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The abyss of many a former sin

Author: Joseph of the Studium Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #400 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Third Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 The abyss of many a former sin Encloses me, and bars me in: Like billows my transgressions roll-- Be Thou the pilot of my soul; And to salvation’s harbor bring, Thou Savior and Thou glorious King! 2 My Father’s heritage abused, Wasted by lust, by sin misused; To shame and want and misery brought, The slave to many a fruitless thought:-- I cry to Thee, who lovest men, O pity and receive again! 3 In hunger now, no more possessed Of that my portion bright and blest, The exile and the alien see, Who yet would fain return to Thee! Accept me, Lord, I seek Thy grace; And let me see a Father's face! 4 With that blest thief my prayer I make, Remember for Thy mercy’s sake! With that poor publican I cry, Be merciful, O God most high! With that lost prodigal I fain Back to my home would turn again! 5 Mourn, mourn, my soul, with earnest care, And raise to Christ the contrite prayer:— O Thou who freely wast made poor, My sorrows and my sins to cure, Me, poor of all good works, embrace, Enriching with Thy boundless grace! Tune Title: [The abyss of many a former sin]

Yea, as I live, Jehovah saith

Author: J. Heermann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #401 (1913) Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Third Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Yea, as I live, Jehovah saith, I would not have the sinner's death. Far rather 'tis My holy will, That in his course he should stand still. Repentant sinners I forgive, Then let them hear, believe, and live. 2 Think of this word, O guilty soul! Despair not: Christ can make thee whole, In Him there's pardon, peace, and grace; A sure and blessed hiding-place. The covenant, confirmed by blood, Doth stand upon the oath of God. 3 O trifle not the time away! Say not, "I'll come another day." Say not, "I'll have my soul's desire, And turn when of the world I tire." Say not, "I'll then converted be, God will be merciful to me." 4 'Tis true that God is rich in grace,-- Beholding His Anointed's face. The blood of Christ atoned for sin, He died eternal life to win; Yet God doth not vouchsafe to say That thou shalt live "another day." 5 O hasten, sinner, to be wise! Nor dare God's message to despise. He who this hour supplies thy breath, The next, may give thee o'er to death. And if thy sins are not forgiven, Thou'lt never, never enter heaven. 6 Then cry: "Lord Jesus, help Thou me, This very day I come to Thee! O give me peace, and from this hour Deliver me from Satan's power; That henceforth and eternally, Thyself my all in all may be!" Tune Title: [Yea, as I live, Jehovah saith]

Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness

Author: F.T. Palgrave Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #402 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Third Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness, From Thy gracious paths have strayed, Cold to Thee and all Thy kindness, Wilful, reckless, or afraid; Through dim clouds that gather round us Thou hast sought, and Thou hast found us. 2 Oft from Thee we veil our faces Children-like, to cheat thine eyes; Sin, and hope to hide the traces! From ourselves ourselves disguise; 'Neath the webs enwoven round us, Thy soul-piercing glance has found us. 3 Sudden, 'midst our idle hours, O'er our sin thy thunders roll, Death his signal waves before us, Night and terror take the soul; Till through double darkness round us, Looks a star,--and Tho hast found us. 4 O most Merciful, most Holy, Light Thy wanderers on their way; Keep us ever thine, thine wholly, Suffer us no more to stray! Cloud and storm oft gather round us; We were lost, but Thou hast found us. Tune Title: [Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness]

Wilt Thou not, my Shepherd true

Author: J. Scheffler Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #403 (1913) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Topics: The Church Year Third Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Third Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Wilt Thou not, my Shepherd true, Spare Thy sheep, in mercy spare me? Wilt Thou not, as shepherds do, In Thine arms rejoicing bear me; Bear me where all troubles cease, Home to folds of joy and peace? 2 With thy flock I long to be, With the flock to whom 'tis given Safe to feed, and, praising Thee, Roam the happy plains of heaven: Free from fear of sinful stain, They can never stray again. 3 Lord! I here am sore beset, Fears at every step confound me; Lo! my foes have spread their net, And with craft and might surround me; Such their snares on every side, Safe Thy sheep can ne'er abide. 4 See, on earth's wide desert way How my truant steps mislead me; Bring me back, no more to stray, In Thine own green pastures feed me. Gather me within the fold, Where Thy lambs Thy light behold. Tune Title: [Wilt thou not, my Shepherd true]

Father, who on man dost shower

Author: Percy Dearmer Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #500 (1913) Meter: 8.8.8.7 Topics: The Church Year Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Father, who on man dost shower Gifts of plenty from Thy dower, To Thy people give the power All Thy gifts to use aright. 2 Give pure happiness in leisure, Temperance in every pleasure, Holy use of earthly treasure, Bodies clear and spirits bright. 3 Lift from this and every nation All that brings us degradation; Quell the forces of temptation; Put Thine enemies to flight. 4 Be with us, Thy strength supplying, That with energy undying, Every foe of man defying, We may rally to the fight. 5 Thou who art our captain ever Lead us on to great endeavor; May Thy Church the world deliver, Give us wisdom, courage, might. 6 Father, who hast sought and found us. Son of God, whose love hath bound us, Holy Ghost, within us, round us, Hear us, Godhead infinite. Tune Title: [Father, who on man dost shower]

O for a closer walk with God

Author: W. Cowper Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #501 (1913) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Church Year Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Twenty-third 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! Tune Title: [O for a closer walk with God]

Nu Kristi Blod, Retfærdighed

Author: Nikol. Zinzendorf; Nils Holm Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #650 (1919) Topics: Twenty third Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 Nu Kristi Blod, Retfærdighed, Er Alt, hvad jeg vil smukkes med; Dermed jeg kan for Gud bestaa, Naar jeg i Himlen skal indgaa. 2 Min Frelser mig af Døden drog, Thi al min Synd han paa sig tog; Han siger selv: Hov tro paa mig, Den skal ei dø evindelig. 3 Jeg tror at Jesus ved sit Blod Har gjort for alle Synder bod, At dette Blod evindelig Skal gjelde og skal frelse mig. 4 Den Haandskrift, som mig var imod, Udslettet er ved Kristi Blod; Jeg tror, at jesus den borttog Og trofast den til Korset slog. 5 Thi skal det Blod, han har udøst, Forblive her mit Hjertes Trøst; I Livet og i Dødens Nød Min Tro er sat til Jesu Død. 6 Jeg Arme var i Syndens Magt, Men Kristus sønderrev den Pagt; Han drog mig ud af Fiendens Vold, Da han betalte Syndens Sold. 7 Til Syndens Lyst jeg sige vil: Vig bort! jeg hører Kristus til, Jeg skylder ei at lyde dig, Thi Kristus har mig kjøbt til sig. 8 Dog, om min Troskab blev saa stor, At jeg i Gjerning, Hu og Ord Ved Kristi Kraft fra Synd blev fri, Jeg havde dog ei ros deri. 9 Nei, kun at Kristus for mig led, Mig hjælpe kan til Salighed; Nei, hverken lidet eller stort Det hjælpe kan, hvad jeg har gjort. 10 Thi skal man skrive paa min Grav, At kristi Død mig Livet gav, At for hans blod jeg haabed paa Hos Herren hist et Sted at faa. Languages: Norwegian

Give me, O Lord, a spirit lowly

Author: Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #327a (1908) Topics: Third Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Give me, O Lord, a spirit lowly, That seeks to praise Thy name alone; Let faith make all my conduct holy, And love in all my life be shown: Tame Thou whate'er in me is wild, And own me always as Thy child. 2 Let me not aim beyond my measure, But in my place be still content; To do Thy will be all my pleasure, For this let all my life be spent; And if my duties lowly be, Let this suffice,--they honor Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: ELLIS

Give me, O Lord, a spirit lowly

Author: Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #327b (1908) Topics: Third Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Give me, O Lord, a spirit lowly, That seeks to praise Thy name alone; Let faith make all my conduct holy, And love in all my life be shown: Tame Thou whate'er in me is wild, And own me always as Thy child. 2 Let me not aim beyond my measure, But in my place be still content; To do Thy will be all my pleasure, For this let all my life be spent; And if my duties lowly be, Let this suffice,--they honor Thee! Languages: English Tune Title: RUDOLSTADT (Wer weiss wie nahe mir mein Ende)

Herren han er min Hyrde god

Author: A. K. Arrebo Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #374 (1897) Topics: Third Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Herren han er min Hyrde god, Min Vægter go min Nærer, Thi falder alting mig til Fod, Alt Godt han mig beskjærer: Mig sjal ei fattes Sjælens Mad, Og hvad der gjør mig Hjerte glad; Vel mig vor saadan Herre! 2 Som Hyrden driver sine Faar Paa deilig Græsgang grønne, Og fører dem til rindend' Aa'r, Og til Vandstrømme skjønne, Saa gjør min Hyrde, Jesus Krist, Han føder Sjæl og Legem vist, Hver faar sin Mad og Drikke. 3 Om jeg faar Lyst til syndig Ting, Min Sjæl skal han omvende, Og føre mig derfra omkring, Selv tage mig ved Hænde, Og lede mig saa tryg og fri Ved Ordet paa Retvisheds Sti For sit Navns Skyld og Ære. 4 Hvi skulde jeg da frygte mig, Mens du gaar mig til Haande, Og leder mig saa tryggelig Alt med dit Ord og Aande? Traads Modgang og al Verdens Nød, Traads Helved og den evig' Død, Din Kjep og Stav mig trøster. 5 Du er min Vært, jeg er din Gjest, Din Dug du for mig breder, Og mætter mig med Føden bedst, Og intet Ondt tilsteder; Du sparer ingen Salve god, Fra Hoved flyder den til fod, Mit Bæger og gaar over. 6 Jeg skal saa nyde mangeleed Din Godhed her i Live, Og din den store Miskundhed Hos mig skal stedse blive, Derpaa skal jeg evindelig Bo i dit Hus og Himmerig, Ei Ende faa de Dage! Languages: Norwegian