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Thou very present Aid

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #486 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou very present Aid In suffering and distress; The soul which still on Thee is stayed Is kept in perfect peace. 2 The soul by faith reclined On his Redeemer's breast, Midst raging storms exults to find An everlasting rest. 3 Sorrow and fear are gone, Whene'er Thy face appears; It still the sighing orphan's moan, And dries the widow's tears. 4 It hallows every cross; It sweetly comforts me; Makes me forget my every loss, And find my all in Thee. 5 Peace to the troubled heart, Health to the sin-sick mind; The wounded spirit's Balm Thou art, The Healer of mankind. 6 Jesus, to whom I fly, Doth all my wishes fill; In vain created streams are dry, In have the Fountain still. 7 Stript of my earthly friends, I fend them all in One; And peace, and joy that never ends, And heaven, in Christ alone. Languages: English Tune Title: HANDEL

At sige Verden ret Farvel

Hymnal: Kirkesalmebog #547 (1893) Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 At sige Verden ret Farvel I Livets Gry og Livets Kvæld Er lige tungt at nemme; Det lærtes aldrig her paa Jord, Var, Jesus, ei du i dit Ord Hos os, som du er hjemme. 2 Hvor tidt hos dig end Trøst jeg fandt, Naar Hjertet skalv og Graaden randt, Og Verdens Bølger bruste, Ved Støvet hænger dog min Sjæl, Og Ormen bider i min Hæl, Skjønt du dens Hoved knuste. 3 O Jesu, Herre, Broder sød, Du kjender bedst den bitre Død, Du har den overvundet; Vor Skabning grandt og kjender du, Og veed, vi alle se med Gru Vort Timeglas udrundet. 4 O kom du, som engang jeg veed, Du i din Faders Herlighed Skal klart dig aabenbare, Var det i Gry, var det i Kvæld, Jeg skyndte mig med kort Farvel I Sky til dig at fare. 5 Men kommer Døden førend du, Kom da i Løn, og kom ihu, Hvor mørkt der er i Graven; Omstraal mig, saa jeg glemmer den, Salv Øiet paa din syge Ven, Saa jeg kan se Gudshaven! 6 Kom i den sidste Nattevagt I en af mine Kjæres Dragt, Og set dig ved min Side; Og tal med mig som Ven med Ven, Om hvor vi snart skal sees igjen Og glemme al vor Kvide! 7 Kom som du vil! jeg veed det vist, Du selv har sagt, at her og hist Du kjendes vil paa Røsten, Den Røst, hvorved, traads Verdens Larm, Os Hjertet brænde kan i Barm Og smelte hen i Trøsten. 8 O, lad mig i min sidste Stund Det høre af din egen Mund, Som Aand og Liv kan tale, Hvor godt der er i Himmerig, Og at du Rum har redt til mig I dine lyse Sale! 9 Før Døden med en iskold Haand Gjør Skjel imellem Støv og Aand, Bortvifter Hjertets Varme, Indslumre skal jeg da med Lyst, Som Barnet ved sin Moders Bryst, I dine Frelserarme. Languages: Norwegian

At sige Verden ret Farvel

Author: Grundtvig Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #547 (1897) Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 At sige Verden ret Farvel I Livets Gry og Livets Kvæld Er lige tungt at nemme; Det lærtes aldrig her paa Jord, Var, Jesus, ei du i dit Ord Hos os, som du er hjemme. 2 Hvor tidt hos dig end Trøst jeg fandt, Naar Hjertet skalv og Graaden randt, Og Verdens Bølger bruste, Ved Støvet hænger dog min Sjæl, Og Ormen bider i min Hæl, Skjønt du dens Hoved knuste. 3 O Jesu, Herre, Broder sød, Du kjender bedst den bitre Død, Du har den overvundet; Vor Skabning grandt og kjender du, Og veed, vi alle se med Gru Vort Timeglas udrundet. 4 O kom du, som engang jeg veed, Du i din Faders Herlighed Skal klart dig aabenbare, Var det i Gry, var det i Kvæld, Jeg skyndte mig med kort Farvel I Sky til dig at fare. 5 Men kommer Døden førend du, Kom da i Løn, og kom ihu, Hvor mørkt der er i Graven; Omstraal mig, saa jeg glemmer den, Salv Øiet paa din syge Ven, Saa jeg kan se Gudshaven! 6 Kom i den sidste Nattevagt I en af mine Kjæres Dragt, Og set dig ved min Side; Og tal med mig som Ven med Ven, Om hvor vi snart skal sees igjen Og glemme al vor Kvide! 7 Kom som du vil! jeg veed det vist, Du selv har sagt, at her og hist Du kjendes vil paa Røsten, Den Røst, hvorved, traads Verdens Larm, Os Hjertet brænde kan i Barm Og smelte hen i Trøsten. 8 O, lad mig i min sidste Stund Det høre af din egen Mund, Som Aand og Liv kan tale, Hvor godt der er i Himmerig, Og at du Rum har redt til mig I dine lyse Sale! 9 Før Døden med en iskold Haand Gjør Skjel imellem Støv og Aand, Bortvifter Hjertets Varme, Indslumre skal jeg da med Lyst, Som Barnet ved sin Moders Bryst, I dine Frelserarme. Languages: Norwegian

Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord!

Author: Thomas Raffles Hymnal: Church Book #489 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord! On Thee I fix my trust, Encouraged by Thy holy Word, A feeble child of dust. I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea; And 'tis enough my Saviour died, My Saviour died for me. 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the veil. From strife of tongues and bitter words My spirit flies to Thee: Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Saviour died for me. 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body racked with pain: Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, Bid every murmur flee, But this, the witness in my breast That Jesus died for me? 4 And when Thy awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away, Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, O give me strength in death to speak, "My Saviour died for me." Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW

Lord, it belongs not to my care

Author: Richard Baxter Hymnal: Church Book #492 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give. If life be long, I will be glad That I may long obey; If short, yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day? 2 Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before: He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be? 3 Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints, That sing Jehovah's praise. My knowledge of that Life is small, The eye of faith is dim; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him. Languages: English Tune Title: OLD 137TH PSALM

Jesus, Thy soul, for ever blest

Author: Isaac Williams Hymnal: Church Book #187 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Thy soul, for ever blest, Hath gone among the dead, And to his peaceful place of rest The dying thief hath led. 2 And all for us; that when, ere long, We shall resign our breath, We may not fear to go among The unseen shades of death. 3 In death's dark vale I soon must be, But I will nothing fear; Thy rod and staff will comfort me; Thou hast Thyself been there. Languages: English Tune Title: DOMINE CLAMAVI

Jesus, my Redeemer, lives

Author: Louise Henrietta, Electress of Brandenburg; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #456 (1908) Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, Christ, my Trust, is dead no more; In the strength this knowledge gives, Shall not all my fears be o'er? Calm, though the death's long night be fraught Still with many an anxious tho't? 2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, And His life I once shall see; Bright the hope the promise gives, Where He is I too shall be. Shall I fear then? Can the Head Rise and leave the members dead? 3 Close to Him my soul is bound! In the bonds of hope enclasped; Faith's strong hand this soul hath found, And the Rock hath firmly grasped; Death shall ne'er my soul remove From her refuge in Thy love. 4 I shall see Him with these eyes-- Him whom I shall surely know; Not another shall I rise, With His love this heart shall glow; Only there shall disappear Weakness in and round me here. 5 Ye who suffer, sigh, and moan, Fresh and glorious there shall reign; Earthly here the seed is sown, Heavenly it shall rise again; Natural here the death we die, Spiritual our life on high. 6 Body, be thou of good cheer, In thy Savior's care rejoice; Give not place to gloom and fear-- Dead, thou yet shalt know His voice, When the final trump is heard, And the deaf, cold grave is stirred. 7 Laugh to scorn then death and hell, Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave; Caught into the air to dwell With the Lord who comes to save, We shall trample on our foes, Mortal weakness, fear and woes. 8 Only see ye that your heart Rise betimes from earthly lust; Would ye there with Him have part, Here obey your Lord and trust, Fix your hearts beyond the skies, Whither ye yourselves would rise. Languages: English Tune Title: HALLETT

Nearer, my God, to Thee

Author: Sarah F. Adams Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #466 (1913) Meter: 6.4.6.4.6.6.4 Topics: The Church Year Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given: Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Tune Title: [Nearer, my God, to Thee]

God of my life, to Thee I call!

Author: William Cowper Hymnal: Church Book #480 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 God of my life, to Thee I call! Afflicted at Thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail! 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner's plea? Does not the word still fixed remain, That none shall seek Thy face in vain? 4 That were a grief I could not bear, Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer-hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. 5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me; I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most Have no such privilege to boast. 6 Poor though I be, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. Languages: English Tune Title: ANGELUS

Nearer, my God, to Thee

Author: Sarah Flower Adams Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #510 (1908) Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; yet in my dreams I'd be, Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! 4 Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! 5 Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee; Nearer to Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: BETHANY