisp a song of praise, Grace is the note my soul shall raise. 2 'Twas grace that quickened me when dead, And grace my soul to Jesus led; Grace brings me pardon for my sin-- 'Tis grace subdues my lusts within. 3 'Tis grace that sweetens ev'ry cross, 'Tis grace supports in ev'ry loss; In Jesus' grace my soul is strong-- Grace is my hope and Christ my song. 4 'Tis grace defends when danger's near; And 'tis by grace I persevere; 'Tis grace constrains my soul to love-- Free grace is all they sing above. 5 Through endless years of grace I'll sing, Adore and bless my heavenly King; I'll cast my crown before His throne, Saved by His sov'reign grace alone. Languages: English Tune Title: WAREHAM (All Saints)

Vel den, der veed i Jesu navn

Author: Laur. Laurenti; Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #404 (1919) Topics: Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Vel den, der veed i Jesu Navn At løbe ret vor Gud i Favn! Han faar i Sandhed, hvad han vil, Som Jesus selv har sagt ham til. 2 Naar Barnet til sin Fader gaar, Hvor gjerne det en Gave faar! Og skriger det i Hungers Nød, Saa faar det jo et Stykke Brød. 3 Er Gud din Fader, tro ham til, At han dig hjælpe kan og vil, Men den, som gaar paa Syndens Vei, Den hører Gud, vor Fader, ei. 4 Kun den, som Naaden fandt attraar, Og Jesus i sit Hjerte faar, Han kan alene bede smukt I Jesus Navn med salig Frugt. 5 Saa bed ei med den bare Mund, Men ret af ganske Hjertens Grund Med Tro, og tvil saa ikke paa Den Ting, du beder om, at faa! 6 Men, søde Jesus, selv mig lær, Din Fader ret at komme nær, At jeg kan altid faa ved dig, Min Jesus, hvad der baader mig! Languages: Norwegian

Livets Krone at erlange

Author: Nils Holm Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #696 (1919) Topics: Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Livets Krone at erlange, det jeg ofte tænker paa; Ofte er jeg, ak! saa bange, At jeg den skal ikke naa, thi jeg kjæmper ikke ret, bliver tidt af ikke naa, Thi jeg kjæmper ikke ret, Bliver tidt af Kampen træt; Ak, et fremmed Baand mig binder! Det jeg tidt med Sorg besinder. 2 Evigt Liv her eftertragte Burde jeg med al min flid; Han, som Døden for mig smagte, Var vel værd en stadig Id; Men her ser det ilde ud, O, forbarm du dig, min Gud1 Hvi skal jeg dig saa vanære, Saa ustadig altid være. 3 Et end fattes mig, o Herre; Et, som saa fornødent er, Dig forsfæstet, ak desværre! Har jeg ei endnu ret kjær. Skab det Hjerte udi mig, Som ei kan undvære dig, At mig Intet maa behage, Naar jeg ei din Fred kan smage. 4 Havde du, o Sjæl ret nøie, Siden du til Live kom, Stedse set til hine Høie, Hvor din Frelser har din Dom, Hvor en blodig Angestsved Faldt for dig til Jorden ned, Hvor han hængte i Vanære– Da du kunde salig være. 5 Nu, min jesus1 tag mit Hjerte, Dan du det til Stadighed; Læg du Mindet om din Smerte Dybt i dette Hjerte ned; Lad mig stedse skue dig, Som du blegned hen for mig; Dette Syn skal mægtigt blive Fremmed Baand at sønderrive. 6 Dig hver Aften at beskue Og hver Morgen hilse dig, Som af Kjærlighedens Lue, Ak, fortæret blev for mig, Hver en Stund i Aanden se golgata Getsemane: Dette her min Kamp skal være, At jeg Kronen hist ma bære! Languages: Norwegian

Udi min Angst og Nød

Author: H. Ravn Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #224 (1919) Topics: Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Udi min Angst og Nød Til dig, o Herre sød, Jeg søger hen og haster, Min Sorg paa dig jeg kaster, Ulykken af du vender, Det staar i dine Hænder. 2 Bedrøver mig min Synd, Som er saa mangelund, Jeg vil dog ei forsage, I alle mine Dage, Paa Kristus vil jeg haabe, Til hannem al Tid raabe. 3 Og kommer snart min Død, Det Vinding er i Nød, Mit Liv mon Kristus være, Jeg vil mig ham forære; Jeg dør i Dag, i Morgen, Mig frelser Gud af Sorgen. 4 O Herre Jesus Krist, Du bar min Pine vist Paa Korset, der du døde For mig med største Møde, Mig Salighed at hente, Thi maa jeg Himlen vente. 5 Amen i allen Stund Jeg syng'r af Hjertens Grund; Den Helligaand os føre, Og vore Hjerter røre, At vi her allesammen Dig prise altid! Amen! Languages: Norwegian

Gud Fader udi Himmerig

Author: Klaus Mortensøn Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #228 (1919) Topics: Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Gud Fader udi Himmerig Sin Vilje han os kjendte, Der han os ned til Jorderig De ti Bud-Ord udsendte. 2 Det første Bud, det er nu saa, Det bør dig vel at merke: Afguder skal du dig ei faa, Men een Gud skal du dyrke. 3 Du skal og ei forfængelig Guds hellig' Navn paakalde, Om du vil ei evindelig I Pinen det undgjælde. 4 Du komme skal ihu dernæst Din Sabbat hellig gjøre, Og tjene Gud, som du kan bedst, Guds Ord da skal du høre. 5 Du hædre skal, til dyder næm, Din Fader og din Moder, Som dig med Ære forstred frem, Da faar du Landsens Goder. 6 Du skal og ingen slaa ihjel, Og ei Manddrab bedrive, Din Broder skal du unde vel, At du maa salig blive. 7 Du skal og ei bedrive Hor, Det mon saa mangen Daare, Ukydskheds Synd den snart forgaar, Men Pinen længe varer. 8 Du skal og ingen stjæle fra Hans Gods, hans Hæder, Ære, I Verden skal du leve saa, At du retvis kan være. 9 Du skal og ei falsk Vidnesbyrd Mod din Jevnkristen bære, Det bliver dig fuld ganske dyrt I evig Kval at være. 10 Dernæst du skal og ei attraa Din Broders Hustru vene, Men al den Stund, du leve maa, Din Broder skal du tjene. 11 Det sidste Bud-Ord det er saa, Det bør dig nu at kjende: Din Broders Gods du ei attraa, Hans Hus go ei hans Svende. 12 Gud Fader, Søn og Helligaand Han give af sin Naade, Vi maatte udi alle Land Hans Bud-Ord vel bevare! Languages: Norwegian

There many shall come from the east and the west

Author: M. B. Landstad Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #239 (1913) Meter: 11.9.11.9.9 Topics: The Church Year Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 There many shall come from the east and the west And sit at the feast of salvation With Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, the blest, Obeying the Lord's invitation. Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! 2 But they who have always resisted His grace And on their own virtue depended, Shall then be condemned and cast out from His face, Eternally lost and unfriended. Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! 3 O may we all hear when our Shepherd doth call, In accents persuasive and tender, That while there is time we make haste one and all And find Him, our mighty defender. Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! 4 O that we the throng of the ransomed may swell, To whom He hath granted remission. God graciously make us in heaven to dwell And save us from endless perdition. Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! 5 God grant that I may of His infinite love Remain in His merciful keeping; And sit with the King at His table above, When here in the grace I am sleeping. Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! 6 All trials are then like a dream that is past, Forgotten all trouble and sorrow; All questions and doubts have been answered at last; Then dawneth eternity's morrow. Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! 7 The heavens shall ring with an anthem more grand Than ever on earth was recorded; The blest of the Lord shall receive at His hand The crown to the victors awarded. Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! Tune Title: [There many shall come from the east and the west]

Jesus, lover of my soul

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #244 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Savior! hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed: All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want; More than all in Thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind! Just and holy is Thy name;, I am all unrighteousness: False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within; Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart! Rise to all eternity! Tune Title: [Jesus lover of my soul]

Seems it in my anguish lone

Author: Christoph Titius; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #412 (1908) Topics: Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Seems it in my anguish lone, As though God forsook His own, Yet I hold this knowledge fast, God will surely help at last. 2 Though awhile it be delayed, He denieth not His aid; Though it come not oft with speed, It will surely come in need. 3 As a father not too soon Grants his child the longed-for boon, So our God gives when He will; Wait His pleasure and be still. 4 I can rest in thoughts of Him, When all courage else grows dim, For I know my soul shall prove His is more than father's love. 5 Would the powers of ill affright, I can smile at all their might; Or the cross be pressing sore, God, my God, lives evermore! 6 Man may hate me causelessly, Man may plot to ruin me, Foes my heart may piecer and rend: God in heaven is still my Friend. 7 Earth may all her gifts deny, Safe my treasure is on high; And if heaven at last be mine, All things else I can resign. 8 I renounce thee willingly, World, I hate what pleases thee, Baneful every gift of thine, Only be my God still mine. 9 Ah Lord, if but Thee I have, Nought of other good I crave, Bright is even death's dark road, If but Thou art there, my God. Languages: English Tune Title: WEBER (Seymour)

Forsake us not - O lord, be near

Author: Nicolaus Selnecker; L. Heyl Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #181 (1908) Topics: Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Forsake us not--O Lord be near Thy Church, when low'ring clouds appear; That heav'nly light, Thy Word divine; Continue in our midst to shine. 2 While sin and death around we see, O grant that we may constant be; And pure retain, till life is spent, Thy precious Word and Sacrament. 3 Dear Savior! help, Thy church uphold; For we are sluggish, thoughtless, cold; Indue Thy Word with power and grace, And spread its truth in ev'ry place. 4 Yes! leave us but Thy Word, we pray; The fatal wiles of Satan stay; Oh smile upon Thy church: give grace; And courage, patience, love, and peace. 5 O God! how sin's dread works abound; Thoughout the earth no rest is found; And wide has falsehood's spirit spread, And error boldly rears its head. 6 And ever is there something new Devised to change Thy doctrines true; Lord Jesus! as thou still dost reign, Those vain, presumptuous minds restrain. 7 And as the cause and glory, Lord, Are Thine, not ours, do Thou afford Us help and strength and constancy, And keep us ever try to Thee. 8 Thy word shall fortify us hence, It is Thy Church's sure defense; O let us in its power confide, That we may seek no other guide. 9 Here on Thy Word in faith we lean, There Thou shalt be forever see; And when our journey, endeth here, Receive us, Lord, in glory there. Languages: English Tune Title: WEIMAR (Herr Jesu Christ, dich zu uns wend)

Thy way and all thy sorrows

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #284 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Fourth Sunday after Epiphany Lyrics: 1 Thy way and all thy sorrows, Give thou into His hand, His gracious care unfailing, Who doth the heavens command; Their course and path He giveth To clouds and air and wind; A way thy feet may follow, He, too, for thee will find. 2 On Him be Thy reliance, As thou would'st prosper well; To make thy work enduring Thy mind on Him must dwell, God yieldeth naught to sorrow And self tormenting care; Naught, naught with Him availeth; No power save that of prayer. 3 Thy truth and grace, O Father, Behold and surely know, Both what is good and evil, For mortal man below: And whatsoe'er Thou choosest Thou dost, great God, fulfill, And into being bringest Whate'er is in Thy will. 4 Thy way is ever open; Thou dost on naught depend; Thine act is only blessing, Thy path light without end. Thy work can no man hinder; Thy purpose none can stay, Since Thou to bless Thy hildren Through all dost make a way. 5 In vain the powers of darkness Thy will, O God, oppose; High over all undoubting, Thy pleasure onward goes: Whate'er Thy will resolveth, Whate'er Thou dost intend, Its destined work performeth True to its aim and end. 6 Then hope, my feeble spirit, And be thou undismayed; God helps in every trial, And makes thee unafraid. Await God's time with pleasure, Then shall thine eyes behold The sun of joy and gladness His brightest beams unfold. 7 Arise, arise! thy sadness, Thy cares send far away; Away each thought afflicting That on the heart doth prey. Not in thy hands the guidance Of all events doth dwell; God on His throne o'erruleth, He guideth all things well. 8 Leave all to His direction; In wisdom He doth reign; Thy wonder far exceeding, He will His course maintain; So He as Him beseemeth, With wonder-working skill, Shall put away the sorrows, That now thy spirit fill. 9 Awhile His consolation He will to thee deny, And seem as though in spirit He far from thee would fly; Awhile distress and anguish Shall compass thee around, Nor to thy supplication An answ'ring voice be found. 10 But if thou ne'er forsake Him, Thou shalt deliverance find; Behold all unexpected, He will thy soul unbind. He from thy heavy burden Will soon thy heart set free; Yea, from that weight no evil Hath yet befallen thee. 11 Thou child of truth, how blesséd! A conqueror soon shalt be, With songs of glad thanksgiving A crown awaiteth thee. To thee the palm triumphal By God's own hand is giv'n, Thine, to His name who saved thee, To sing the songs of heaven. 12 Give, Lord, this consummation To all our hearts’ distress, Our hands, our feet, O strengthen, In death our spirits bless. Thy truth and Thy protection Forevermore we pray; With these in heavenly glory Shall end our certain way. Tune Title: [Thy way and all thy sorrows]