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Esau

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXXVI (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: Poor Esau repented too late Lyrics: 1 Poor Esau repented too late, That once he his Birth-Right despis'd; And sold, for a Morsel of Meat, What could not too highly be priz'd: How great was his Anguish when told The Blessing he sought to obtain, Was gone with the Birth-Right he sold, And none could recall it again! 2 He stands as a Warning to all, Wherever the Gospel shall come: O hasten and yield to the Call, While yet for Repentance there's Room! Your Season will quickly be past, Then hear, and obey it to-day; Lest when you seek Mercy at last, The Saviour should frown you away. 3 What is it the World can propose? A Morsel of Meat at the best! For this are you willing to lose A share in the Joys of the Blest? Its Pleasures will speedily end, Its Favour and praise are but Breath: And what can its Profits befriend Your Soul in the Moment of Death? 4 If Jesus for these you despise, And Sin to the Saviour prefer, In vain your Entreaties and Cries, When summon'd to stand at his Bar: How will you his Presence abide? What Anguish will Torture your Heart? The Saints all enthron'd by his Side, And you be compell'd to depart! 5 Too often, Dear Saviour, have I Preferr'd some Poor Trifle to Thee; How is it thou dost not deny The Blessing and Birth-Right to me? No better than Esau I am, Tho' Pardon and Heaven be mine; To me belongs nothing but Shame, The Praise and the Glory be thine. Scripture: Genesis 24:31 Languages: English

To the Holy Ghost

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLXIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay Lyrics: 1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Tho' I have done thee such despite; Cast not a Sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting Flight. 2 Tho' I have most unfaithful been, Of all, whoe'er thy Grace receiv'd; Ten Thousand Times thy Goodness seen, Ten Thousand Times thy Goodness griev'd; 3 But O! the chief of Sinners spare, In Honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous Anger swear T' exclude me from thy People's Rest. 4 If yet thou canst my Sins forgive, Ev'n now O LORD, relieve my woes; Me to thy Rest of Love receive, And bless me with a calm Repose, 5 Ev'n now my weary soul release, And raise me by thy gracious Hand; Guide me into thy perfect Peace, And bring me to the promis'd Land. Languages: English

Still out of the deepest Abyss

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLXIV (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 Still out of the deepest Abyss Of Trouble I mournfully cry, And pine to recover my Peace, And see my Redeemer and die. I cannot, I cannot forbear These Passionate Longings for Home; O when shall my Spirit be there? O when will the Messenger come? 2 Thy Nature I long to put on, Thine Image on Earth to regain, And then in the Grave to lay down My Burden of Body and Pain; O JESUS in pity draw near, And lull me to sleep on thy Breast; Appear, to my Rescue, appear And gather me into thy Rest. 3 To take a poor Fugitive in The Arm of thy Mercy display, And give me to rest from all Sin, And bear me triumphant away: Away from a World of Distress, Away to the Mansions above, A Heaven of seeing thy Face, A Heaven of feeling thy Love. Languages: English

'Tis a Point I long to know

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXCVIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 'Tis a Point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious Thought, Do I love the Lord or no? Am I His, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless Frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his Name! 3 Could my Heart so hard remain, Pray'r a Task and Burden prove, Ev'ry Trifle give me Pain, If I knew a Saviour's Love? 4 When I turn my Eyes within, All is Dark and, Vain and Wild; Fill'd with Unbelief and Sin, Can I deem myself a Child? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do; You that Love the LORD indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you? 6 Yet I mourn, my stubborn Will, Find my Sin a Grief and Thrall, Should I grieve at what I feel, If I did not love at all? 7 Could I joy his Saints to meet, Choose the Ways I once abhorr'd, Find at Times, the promise Sweet, If I did not love the LORD? 8 LORD, decide this doubtful Case! Thou, who art the People's Sun; Since upon thy Work of Grace, If indeed it be begun. 9 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I'll pray; If I have not lov'd before, Help me to begin to Day. Languages: English

When rising from the Bed of Death

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCCXXVII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs

Hezekiah's Song; or, Sickness and Recovery

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCCXXVIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: When we are rais'd from deep Distress Lyrics: 1 When we are rais'd from deep Distress, Our God deserves a Song; We take the Pattern of our Praise From Hezekiah's Tongue. 2 The Gates of the devouring Grave Are open'd wide in vain, If he that holds the Keys of Death Commands them fast again. 3 Pains of the Flesh are wont t' Abuse Our Mind with slavish Fears: Our Days are past, and we shall lose The Remnant of our Years. 4 We chatter with a Swallow's Voice, Or like a Dove we mourn, With Bitterness instead of Joys, Afflicted and forlorn. 5 Jehovah speaks the healing Word, And no Disease withstands; Fevers and Plagues obey the Lord, And fly at his Commands. 6 If half the Strings of Life should break, He can our Frame restore; He casts our Sins behind his Back, And they are found no more. Scripture: Isaiah 38:9-22 Languages: English

Til dig alene, Herre Krist

Author: Johan Schesing; Hans Thomissøn Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #16 (1919) Topics: Confessions; Confessions; Confession Lyrics: 1 Til dig alene, Herre Krist, Staar alt mit Haab paa Jorden, Jeg ved, du er min Trøster vist, Du er min Frelser vorden. Fra Verdens første Tid ei kom Et Menneske paa Jord saa from, Der i min Nød kund' hjælpe mig, Jeg raaber til dig, Til dig mit Hjerte trøster sig. 2 Min Synd er stor og ganske svar, Deraf er Sorger mine, O Herre, gjør mig fra dem klar Alt for din Død og Pine! Og sig det til din Fader god, At du mig frelste med dit Blod Saa bliver jeg af Synden løst, Herre, vær min Trøst, Giv det, du loved' med din Røst! 3 Giv mig af din Barmhjertighed En kristen Tro til Ende, At jeg din Sødhed ret derved Maa inderligen kjende, Og over al Ting elske dig, Min Næeste ligervis som mig. Staa hos mig, naar jeg slukner hen, Din Hjælp mig send, Og Djævlens List saa fra mig vend! 4 Gud Fader Lov og Ære vær, Som os alt Godt mon give, Og Jesus Kirst, vor Broder kjær, At han hos os vil blive, Deslige ag den Helligaand, Vor Trøster og vor Hjælper sand, At Gud vi tjene vel bered, Faa Hjertens Fred Og efter Døden Salighed! Languages: Norwegian

Af Dybsens Nød jeg raabe maa

Author: Luther; Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #273 (1919) Topics: Confessions; Confessions; Confession Lyrics: 1 Af Dybsens Nød jeg raabe maa, O Herre du mig høre! Dit Naadens Øre merke paa Den Bøn, jeg frem vil føre! Om du i Naade ei ser bort Fra al den Synd, som her er gjort, Hvo kan da frelst vel blive? 2 For dig kun Naaden gjælde kan Til Synden at forlade, Min Gjerning hjælper ei et Grand, Og bøder ei den Skade; For dig er ingen funden ren, Thi frygte sig maa hver og en, Og tage Trøst af Naaden. 3 Derfor til Gud jeg holder mig I mine Synders Vaade, Mit Hjerte saare trøster sig Paa Jesu søde Naade, Som er mig i hans ord tilsagt, Det staar evindelig ved Magt; Paa Naaden, Gud, jeg bier. 4 Og varer det fra Morgenstund Alt indtil Aftens Ende, Da skal mitHjerte ingenlund Mistrøstet bort sig vende. Saa gjør Guds Folk af rette Art, Som han med Tugt har tvunget hart, De bie paa Guds Time. 5 Og om vor Synd er stor og svar, End større er Guds Naade; Den Hjælp, som han i Hænde har, Er uden Maal og Maade. Trods al den Synd og Sorg, er til, Han Hyrden er, som frelse vil, Og fri sit Folk af Nøden. Languages: Norwegian

Min kjære Ven, ak tør jeg dig

Author: Emilie Juliane; Birg. Kaas Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #637 (1919) Topics: Confessions; Confessions; Confession Lyrics: 1 Min kjære Ven, ak tør jeg dig Min Ven endnu vel kalde, Da, Jesus, jeg har dristet mig Saa tidt fra dig at falde? Saa vis mig nu din Venskabs Tro, For Sorgen giv mig Fred o Ro Og udslet Synder mine. 2 Jeg føler, hvor mit Hjerte slaar For Syndens Straf og Plager, Ja, min Samvittighed er saar; Thi Syndens Skyld mig nager, Og at jeg har dinAand forladt Og dig af Hu og Øie sat, Ja Pagten brudt og krænket. 3 Hvad dine Bud forbyde mig, Det har jeg tidt bedrevet; Hvad de befale strengelig, Det er ei efterlevet; Jeg har din Godhed, Kald og Flid, Langmodighed og Naadens Tid Ei, som jeg burde, agtet. 4 Desværre, paa den Syndevei Jeg vandred altfor længe, Og kan med mine Kræfter ei Paa Bedrings Sti indtrænge; Jeg ussel og elendig er, Vil du, min Ven, ei tale her, Veed jeg mig ei at hjælpe. 5 Jeg negter ei min Synd, men den Nu fuldt ud vil bekjende. Gjør du og som en trofast Ven, For Ret mig Naade sende! Ak, Naade, Naade giv du mig! Jeg kun om Naade beder dig, Den lad mig vederfares! 6 Du, som vil ingen Synders Død, Men vil hans Bod i Tide, Du, som for alle synders Nød Selv vilde Døden lide, Lad dog din Værdskyld og det Blod, Som du for mig paa Korset lod, Al Skyld for mig betale! Languages: Norwegian

Vi takke Gud, vor Fader

Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #55 (1919) Topics: Confessions; Confessions Lyrics: 1 Vi takke Gud, vor Fader, Som er os Arme huld, Og Synderne forlader For Jesu Kristi Skyld, Husvaler den, som sørger, Og om Guds Rige spørger I Aanden angerfuld! 2 Vi takke Guds Søn kjære, Vor Herre Jesus sød, Guds Lam, som vilde bære Vor Synd og lide Død, Som med sit Blod os løste; Krist, lad dit Ord os trøste I vore Synders Nød! 3 Vi takke Guds Aand milde, Som os har draget hid, Som udaf Naadens Kilde Os skjænker Trøsten blid! Gud hjælpe os at være Og vandre dig til Ære, Og leve evig Tid! Languages: Norwegian