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O for a closer walk with God

Author: William Cowper Hymnal: Church Book #396 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! 2 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet Messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast. 3 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne, And worship only Thee. 4 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. Languages: English Tune Title: BARBY

Bliv med din store Naade

Author: Josua Stegman; Skaar Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #663 (1919) Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Bliv med din store Naade Hos os, o Herre Krist, Fri os fra Dødens Vaade Og Djævlens arge List! 2 Bliv med dit Ord det rene Hos os, o Frelsermand, At vi i dig alene Vor Frelse have kan. 3 Bliv med din Glans den milde Hos os, o klare Lys, At vi os ei forvilde Fra dig til Mørkets Hus! 4 Bliv med din rige Gave Hos os, o rige Drot, At vi i dig kan have En fylde af alt Godt! 5 Bliv med din fulde Trygge Hos os, o stærke Helt; Lad Djævlen os ei rygge, Ei Verden faa os fældt! 6 Bliv hos os alle Stunde, Min gud og Herre sød, Sand Troskab du os unde Og hjælp os af al Nød! Languages: Norwegian

Den Veg til Livet er so trong

Author: Blix Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #723 (1897) Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Den Veg til Livet er so trong, Der sjeldan Rosor anga; Men Klungrar veksa mangein Gong Og fast ved Foten hanga. Det sting og brenn, Og Blodet renn, So tidt eg saar og magtlaus stend Og kvider fyr aa ganga. 2 So utrygg tidt den Vegen er, Di lyt eg varleg fara! For Myrkheims Hovding med sin Her Han vil meg ikkje spara. Paa denne Ferd I all mi Gjerd Eg standa maa med Herrens Sverd, Det eine kann meg vara. 3 Gud sende Anden sin til Jord, Han gjeng meg trutt til Handa. Mitt Sverd det er hans dyre Ord, Ved det eg traust skal stauda, Ved det eg vinn Og Freden finn Og gjeng til Gud med Siger inn, Naar her eg ut skal anda. 4 Min Gud, du til ditt Barn meg tok Og med ditt Blod meg kjøypte Og skreiv meg inn i Livsens Bok Og i ditt Namn meg døypte. Den Barnetru Meg byggjer Bru Til HImmels upp fraa Strid og Gru, Um so meg Dauden gløypte. 5 Og um eg her vert trengd og tyngd, So styrk meg, milde Fader! Giv Hjartat Kraft og evig Yngd, So Trengsla ei meg skader! So fylg du meg Den tronge Veg, Og helst naar det til Kvelden dreg, Og Sol i Dauden glader! Languages: Nynorsk

O gracious Hand that freely gives

Author: A. T. Russell Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #422 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O gracious Hand that freely gives The fruit of earth, our toil to bless! O Love, by which the sinner lives, O let our tongue that love confess! 2 Our God for all our need provides; His sun alike o'er all doth shine; From none his glorious beams he hides; So rich, so free, His love divine. 3 Again this Love our garners fills; This love again let all adore: The cry of want His bounty stills, Who biddeth all His name implore. 4 O may our lives through grace abound, In holy fruits and Thee proclaim! Let all Thy courts with praises sound Thy gracious hand, Thy wondrous name. 5 Lord, when Thou shalt descend from heaven, Thy ransomed harvest here to reap: O in that day Thy joy be given To those who now go forth and weep. Tune Title: [O gracious Hand that freely gives]

Teach me, O teach me, Lord, Thy way

Author: James Merrick Hymnal: Church Book #468 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Teach me, O teach me, Lord, Thy way; That, to my life's remotest day, By thine unerring precepts led, My feet Thy heavenly paths may tread. 2 Informed by Thee, with sacred awe My heart shall meditate Thy law; And, with celestial wisdom filled, To Thee its full obedience yield. 3 Give me to know Thy will aright, Thy will, my glory and delight; That, raised above the world, my mind In Thee its highest good may find. 4 O turn from vanity my eye; To me Thy quickening strength supply; And with Thy promised mercy cheer A heart devoted to Thy fear. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English Tune Title: GERMANY

Searcher of hearts, before Thy face

Author: Doddridge Hymnal: Church Book #470 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Searcher of hearts, before Thy face I all my soul display, And, conscious of its innate arts, Entreat Thy strict survey. 2 If, lurking in its inmost folds, I any sin conceal, O let a ray of light divine The secret guile reveal! 3 If in these fatal fetters bound A wretched slave I lie: Smite off my chains, and wake my soul To light and liberty! 4 To humble penitence and prayer Be gentle pity given; Speak ample pardon to my heart, And seal its claim to heaven. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ETHELDREDA

Lord, if Thou Thy grace impart

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #472 (1890) Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, if Thou Thy grace impart, Poor in spirit, meek in heart, I shall as my Master be, Clothéd with humility. 2 Simple, teachable, and mild, Changed into a little child, Pleased with all the Lord provides, Weaned from all the world besides. 3 Father, fix my soul on Thee; Every evil let me flee: Nothing want beneath, above, Happy in Thy precious Love. 4 O that all may seek and find Every good in Christ combined! Him let Israel still adore, Trust Him, praise Him evermore. Scripture: Psalm 131 Languages: English Tune Title: VIENNA

Lord, for ever at Thy side

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Church Book #473 (1890) Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, for ever at Thy side Let my place and portion be! Strip me of the robe of pride, Clothe me with humility. 2 Meekly may my soul receive All Thy Spirit hath revealed. thou hast spoken;--I believe, Though the prophecy were sealed. 3 Quiet as a weanéd child, Weanéd from the mother's breast; By no subtlety beguiled, On Thy faithful Word I rest. 4 Saints, rejoicing evermore, In the Lord Jehovah trust: Him in all His ways adore, Wise, and wonderful, and just. Scripture: Psalm 131 Languages: English Tune Title: WIGAN

How beauteous are their feet

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #335 (1908) Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal. 2 How charming is their voice! How sweet their tidings are! "Zion, behold Thy Savior-King, He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears That hear this joyful sound, That kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found! 4 How blessed are our eyes That see this heavenly light; Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight! 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare His arm Through all the earth abroad: Let every nation now behold Their Savior and their God. Languages: English Tune Title: OLMUTZ

Kjæmp alvorlig nu, Guds Naade

Author: J. J. Winkler; Ukj. Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #250 (1897) Topics: Eighth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Kjæmp alvorlig nu, Guds Naade Søger at forbedre dig, At din Aand sig lader raade, Og fra Jorden letter sig! 2 Kjæmp, thi Livest Port er snæver, Og den rette Vei er smal, Lad os trænges, vi oplever Siden Himmeriges Sal! 3 Kjæmp i hellig Ivers Lue, Lad de første Kjærlighed Gjøre dig af denne Tue Som en Fugl til Flugt bered! 4 Kjæmp med Bønnens Seier-Vaaben, Og lad Himlen Dag og Nat Ingen Stilstand for din Raaben, Før du faar din Jesum fat! 5 Har du da igjennemkjæmpet Til din Perle og Klenod, Tænk ei, nu er al Ting dæmpet, Men bliv ved at holde Fod! 6 Forarbeid med Frygt og Bæven Sjælens dyre Salighed, Jevn er Verden aldrig bleven, Hav et Øie paa hvert Fjed! 7 Ingen Ting formaar at vriste Kronen af en løftet Haand, For Bestandighed maa briste Alle helvedspundne Baand. 8 Hold din Attraa aldrig aaben Efter Verdens Lyste-Krog, Hald dig Nat og Dag i Vaaben, Thi din Fiende er saa klog! 9 Hold din Vilje hart i Tømme, Giv ei Kjødet Raaderum, At ei Naadens Lys skal rømme For de onde Lysters Skum! 10 Slipper Kjødet ud af Skranker, Straks ei Sjælen vild og stolt, Hjertet mister Troens Anker Brystet bliver isekoldt. 11 Troskab, er den ellers ægte, Gjør med Synden aldrig Fred, Vil paa Adam aldrig slægte, Men ham daglig støde ned. 12 Troksab, er den ellers ægte, Holder sig i Kristi Spor, Altid færdig til at fegte Mod den Ondes Magt og Mord. 13 Troskab, er den ellers ægte, Drager si fra Verden leed, Vil sig gjerne selv fornegte, For at naa sit Himmel-Meed. 14 Agter dette, I som fegte Trænger hver Dag bedre frem Med en Troskab, som er ægte, Til det glade Himmel-Hjem! Languages: Norwegian Tune Title: [Kjæmp alvorlig nu, Guds Naade]