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Dear Refuge of my weary soul

Author: Anne Steele Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 362 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, On Thee, when sorrows rise; On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. 2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone canst heal; Thy word can bring a sweet relief, For every pain I feel. 3 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace Be deaf when I complain? 4 No, still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner's prayer: O may I ever find access, To breathe my sorrows there! Used With Tune: LONDON NEW

Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst

Author: Fr. Rostgaard; Luise Henriette Appears in 4 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst, Han, min Frelser, er i Live, Derfor jeg med Fryd og Lyst Al Tid mig tilfreds vil give, Hvad endog mig Dødens Stund Gi'r for Tanker mangelund. 2 Jesus Krist, min Frelsermand, Lever vist, og jeg skal skue Ham i det forjætted' Land, Hvorfor skulde jeg da grue? Han er Hoved, jeg et Lem, Han med sig mig fører hjem. 3 Jeg til ham med Haabets Baand Uopløselig er bunden, Saa skal og minTroes Haand Fæstet i ham blive funden, Saa mig aldrig Døden kan Skille fra min Frelsermand. 4 Jeg er Kjød og ganske vist Maa til Støv og Aske vorde, Men min Frelser, Jesus Krist, Skal opvække mig af Jorde, At jeg maa i Evighed Se ham i hans Herlighed. 5 Da skal atter denne Hud Disse Lemmer omkringgive, Ja i dette Legem Gud Skal af mig tilbedet blive, Og i dette Kjød jeg skal Jesus se i Himlens Sal. 6 Disse mine Øine og Ham, min Frelser, skulle kjende, Jeg, jeg selv–forklaret dog– Af hans Kjærlighed skal brænde, Saa at ingen Deel hos mig Være skal forkrænkelig. 7 Hvad her findes sygt og svagt, Friskt og herligt der skal møde, Jordisk vorder jeg nedlagt, Himmelsk staar jeg op af Døde, Her jeg bort naturlig gaar, Der et evigt Liv jeg faar. 8 Mine Lemmer, værer fro! Kristus bærer eder alle; Skal I end i Graven bo, Han herud vil eder kalde, Naar Basunens sterke Lyd Høres til de Frommes Fryd. 9 I kan le ad Satans List Og ad Dødens Falde-Snare, Thi igjennem Luften vist I til Jesum skulle fare, Da skal sorg og Vedermod Ligge under eders Fod. 10 Kun at eders Aand sig maa Ud fra Verdens Lyster rive, Sjælens himmelske Attraa I maa eder overgive! Helliger da eder til Himlen, hvor I være vil! Used With Tune: [Jesus er mit Haab og Trøst]

Jesus! the very thought of Thee

Author: Bernard of Clairvaux; Edward Caswell Appears in 1,023 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus! the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. 2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Savior of mankind! 3 O hope of ev'ry contrite heart, O Joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek! 4 But what to those who find? ah, this Nor tongue nor pen can show. The Love of Jesus, what it is, None but His loved ones know. 5 Jesus, our only Joy be Thou! As Thou our Prize wilt be: Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, And through eternity! Used With Tune: EVAN

O mean may seem this house of clay

Author: Thomas H. Gill Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 62 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 O mean may seem this house of clay, Yet 'twas the Lord's abode; Our feet may mourn this thorny way, Yet here Emmanuel trod. 2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear; This watch the Lord did keep; These burdens sore the Lord did bear; These tears the Lord did weep! 3 This world the Master overcame; This death the Lord did die: O vanquished world! O glorious shame! O hallowed agony! 4 O vale of tears, no longer sad, Wherein the Lord did dwell! O holy robe of flesh that clad Our own Emmanuel! 5 Our very frailty brings us near Unto the Lord of heaven; To every grief, to every tear, Such glory strange is given. Used With Tune: TALLIS' ORDINAL

Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord!

Author: Thomas Raffles Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 112 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou art my Hiding-place, O Lord! On Thee I fix my trust, Encouraged by Thy holy Word, A feeble child of dust. I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea; And 'tis enough my Saviour died, My Saviour died for me. 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the veil. From strife of tongues and bitter words My spirit flies to Thee: Joy to my heart the thought affords, My Saviour died for me. 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, When mortal strength is vain, A heart with grief and anguish torn, A body racked with pain: Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, Bid every murmur flee, But this, the witness in my breast That Jesus died for me? 4 And when Thy awful voice commands This body to decay, And life, in its last lingering sands, Is ebbing fast away, Then, though it be in accents weak, And faint and tremblingly, O give me strength in death to speak, "My Saviour died for me." Used With Tune: ST. MATTHEW

Jesus Christ, my sure defence

Author: Miss Winkworth; Louisa Henrietta of Brandenburg Meter: 7.8.7 Appears in 56 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Jesus Christ, my sure defense And my Saviour, ever liveth; Knowing this, my confidence Rests upon the hope it giveth, Though the night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. 2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives! I too, life must waken: He will have me where He is; Shall my courage then be shaken? Shall I fear? Or could the Head Rise and leave its members dead? 3 Nay, too closely am I bound Unto Him by hope for ever; Faith's strong hand the Rock hath found, Grasped it, and will leave it never; Not the ban of death can part From its Lord the trusting heart. 4 What now sickens, mourns, and sighs, Christ with Him in glory bringeth: Earthly is the seed and dies, Heavenly from the grave it springeth. Natural is the death we die, Spiritual our life on high. 5 Saviour, draw away our heart Now from pleasures base and hollow, Let us there with Thee have part, Here on earth Thy foot-steps follow. Fix our hearts beyond the skies, Whither we ourselves would rise. Used With Tune: JESUS, MEINE ZUVERSICHT

In weariness and pain

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 14 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 In weariness and pain, By sins and fears opprest, I turn me to my Rest again, My soul's eternal Rest: 2 The Lamb that died for me, And still my load doth bear; To Jesus' streaming wounds I flee, And find my quiet there. 3 Jesus, was ever grief, Was ever love like Thine? Thy sorrow, Lord, is my relief, Thy life hath ransomed mine. 4 O may I rise with Thee, And soar to things above, And spend a blest eternity In praise of dying Love. Used With Tune: DENNIS

Thou very present Aid

Author: C. Wesley Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 103 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Lyrics: 1 Thou very present Aid In suffering and distress; The soul which still on Thee is stayed Is kept in perfect peace. 2 The soul by faith reclined On his Redeemer's breast, Midst raging storms exults to find An everlasting rest. 3 Sorrow and fear are gone, Whene'er Thy face appears; It still the sighing orphan's moan, And dries the widow's tears. 4 It hallows every cross; It sweetly comforts me; Makes me forget my every loss, And find my all in Thee. 5 Peace to the troubled heart, Health to the sin-sick mind; The wounded spirit's Balm Thou art, The Healer of mankind. 6 Jesus, to whom I fly, Doth all my wishes fill; In vain created streams are dry, In have the Fountain still. 7 Stript of my earthly friends, I fend them all in One; And peace, and joy that never ends, And heaven, in Christ alone. Used With Tune: HANDEL

O Jesus, du er min!

Author: Henrik Neusz; Ukjendt Appears in 7 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, du er min! Jeg vil og være din, Se, Hjerte, Sjæl og Livet Har jeg, min Gud, dig givet, O, tag da ganske mig! Gjør, hvad dig kan behage, Af mig i mine Dage, Til jeg dig bliver lig! 2 Min Attraa, Gud, du ser, At jeg nu aldrig mer Mit Kjød vil tro og høre, Og ei dets Vilje gjøre, Men at din Aand, dit Ord Mit Liv og Lys skal være, Og saa mig Stien lære Til de udvalgtes Kor. 3 O Jesus, drag du mig, At løbe efter dig, Ak lad din Haand oplette Og løfte min den trætte, Af Verden trykte Sjæl; Riv selv de Baand i Stykker, Som mig fra Himlen rykker Og gjør til Jordens Træl! 4 Thi her er ingen ro I denne Syndens Bø; Dens Rigdom snart bortrinder, Dens Herlighed forsvinder, Og glæder ei min Aand! Hvad Verden høiest skatter, Det kvæler mer og matter, End det fornøie kan. 5 Du, Jesus, er min Trøst, Mit Hjertes bedste Lyst; For Taarer, Angst og Møie, Gi'r du mig evig Nøie Og Herlighed for Brøst; Men hvo sig Verden vælger Og til dens Lyst sig sælger, Han sig bedrager vist. 6 Jeg vil, i Hjertens Tro Til dig, faa Sjæle-Ro, Og mig fra dig ei vende Indtil min sidste Ende. Men paa dig fæste mig. O Jesus, styrk mig Svage, At ingen mig bedrage Og skille maa fra dig! 7 Har jeg kun, Herre, dig, Kan intet rokke mig; Ei Jorden og dens Fagter, Ei Himlen jeg da agter, Maa jeg kun blive din; Om Liv og Sjæl forsmægte, Skal det mig ei anfægte, Naar Jesus kun er min.

Naar jeg betænker Tid og Stund

Author: Niels Pedersen Appears in 6 hymnals Topics: Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass; Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity Sunday High Mass Lyrics: 1 Naar jeg betænker Tid og Stund, Jeg skal af Verden fare, Mit Hjerte frydes mangelund Som Fugl ved Dagen klare; Det er den Dag, At al min Klag, Min Sorg og Ank faar Ende, Til Glæden sød I Abrams Skjød Gaar jeg fra al Elende. 2 Jeg veed, men Frelser Jesus Krist I Guddoms Ære lever, Han mig af Døde vækker vist, Med denne Hud omgiver, Mit Kjød og Been Skal uden Meen Som Solen skinne klare, Guds Aasyn blid Skal jeg al Tid Beskue aabenbare. 3 Itu er Ormens Hoved traadt Af Kvindens Sæd hin rene, Den grumme Død har mist' sin Brod, Den borttog Krist alene, Og Helveds Magt Er ødelagt, Den faar mig løs at lade, Traads Satan, Død Og Helveds Glød, De kan mig intet skade. 4 Eia, min Sjæl, vær frisk og bold, Glæd dig i Krist, din Herre! Thi Døden, som var Syndens Sold, Til Gode skal dig være; Straf var din før, Er nu en Dør, En Gang til Himmerige, Nu er min Død En Søvn saa sød, Al Sorg med den skal vige. 5 Sørg ikke, hvor du kommen hen, Naar du af Verden viger! Dig favner da en fuldtro Ven, Som dig vist aldrig sviger, Kristus, Guds Søn, Han gjorde Bøn, At du hos ham skal blive, I Glæden stor Han al Tid bor, Den vil han dig og give. 6 Et Sovekammer er min Grav, Mit Legem der sig hviler; Paa Dommedag staar jeg deraf, Derpaa jeg ikke tviler. Gaa ind med Gud, Og hvil dig ud, Det Onde lad omfares! Luk Døren til! Naar Gud han vil, Da skal du aabenbares. 7 Eia, saa dør jeg gladelig, Jeg frygter ingen Vaade! Mit Liv er Kristus visselig, Og Døden mig en Baade; Dør jeg end her, Jeg lever der, Mit Liv først der begynder Med Glæde stor I Englekor, Som aldrig mer forsvinder. 8 Naar du vil kalde, Herre sød, Til Rede vil jeg være, Min Sjæl med Fryd i Abrams Skjød Lad dine Engle bære! O Jesus Krist, Som Døden vist Paa Korset for mig taalte, I Dødsens Krig Stat du med mig, At jeg kan Seir beholde!