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Jeg løfter op til Gud min Sang

Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #107 (1919) Topics: All Saints Day; All Saints Day Lyrics: 1 Jeg løfter op til Gud min Sang Endnu engang Fra disse Jordens Dale. Vor Herre Krist han henter mig Smart hjem til sig I Himlens høie Sale. Som Lynet far, Han kommer snar, Da skal hans Pris Paa anden Vis De Guds Basuner tale. 2 Naar min Forløsning stunder til, Jeg glædes vil Og løfter of mit Hoved, Da løses jeg, da gaar jeg ind Til Vennen min, Gud være evig lovet! Da reises af Den mørke Grav Det, som var saa'd Med Suk og Graad, Da er den Søvn udsovet. 3 Naar Figentræet skyder Blad, Jeg er saa glad, Da bliver her snart Sommer, Naar Himmerigets Blomster gro, Det er min Tro, Guds Rige snarlig kommer! Hans Brud jet er, Hans Ring jeg bær, Har Lampen tændt, Og Hjertet vendt Til ham, al Verdens Dommer. 4 Jeg hører hans livsalig Røst Guds Børn til Trøst Fra høien Himmel tone: Jeg kommer, se jeg kommer snart, Hold du kun hart, At ingen ta'r din Krone! Min Brud, dig glæd, Min Løn er med: Dig, som var tro, En evig Ro Og Glæde for Guds Throne! 5 I Aanden glad da Bruden from Hun siger: kom! Saa hjertelig hun frydes; Og hvo det hører siger: kom! Lad Livsens Flom Sødt over os udgydes! Hvo lider Tørst, Han komme først, Hvo vil og kan, Tag' Livsens Vand, Som uforskyldt tilbydes! 6 En Himmel ny saavelsom Jord, Det er hans Ord, Da vorder til hans Ære. Se, Guds Paulum blandt Menn'sken er, Han bor os nær, Og vi hans Folk skal være! Lad Verden saa I Stykker gaa, Guds Ord ei brast, De stande fast, Den Bro skal Bruden bære! 7 Gud skal da tørre af mit Kind Hver Taare min, Ei Død skal være mere, Ei heller Sorg, ei heller Skrig, Ei Pine slig, Som her Guds Børn maa bære; Det første fort Er veget bort, Og Glæden ny I Himlens By– Eia, hvor godt at være! 8 Da synger jeg for Thronen glad Et beder Kvad, Og løfter Palmegrene, Med hvide Klæder, som er to'd I Lammets Blod For Herrens Øine rene. Halleluja! Eia, eia, For liflig Klang! Og al min Sang Er Herren, Herren ene. 9 Amen, Vesignelse og Pris Paa alle Vis, Og Visdom, Magt og Styrke Tilhører Gud i Evighed, Som saa herned Til os i Dødens Mørke! Halleluja! Eia, eia! I Himmerig Der skal vi dig I Aand og Sandhed dyrke. Languages: Norwegian

I Love You, LORD, for You Have Heard My Voice

Author: Helen Otte, b. 1931 Hymnal: Psalms for All Seasons #116A (2012) Meter: 10.11.11.10 Topics: Church Year All Saints' Day Scripture: Psalm 116 Tune Title: GENEVAN 116

Bathed in Glorious Light

Author: John C. Ylvisaker Hymnal: Singing the New Testament #121 (2008) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.7 Topics: All Saints Day First Line: Saint Stephen was commissioned Refrain First Line: He raised his eyes to heaven Scripture: Acts 6, 7 Languages: English Tune Title: MITT HJERTE ALLTID VANKER

The Son of God Goes Forth to War

Author: Reginald Heber, 1783-1826 Hymnal: Ambassador Hymnal #165 (1994) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: All Saints Day Languages: English Tune Title: ALL SAINTS NEW

Behold a Host, Arrayed in White

Author: Hans Adolph Brorson Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #207 (1926) Topics: All Saint' Day Lyrics: 1 Behold a host, arrayed in white, Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright, With palms they stand--Who are this band Before the throne of light? Lo, these are they, of glorious fame, Who from the great affliction came, And in the flood of Jesus' blood Are cleansed from guilt and blame; Now gathered in the holy place Their voices they in worship raise, Their anthems swell where God doth dwell 'Mid angels' songs of praise. 2 Despised and scorned, they sojourned here, But now, how glorious they appear! These martyrs stand a priestly band, God's throne forever near. So oft, in troubled days gone by, In anguish they would weep and sigh; At home above, the God of Love The tears of all shall dry. They now enjoy their Sabbath rest, The paschal banquet of the blest; The Lamb, their Lord, at festal board Himself is host and guest. 3 Then hail, ye mighty legions, yea, All hail! Now safe and blest for aye; And praise the Lord, who with His Word Sustained you on the way. Ye did the joys of earth disdain, Ye toiled and sowed in tears and pain; Farewell, now bring your sheaves, and sing Salvation’s glad refrain. Swing high your palms, lift up your song, Yea, make it myriad voices strong: Eternally shall praise to Thee, God, and the Lamb, belong! Amen. Scripture: Revelation 12:10-12 Languages: English Tune Title: GREAT WHITE HOST

I Sing a Song of the Saints of God

Author: Lesbia Scott Hymnal: The New Century Hymnal #295 (1995) Meter: Irregular Topics: All Saints Day Languages: English Tune Title: GRAND ISLE

Give Thanks for Life

Author: Shirley Erena Murray Hymnal: The New Century Hymnal #297 (1995) Meter: 10.10.10 with alleluias Topics: All Saints Day First Line: Give thanks for life, the measure of our days Lyrics: 1 Give thanks for life, the measure of our days, mortal, we pass through beauty that decays, Yet sing to God our hope, our love, our praise, Alleluia, Alleluia! 2 Give thanks for those whose made their life a light caught from the Christ-flame, bursting through the night, Who touched the truth, who burned for what was right, Alleluia, Alleluia! 3 And for our own, our living and our dead, thanks for the love by which our life is fed, A love not changed by time or death or dread, Alleluia, Alleluia! 4 Give thanks for hope, that like the wheat, the grain that lies in darkness does its life retain In resurrection to grow green again, Alleluia, Alleluia! Scripture: 1 Thessalonians 5:18 Languages: English Tune Title: ROBINSON

I will bless the Lord

Author: Susan Sayers, b. 1946 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #335 (2000) Topics: Year A All Saints' Day First Line: Ev'rywhere I am Refrain First Line: I will bless the Lord at all times Scripture: Psalm 34 Languages: English Tune Title: [Ev'ry were I am]

Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The Hymnbook #427 (1955) Meter: 7.6.8.6 D Topics: All Saints' Day Lyrics: 1 Ten thousand times ten thousand In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light; 'Tis finished, all is finished, Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in. 2 What rush of alleluias Fills all the earth and sky! What ringing of a thousand harps Bespeaks the triumph nigh! O day, for which creation And all its tribes were made; O joy, for all its former woes A thousandfold repaid! 3 O then what raptured greetings On Canaan's happy shore; What meeting there of parted friends Where partings are no more! Then eyes with joy shall sparkle, That brimmed with tears of late; Orphans no longer fatherless, Nor widows desolate. 4 Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of Thine elect, Then take Thy power, and reign; Appear, Desire of nations, Thine exiles long for home; Show in the heaven Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Saviour, come. Amen. Scripture: Revelation 5:11-13 Tune Title: ALFORD

Behold a host, arrayed in white

Author: H. A. Brorson Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #492 (1913) Topics: The Church Year All Saints Day; The Church Year All Saints Day Lyrics: 1 Behold a host, arrayed in white, Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright, With palms they stand--Who are this band Before the throne of light? Lo, these are they, of glorious fame, Who from the great affliction came And in the flood of Jesus' blood Are cleansed from guilt and blame; Now gathered in the holy place Their voices they in worship raise, Their anthems swell where God doth dwell, 'Mid angels' songs of praise. 2 Despised and scorned they sojourned here, But now, how glorious they appear! Those martyrs stand, a priestly band, God's throne forever near. So oft, in troubled days gone by, In anguish they would weep and sigh; At home above the God of love For aye their tears shall dry. They now enjoy their sabbath rest, The paschal banquet of the blest; The Lamb, their Lord, at festal board Himself is host and guest. 3 Then hail! ye mighty legions, yea, All hail! Now safe and blest for aye; And praise the Lord, who with His word Sustained you on the way. Ye did the joys of earth disdain, Ye toiled and sowed in tears and pain; Farewell, now bring your sheaves and sing Salvation's glad refrain. Swing high your palms, lift up your song, Yea, make it myriad voices strong: Eternally shall praise to Thee, God, and the Lamb belong! Tune Title: [Behold a host arrayed in white]