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Gode Gud, se til enhver
Author: Ukj. Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #543 (1897) Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Gode Gud, se til enhver,
Som paa Sattesengen er!
Hjælp dem, Herre Jesu, sød,
Trøst dem med din dyre Død!
Du er den, som læge kan,
Hjælpe baade Kvinde, Mand
Der, hvor ingen er istand.
2 Naar du vil, at jeg skal dø
Bort fra denne Verdens Ø,
Tugt mig ikke, bær ei streng
Paa min Gott- og Sygeseng!
Tænk paa mig udi min Nød,
Og udi den haard Død,
Jeg dig beder, Jesu sød!
3 Naar saa kommen er min Stund,
Herre Jesu, gjør Miskund!
Jeg dig beder inderlig,
Du som har gjort Bøn for mig,
Hjælp mig, Jesu, at jeg maa
Ind udi dig Rige gaa,
Tage Ærens Krone paa! Languages: Norwegian
Gode Gud, se til enhver
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Church Book #29 (1890) Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin!
Let Thy Blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest!
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
6 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me live Thy people's death. Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD, 47
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
How helpless guilty nature lies
Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: Church Book #95 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.
2 Can aught, beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
’Tis Thine, Almighty Saviour, Thine
To form the heart anew.
3 ’Tis Thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall
From reason’s darkened eyes.
4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live,
A beam of heaven, a vital ray
’Tis Thine alone to give.
5 O change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine!
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord,! be Thine. Languages: English Tune Title: SALISBURY
How helpless guilty nature lies
Lord, to Thee I make confession
Author: Miss Winkworth; John Frank Hymnal: Church Book #353 (1890) Meter: 8.7.8 Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Lord, to Thee I make confession,
I have sinned and gone astray,
I have multiplied transgression,
Chosen for myself my way.
Forced at last to see my errors
Lord, I tremble at Thy terrors.
2 Yet though conscience' voice appall me,
Father, I will seek Thy face;
Though Thy child I dare not call me,
Yet receive me in Thy grace;
Do not for my sins forsake me,
Let not yet Thy wrath o'ertake me.
3 For Thy Son hath suffered for me,
And the Blood He shed for sin,
That can heal me and restore me,
Quench this burning fire within;
'Tis alone His Cross can vanquish
These dark fears and soothe this anguish.
4 Then on Him I cast my burden,
Sink it in the depths below!
Let me know Thy gracious pardon,
Wash me, make me white as snow.
Let Thy Spirit leave me never,
Make me only Thine for ever! Languages: English Tune Title: HERR ICH HABE MISSGEHANDELT
Lord, to Thee I make confession
Show pity, Lord; O Lord! forgive
Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Book #355 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 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?
2 Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pardoning Love be found.
O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean!
3 My lips with shame my sins confess
Against Thy law, against Thy grace:
Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.
4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round Thy Word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English Tune Title: BABYLON STREAMS
Show pity, Lord; O Lord! forgive
Weary of wandering from my God
Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #360 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Weary of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow me to the rod;
For Thee, not without hope, I mourn:
I have an Advocate above,
A Friend before the throne of Love.
2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek Thy face,
Open Thine arms and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.
3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O, for Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more:
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer. Languages: English Tune Title: WER NUR DEN LIEBEN GOTT LÄSZT WALTEN
Weary of wandering from my God
Jesus, my Lord, attend
Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Church Book #362 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Lord, attend
Thy fallen creature's cry;
And show Thyself the sinner's Friend,
And set me up on high:
From hell's oppressive power,
From earth and sin release;
And to Thy Father's grace restore,
And to Thy perfect peace.
2 Thy Blood and Righteousness
I make my only plea;
My present and eternal peace
Are both derive from Thee:
Rivers of life divine
From Thee, their fountain, flow;
And all who know that love of Thine,
The joy of angels know.
3 O then, impute, impart
To me Thy righteousness,
And let me taste how good Thou art,
How full of truth and grace:
That Thou canst here forgive
Grant me to testify,
And justified by faith to live,
And in that faith to die. Languages: English Tune Title: OLD 25TH PSALM
Jesus, my Lord, attend
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat
Author: John Newton Hymnal: Church Book #364 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely prest,
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my Shield and Hiding-place,
That, sheltered near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, Thou hast died.
5 O wondrous Love, to bleed and die,
To bear the Cross and shame,
That guilty sinners such as I
Might plead Thy gracious Name!
Languages: English Tune Title: REDHEAD, 29
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat
Like Noah's weary dove
Author: William Augustus Muhlenberg Hymnal: Church Book #365 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Like Noah's weary dove,
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting-place above
The cheerless waters found:
2 O cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wings to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.
3 Behold the ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
4 There safe thou shalt abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.
Languages: English Tune Title: REST
Like Noah's weary dove
Thou hidden love of God, whose height
Author: G. Tersteegen Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #476 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed no man knows,
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for Thy repose:
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest, till it find rest in Thee.
2 Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there.
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it has found repose in Thee.
3 O hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live!
My base affections crucify,
Nor let one favorite sin survive;
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire, or seek, but Thee.
4 Each moment draw from earth away
My heart that lowly waits Thy call!
Speak to my inmost soul, and say
I am thy love, thy God, thy all!
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice! Tune Title: [Thou hidden love of God, whose height]
Thou hidden love of God, whose height
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