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Forsøger eder selv

Author: Brorson; J. J. Breithaupt Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #494 (1897) Topics: Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday For Evening Lyrics: 1 Forsøger eder selv, Om I i Troen ere, Om I ved Troens Kraft I Hjertet Jesum bære, Og om I følge ham I Kors taalmodig ind Med kjærlig Ydmyghed Og Troens rene Sind! 2 Vor Tro den er et Lys I Hjertet dybt forborgen, Som bryder deilig frem, Ret som den klare Morgen, Gjør Sjælen frydefuld, Opklaret, deilig rig, Ny, ret forandert og I Sindet Jesu lig. 3 Den øser altid af Sin Jesu rige Gaver, Og deler gjerne med Sin Næste, hvad den haver; I Jesu kan den faa Meer, end den har behov, Og Naaden lyser frem Til Herrens Pris og Lov. 4 Den tviler ei at faa, Hvad Gud i Ordet lover, Og derfor frisk sig ind I Kors og Modgang vover, Thi Troen føder Haab; Af det, den har og ser, Er den forsikret om, At finde altid meer. 5 Af Haab er Kjærlighed, Thi naar man sig paaminder, Hvor sød en Gud vi har, Og evig har og finder, Saa bryder dette ud I Hjertens Kjærlighed Endog mod den, som er Os bitter gram og vred. 6 Hvad Gud os gjør, vi da Vil gjøre mod vor Næste, Naar nogen gjør os ondt, Vi søge deres Bedste, Og bøde Andres Traads, Forfølgelse og Spot Med Forbøn, gode Ord, Og gjør dem altid godt. 7 Naar Gud ved meget Kors Os ret paa Prøve setter, Tro gjør Taalmodighed, Som alt det Tunge letter, Den dæmper Kjødets Knur Og tager bønnen fat, Og veed, at al vor Nød Gud Vei og Maal har sat. 8 Ransag, om Kristus sig Udi din Sjæl forklarer; Thi det er Kristi Liv, Som Troen aabenbarer, Den gjør retfærdig først, Saa hellig, giver Lyst Og Kraft til Gjerning god, Er dette i dit Bryst? 9 O Jesu, styrk du mig I Troen alle Dage! Saa skal et helligt Liv Og Levnet og tiltage; Hvor Lyset er, der maa Og Glansen ytre sig; O lær mig, at jeg ret Og al Tid følger dig! Languages: Norwegian

O what terror in thy forethought

Author: Peter Damian, d. 1072; John Mason Neale Hymnal: Church Book #543 (1890) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Twenty Fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O what terror in thy forethought, Ending scene of mortal life! Heart is sickened, reins are loosened, Thrills each nerve, with terror rife, When the anxious heart depicteth All the anguish of the strife! 2 Christ, unconquered King of glory! Thou my wretched soul relieve In that last extremest terror When the body she must leave: Let the Accuser of the brethren O'er me then no power receive! 3 Let the Prince of darkness vanish, And Gehenna's legions fly! Shepherd, Thou Thy sheep, thus ransomed, To Thy country lead on high, Where for ever in fruition I may see Thee eye to eye! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETER'S

Dristig nu, mit bange Hjerte

Author: Brorson Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #568 (1919) Topics: Twenty fourth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Dristig nu, mit bange Hjerte, Fat dig et frimodigt Sind! Skynd dig kun med al din Smerte Lige til din Jesus ind! Ja, jeg løber lige til, Lad kun spotte, hvem der vil, Sligt jeg ei kan se og høre, Har det kun med Gud at gjøre. 2 Som i Storm og stærke Vinde Skibet drives under Land, At det Rolighed kan finde, Sættes der igjen i Stand, Saadan har nu Vredens Vind, Jesus! drevet mig herind, Da jeg før ei tænke kunde Andet end at gaa til Grunde. 3 Du vil mig vist ei bortstøde, Søde Jesus, Sjæleven! Thi jeg sørget mig til Døde, Kom jeg ikke til dig hen. Ingen Hjort saa tørstig kan Skrige efter Kildevand, At jeg ei med større Smert Længes efter dig af Hjerte. 4 Jeg vil ikke tigge længe Der, hvor intet er at faa, Ære, Rigdom, Gods og Penge– Sig mig dog, hvor langt de naa? Da jeg var i Sjæle-Nød, Da var hele Verden død, Ingen kunde, ingen vilde Den fortviled' Sorg formilde. 5 Jesus, ja min Jesus ene, Han alene kan og vil, Derfor, hvad end andre mene, Ham jeg trænger mig hen til; Det er ham, min Sjæl, du maa Ene, ene lide paa, Ham jeg ogsaa fast vil holde, Til min' Hænder ere kolde. 6 Jesus, tak, at du tilsteder Mig at komme dig saa nær! Du har søde Ord, som glæder, Stærke Ord, som frelser her Fra al Sorg og Synd og Nød; Se, jeg er i Jesu Skjød! Det er Ære her at ligge, Det er Rigdom her at tigge. Languages: Norwegian

When along life's thorny road

Author: James G. Deck Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #503 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When along life's thorny road, Faints the soul beneath the load, By its cares and sins opprest, Finds on earth no peace or rest; When the wily tempter's near, Filling us with doubt and fear: Jesus, to Thy feet we flee, Jesus, we will look to Thee. 2 thou, our Savior, from the throne Listenest to Thy people's moan; Thou, the living Head, dost share Every pang Thy members bear; Full of tenderness Thou art, Thou wilt heal the broken heart; Full of power Thine arm shall quell All the rage bad might of hell. 3 Mighty to redeem and save, Thou hast overcome the grave; Thou the bars of death hast riven, Opened wide the bars of heaven; Soon in glory thou shalt come, Taking Thy poor pilgrims home; Jesus, then we all shall be, Ever, ever, Lord, with Thee. Tune Title: [When along life's thorny road]

A pilgrim and a stranger

Author: P. Gerhardt Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #504 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 A pilgrim and a stranger, I journey here below, Far distant is my country, The home to which I go. Here I must toil and travail, Oft weary and oppressed, But there my God shall lead me To everlasting rest. 2 I've met with storms and danger, E'en from my early years, With enemies and conflicts, With fightings and with fears. There's nothing here that tempts me To wish a longer stay, So I must hasten forward, No halting or delay. 3 It is a well-worn pathway-- Many have gone before; Thy holy saints and prophets, The patriarchs of yore. They trod the toilsome journey In patience and in faith; And them I fain would follow, Like them in life and death. 4 Who would share Abraham's blessing, Must Abraham's path pursue. A stranger and a pilgrim, Like him, must journey through. The foes must be encountered, The dangers must be passed; Only a faithful soldier, Receive the crown at last. 5 So I must hasten forwards,-- Thank God, the end will come! This land of my sojourning Is not my destined home. That evermore abideth, Jerusalem above, The everlasting city, The land of light and love. 6 There still my thoughts are dwelling, 'Tis there I long to be; Come, Lord, and call Thy servant To blessedness with Thee! Come, bid my toils be ended, Let all my wanderings cease; Call from the wayside lodging To the sweet home of peace. 7 There I shall dwell for ever, No more a stranger guest, With all Thy blood-bought children In everlasting rest; The pilgrim toils forgotten, The pilgrim conflicts o'er, All earthly griefs behind us, Eternal joys before! Tune Title: [A pilgrim and a stranger]

Jesus, still lead on

Author: N. L. von Zinzendorf Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #505 (1913) Meter: 5.5.8.8.5.5 Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, lead us on Till our rest is won! And although the way be cheerless, We will follow, calm and fearless; Guide us by Thy hand To our fatherland! 2 If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, Let not faith and hope forsake us; For through many a woe To our home we go! 3 When we seek relief From a long-felt grief, When temptations come alluring, Make us patient and enduring; Show us that bright shore Where we weep no more! 4 Jesus, still lead on Till our rest be won; Heavenly Leader, still direct us, Still support, console, protect us, Till we safely stand In our fatherland! Tune Title: [Jesus, still lead on]

I know of a sleep in Jesus' name

Author: M. B. Landstad Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #506 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 I know of a sleep in Jesus' name, A rest from all toil and sorrow; Earth folds in her arms my weary frame, And shelters it till the morrow; My soul is at home with God in heaven, Her sorrows are past and over. 2 I know of a peaceful eventide; And when I am faint and weary, At times with the journey sorely tried, Through hours that are long and dreary; Then often I yearn to lay me down, And sink into blissful slumber. 3 I know of a morning bright and fair, When tidings of joy shall wake us, When songs of from on high shall fill the air, And God to His glory take us, When Jesus shall bid us rise from sleep-- How joyous that hour of awaking! 4 O that is a morning dear to me, And oft, o'er the mountains streaming, In spirit its heavenly light I see, As golden the peaks are beaming; Then sing I for joy like birds at dawn That carol in lofty lindens. 5 God's Son to our graves then wends His way, His voice hear all tribes and nations; The portals are rent that guard our clay, And moved are the sea's foundations. He calls out aloud: "Ye dead, come forth!" In glory we rise to meet Him. 6 Now opens the Father's house above, The names of the blest are given: Lord, gather us there; let none we love Be missed in the joys of heaven. Vouchsafe Thou us all a place with Thee; We ask through our dear Redeemer. 7 O Jesus, draw near my dying bed, And take me into Thy keeping, And say when my spirit hence is fled; "This child is not dead, but sleeping." And leave me not, Savior, till I rise, To praise Thee in life eternal. Tune Title: [I know of a sleep in Jesus' name]

Heavenward still our pathway tends

Author: B. Schmolk Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #507 (1913) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Topics: The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Heavenward still our pathway tends, Here on earth we are but strangers; Till our road in Canaan ends, Safely passed this wild of dangers, Pilgrims we, a scattered band, Seek above our fatherland. 2 Heavenward still, my soul, ascend! Thou art one of heaven's creations; Earth can ne'er give aim or end Fit to fill thy aspirations; And a heaven-enlightened mind Evermore its source to find. 3 Heavenward still! God's volume blest, Thus, throughout its sacred pages, calls on me, and speaks its rest, Rest with Him through endless ages; While my heart that call attends, Still to heaven my path ascends. 4 Heavenward still my thoughts arise, When His festal board invites me; Then my spirit upward flied, Foretaste then of heaven delight me: When on earth this food hath ceased, Comes the Lamb's own marriage-feast. 5 Heavenward still my spirit wends, That fair land by faith exploring; Heavenward still my heart ascends, Sun and moon and stars out-soaring: Their faint rays in vain would try With the light of heaven to vie. 5 Heavenward still, when life shall close, Death to my true home shall guide me: Then, triumphant o'er my woes, Lasting bliss shall God provide me; Christ Himself the way has led; Joyful in His steps I tread. 6 Still then heavenward! heavenward still! That shall be my watchword ever! Joys of heaven my heart shall fill, Chasing joys that filled it never; Heavenward still my thoughts shall run, Till the gate of heaven is won. Tune Title: [Heavenward still our pathway tends]

When my last hour is close at hand

Author: Edgar Alfred Bowring; Nikolaus Hermann Hymnal: Church Book #547 (1890) Topics: Twenty Fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When my last hour is close at hand, My last sad journey taken, Do Thou, Lord Jesus! by me stand, Let me not be forsaken. O Lord, my spirit I resign Into Thy loving hands divine; 'Tis safe within Thy keeping. 2 Countless as sands upon the shore, My sins may then appall me; Yet, though my conscience vex me sore, Despair shall not enthrall me: For as I draw my latest breath, I'll think, Lord Christ! upon Thy Death, And there find consolation. 3 I shall not in the grave remain, Since Thou death's bonds hast severed; But hope with Thee to rise again, From fear of death delivered, For where Thou art, there I shall be. That I may ever live with Thee: This is my joy in dying. 4 And so to Jesus Christ I'll go, My longing arms extending; So fall asleep in slumber deep, Slumber that knows no ending, Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son, Opens the gates of bliss, leads on To heaven, to life eternal. Languages: English Tune Title: WENN MEIN STÜNDLEIN VORHANDEN IST

When the last agony draws nigh

Author: John Andew Gramlich; Miss Winkworth Hymnal: Church Book #548 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Twenty Fourth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 When the last agony draws nigh, My spirit sinks in bitter fear: Courage! I conquer though I die, For Christ with Death once wrestled here. Thy strife, O Christ, with death's dark power Upholds me in this fearful hour. 2 In faith I hide myself in Thee; I shall not perish in the strife; I share Thy war, Thy victory, And death is swallowed up in Life. Thy strife, O Christ, with death of yore Hath conquered, and I fear no more. Languages: English Tune Title: WINKWORTH