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O Jesus, se
Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #213 (1919) Topics: Original Sin Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, se
Min Skam o Ve!
Guds Villede er borte,
Sjælen er spedalsk som Sne,
Store Synder gjorte!
2 Hvor himmelklar
Og yndig var
Guds Skabning før at skue!
Ligner nu det sure Kar,
Og den vilde Drue.
3 I Dødens Nat
Blev Sjælen sat,
Og var dog vel til Mode,
Skjønt den havde tvert forladt
Gud, sit største Gode.
4 Da sank den ned
I Daarlighed,
Og Syndens Herredømme,
Alt, hvad den om Himlen veed,
Er kun dunkle Drømme.
5 De Mørkets Baand
Fik Overhaand
I alle Sjælens Kræfter,
At den hin urene Aand
Følger gjerne efter.
6 O Jesus, som
Til Verden kom
For os at vorde givet
Til en Skat og Helligdom
Og en Vei til Livet,–
7 Miskunde dig
Dog over mig,
Og lad dit Lys oprinde,
At mit Hjerte skynder sig
Gud igjen at finde!
8 Lad Straaler paa
Mit Hjerte slaa
Af Naadens Morgenrøde,
At min arme Sjæl kan staa
Op igjen af Døde!
9 O Syndres Ven,
Som gav dig hen
I Døden tornekronet,
Hjælp, jeg blir paany igjen
Med min Gud fosonet! Languages: Norwegian
O Jesus, se
Min Jesus, Grund til al vor Lyst
Author: Johann Ramback; Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #513 (1919) Topics: Original Sin Lyrics: 1 Min Jesus, Grund til al vor Lyst,
Og Frydens rette Sæde,
Hvad klemmer dog dit milde Bryst,
Du hele Verdens Glæde?
Hvad er det for en bitter Ting,
Der gjør dig Hjerte-Stød og Sting,
At du saa dybt maa sukke?
2 Du ser Guds Villede er skjændt,
Som var i Sjælen inde,
Det Lys, deri af Gud var tændt,
Du kan ei mere finde;
Det Mesterstykke af Guds Haand,
Vor Tunge, ser du nu i Baand,
Af Synd og Satan lænket.
3 Men du gaar midt paa Pladsen ind,
Blandt dem, der lide ilde,
Og aabner med forgtynget Sind
Dit Hjertes Naadekilde.
Det Suk, man af dig høre fik,
Ind for os i Guds Hjerte gik,
Hans Kjærlighed at finde.
4 O Frelser, lad dig "Effata!"
Min Mund og Hjerte røre,
Saa skal du et Halleluja
Af begge faa at høre!
O, at dit Broder-Hjerte maa
I al vor Nød os aabent staa,
Da kan os intet fattes!
5 Naar Døden i min sidste Stund
Vil Mund og Mæle lukke,
Da fyld mit ganske Hjertes Grund
Med himmeltrængend' Sukke!
Før selv for Thronen mine Ord,
Og Sjælen ind i Englekor,
Hvor alle Suk har Ende!
Languages: Norwegian
Min Jesus, Grund til al vor Lyst
Psalm 51 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.118 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Pardon of original and actual sin; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned First Line: Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive Lyrics:
Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
My lips with shame my sins confess
Against thy law, against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.
Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
Psalm 51 Part 1
Psalm 51 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.119 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Pardon of original and actual sin; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin Lyrics:
Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin;
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defiled in every part.
[Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]
Behold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:
No outward forms can make me clean
The leprosy lies deep within.
No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.
Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
Psalm 51 Part 2
Psalm 51 Part 3
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.120 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Pardon of original and actual sin; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned First Line: O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry Lyrics:
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
I cannot live without thy light
Cast out and banished from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Savior's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
Psalm 51 Part 3
Psalm 51 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.121 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Pardon of original and actual sin; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics:
Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.
Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.
Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English
Psalm 51 Part 1
Psalm 51 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.122 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Pardon of original and actual sin; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned First Line: O God of mercy, hear my call Lyrics:
O God of mercy, hear my call,
My loads of guilt remove;
Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from my love.
Give me the presence of thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.
No blood of goats nor heifers slain,
For sin could e'er atone;
The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.
A soul oppressed with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise;
A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.
Scripture: Psalm 51:14-17 Languages: English
Psalm 51 Part 2
Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LI.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Original and actual sin confessed Lyrics: 7 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin,
And born unholy and unclean,
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
8 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we’re defil'd in every part.
9 [Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]
10 Behold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace;
No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.
11 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop-branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
12 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
13 While guilt disturbs & breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken heart rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51:7-13 Languages: English
Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin
Shew Pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P51a (1766) Topics: Pardon of original and actual sin; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned Lyrics: 1 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting Rebel live;
Are not thy Mercies large and free;
May not a Sinner trust in Thee?
2 My Crimes are great, but not surpass
The Power and Glory of thy Grace:
Great GOD, thy Nature hath no Bound,
So let thy pard'ning Love be found.
3 O wash my Soul from ev'ry Sin,
And make my guilty Conscience clean;
Here on my Heart the Burden lies,
And past Offences pain mine Eyes.
4 My Lips with Shame my Sins confess
Against thy Law, against thy Grace;
Lord, should thy Judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.
5 Should sudden Vengeance seize my Breath,
I must pronounce Thee just in Death:
And if my Soul were sent to Hell,
Thy righteous Law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling Sinner, Lord,
Whose Hope still hov'ring round thy Word,
Would light on some sweet Promise there,
Some sure Support against Despair.
Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
Shew Pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P51b (1766) Topics: Pardon of original and actual sin; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin;
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the Man whose guilty Fall
Corrupts the Race, and taints us All.
2 Soon as we draw our Infant-Breath,
The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death;
Thy Law demands a perfect Heart;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry Part.
3 [Great GOD, create my Heart a new,
And form my Spirit pure and true;
O make me wise betimes, to spy
My Danger and my Remedy.]
4 Behold I fall before thy Face;
My only Refuge is thy Grace:
No outward Forms can make me clean;
The Leprosy lies deep within.
5 No bleeding Bird, nor bleeding Beast,
Nor Hyssop-Branch, nor sprinkling Priest,
Nor running Brook, nor Flood, nor Sea,
Can wash the dismal Stain away.
6 Jesus, my GOD, thy Blood alone
Hath Pow'r sufficient to attone;
Thy Blood can make me white as Snow;
No Jewish Types could cleanse me so.
7 While Guilt disturbs and breaks my Peace,
Nor Flesh nor Soul hath Rest or Ease,
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice,
And make my broken Bones rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin
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