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Hvad er dog Paaske sød og blid

Hymnal: Kirkesalmebog #348 (1893) Topics: Glorification; Glorification Lyrics: 1 Hvad er dog Paaske sød og blid For dem, som kjende Naadens Tid, Og Syndens Jammer finde! I Jesu aabne Grav vi se, At alle Himle ad os le, Og Seierskranse binde. Den Dag Vor Sag Og Elende Fik en Ende, Da vor søde Jesus han stod op af Døde. 2 For vore Synder er han død, Til vor Retfærdighed han brød De sterke Dødens Porte. At han opstod, dit viser grant, At Synden ganske vist og sandt Er død og evig borte. Vor nat Er plat Overvunden Og forsvunden, Da for søde Jesus han stod op af Døde. 3 Han er opstanden, det er godt, Den grumme Død til evig Spot, So før saa mægtig bruste; Han er opstanden, det er vist, Det sorte Riges Magt og List Vor kjære Jesus knuste. Det Ord Skal hvor Jeg maa vanke, Af min Tanke Aldrg svinde: Jesus kunde dø og vinde! 4 Han er opstanden, det er stort, Og dermed er en Ende gjort Paa al min Ve og Jammer; Han er opstanden, det er nok, Min Grav, som var en Fangeblok, Er nu et Brudekammer. Al Nød, Sorg, Død Nu ei smerte Kan mit Hjerte, Gravens Hvile Synes nu ad mig at smile. 5 Nu er her Vei til Livets Land, Op alle, følger, hvad I kan, Vor Frelser og vort Hoved! Han er opstanden! dette Ord Skal raabes høit paa denne Jord; Han være evig lovet! Vær glad, Guds Stad! Alle Tunger, Raaber, sjunger Mod hinanden: Jesus er–han er opstanden! Languages: Norwegian

Hvad er dog Paaske sød og blid

Author: H. A. Brorson Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #348 (1897) Topics: Glorification; Glorification Lyrics: 1 Hvad er dog Paaske sød og blid For dem, som kjende Naadens Tid, Og Syndens Jammer finde! I Jesu aabne Grav vi se, At alle Himle ad os le, Og Seierskranse binde. Den Dag Vor Sag Og Elende Fik en Ende, Da vor søde Jesus han stod op af Døde. 2 For vore Synder er han død, Til vor Retfærdighed han brød De sterke Dødens Porte. At han opstod, dit viser grant, At Synden ganske vist og sandt Er død og evig borte. Vor nat Er plat Overvunden Og forsvunden, Da for søde Jesus han stod op af Døde. 3 Han er opstanden, det er godt, Den grumme Død til evig Spot, So før saa mægtig bruste; Han er opstanden, det er vist, Det sorte Riges Magt og List Vor kjære Jesus knuste. Det Ord Skal hvor Jeg maa vanke, Af min Tanke Aldrg svinde: Jesus kunde dø og vinde! 4 Han er opstanden, det er stort, Og dermed er en Ende gjort Paa al min Ve og Jammer; Han er opstanden, det er nok, Min Grav, som var en Fangeblok, Er nu et Brudekammer. Al Nød, Sorg, Død Nu ei smerte Kan mit Hjerte, Gravens Hvile Synes nu ad mig at smile. 5 Nu er her Vei til Livets Land, Op alle, følger, hvad I kan, Vor Frelser og vort Hoved! Han er opstanden! dette Ord Skal raabes høit paa denne Jord! Han være evig lovet! Vær glad, Guds Stad! Alle Tunger, Raaber, sjunger Mod hinanden: Jesus er–han er opstanden! Languages: Norwegian

Opstanden er den Herre Krist

Hymnal: Kirkesalmebog #349 (1893) Topics: Glorification; Glorification Lyrics: 1 Opstanden er den Herre Krist, Den Herre Krist, Her Syn for Sagn er gangen vist. Halleluja, Halleluja! 2 Som fordags leed den bitre Død, Den bitre Død, At frelse os af al vor Nød. Halleluja, Halleluja! 3 For Gravens Dør var lagt en Steen, Var lagt en Sten, Den gjør os nu slet ingen Meen. Halleluja, Halleluja! 4 Tre Kvinder gik imorges ud, Imorges ud, De kom igjen med Livsens Bud. Halleluja, Halleluja! 5 "Den Steen er tung, hvo ta'r den bort?" "Hvo ta'r den bort?" Som de saa til, saa var det gjort. Halleluja, Halleluja! 6 Guds Engel kom, og Seglet brast, Og Seglet brast, Og Vagten flygted bot med Hast. Halleluja, Halleluja! 7 Derinde nu i sorten Jord, I sorten Jord Guds Engel kvæder Livets Ord. Halleluja, Halleluja! 8 Den Herre Krist, I have kjær, I have kjær, Han er opstanden, er ei her! Halleluja, Halleluja! 9 Ser Stedet her, hvor Jesus laa! Hvor Jesus laa! Gak hen og siig hans Venner saa! Halleluja, Halleluja! 10 Al Verden rundt i hver en Vraa, I hver en Vraa, Vi ville Glædens Harper slaa. Halleluja, Halleluja! 11 Opstanden er den Herre Krist, Den Herre Krist, Og det er baade sandt og vist! Halleluja, Halleluja! 12 Som han opstod, skal vi opstaa, Skal vi opstaa, Det er fuld godt at vente paa! Halleluja, Halleluja! Languages: Norwegian

Opstanden er den Herre Krist

Author: Landstad Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #349 (1897) Topics: Glorification; Glorification Lyrics: 1 Opstanden er den Herre Krist, Den Herre Krist, Her Syn for Sagn er gangen vist. Halleluja, Halleluja! 2 Som fordags leed den bitre Død, Den bitre Død, At frelse os af al vor Nød. Halleluja, Halleluja! 3 For Gravens Dør var lagt en Steen, Var lagt en Sten, Den gjør os nu slet ingen Meen. Halleluja, Halleluja! 4 Tre Kvinder gik imorges ud, Imorges ud, De kom igjen med Livsens Bud. Halleluja, Halleluja! 5 "Den Steen er tung, hvo ta'r den bort?" "Hvo ta'r den bort?" Som de saa til, saa var det gjort. Halleluja, Halleluja! 6 Guds Engel kom, og Seglet brast, Og Seglet brast, Og Vagten flygted bot med Hast. Halleluja, Halleluja! 7 Derinde nu i sorten Jord, I sorten Jord Guds Engel kvæder Livets Ord. Halleluja, Halleluja! 8 Den Herre Krist, I have kjær, I have kjær, Han er opstanden, er ei her! Halleluja, Halleluja! 9 Ser Stedet her, hvor Jesus laa! Hvor Jesus laa! Gak hen og siig hans Venner saa! Halleluja, Halleluja! 10 Al Verden rundt i hver en Vraa, I hver en Vraa, Vi ville Glædens Harper slaa. Halleluja, Halleluja! 11 Opstanden er den Herre Krist, Den Herre Krist, Og det er baade sandt og vist! Halleluja, Halleluja! 12 Som han opstod, skal vi opstaa, Skal vi opstaa, Det er fuld godt at vente paa! Halleluja, Halleluja! Languages: Norwegian Tune Title: [Opstanden er den Herre Krist]

Psalm 45

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.100 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Glorification and condescension of Christ First Line: My Savior and my King Lyrics: My Savior and my King, Thy beauties are divine; Thy lips with blessings overflow, And every grace is thine. Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful sword, And ride in majesty to spread The conquests of thy word. Strike through thy stubborn foes, Or melt their hearts t' obey, While justice, meekness, grace, and truth, Attend thy glorious way. Thy laws, O God, are right; Thy throne shall ever stand; And thy victorious gospel proves A sceptre in thy hand. [Thy Father and thy God Hath without measure shed His Spirit, like a joyful oil, T' anoint thy sacred head.] [Behold, at thy right hand The Gentile church is seen, Like a fair bride in rich attire, And princes guard the queen.] Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy father's house; Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows. O let thy God and King Thy sweetest thoughts employ; Thy children shall his honors sing In palaces of joy. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English

Psalm 45

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.101 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Glorification and condescension of Christ First Line: I'll speak the honors of my King Lyrics: I'll speak the honors of my King, His form divinely fair; None of his sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace Upon thy lips is shed; Thy God, with blessings infinite, Hath crowned thy sacred head. Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrors shall strike through thy foes, And make the world obey. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule the saints by love. Justice and truth attend thee still, But mercy is thy choice; And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English

Psalm 45 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.102 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Glorification and condescension of Christ First Line: Now be my heart inspired to sing Lyrics: Now be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Savior King, Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair His form! how bright his beauties are! O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace; Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of thy sword, In majesty and glory ride, With truth and meekness at thy side. Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy, kind and sweet, Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; Thy laws and works are just and right, Justice and grace are thy delight. God, thine own God, has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head, And with his sacred Spirit blest His first-born Son above the rest. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English

Psalm 45 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.103 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Glorification and condescension of Christ First Line: The King of saints, how fair his face Lyrics: The King of saints, how fair his face, Adorned with majesty and grace! He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love. At his right hand our eyes behold The queen arrayed in purest gold; The world admires her heav'nly dress, Her robe of joy and righteousness. He forms her beauties like his own; He calls and seats her near his throne: Fair stranger, let thine heart forget The idols of thy native state. So shall the King the more rejoice In thee, the favorite of his choice; Let him be loved, and yet adored, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. O happy hour, when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies, And all thy sons (a numerous train) Each like a prince in glory reign! Let endless honors crown his head; Let every age his praises spread; While we with cheerful songs approve The condescensions of his love. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English

Free Salvation

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CVIII (1792) Topics: Calling and glorification First Line: Jesus is our great salvation Lyrics: 1 Jesus is our great salvation' Worthy of our best esteem! He has sav'd his favorite nation; Join to sing aloud to him: He has sav'd us, Christ alone could us redeem. 2 When involv'd in sin and ruin, And no helper there was found; Jesus our distress was viewing: Grace did more than sin abound: He has call'd us, With salvation in the sound. 3 Save us from a mere profession, Save us from hypocrisy; Give us, Lord, the sweet possession Of thy righteousness and thee: Best of favors, None compar'd with this can be. 4 Let us never, Lord, forget thee! Make us walk as pilgrims here: We will give thee all the glory, Of the love that brought us near; Bid us praise thee, And rejoice with holy fear. 5 Free election, known by calling, Is a privilege divine: Saints are kept from final falling, All the glory, Lord, be thine. All the glory, All the glory, Lord, is thine. Scripture: 2 Timothy 1:9 Languages: English

O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.VIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christ's Condescension and Glorification Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! Let glories of thy heav'nly state Let men and babes proclaim. 2 When I behold your works on high, The moon that rules the night, The shining stars that grace the sky, Those moving worlds of light. 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou should'st visit him with grace, And love my nature so? 4 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than the angels are, To save a dying worm? 5 Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore, Behold obedient nature own, His Godhead and his pow'r. 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish at his command Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 These lesser glories of the Son, Shone through the fleshy cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God. 8 Let him with majesty be crown'd, Who bow'd his head to death; And his eternal honours found, From all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English