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Thanks to Thee, O Christ, Victorious

Author: Thomas Hansen Kingo, 1634-1703; George A. T. Rygh, 1860-1942 Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Thanks to Thee, O Christ, victorious! Lyrics: 1 Thanks to Thee, O Christ victorious! Thanks to Thee, O Lord of Life! Death hath now no power o'er us, Thou hast conquered in the strife. Thanks because Thou didst arise And hast opened paradise! None can fully sing the glory Of the resurrection story. 2 Thou hast died for my transgression, All my sins on Thee were laid; Thou hast won for me salvation, On the cross my debt was paid. From the grave I shall arise And shall meet Thee in the skies. Death itself is transitory; I shall lift my head in glory. 3 For the joy Thine advent gave me, For Thy holy, precious Word; For Thy Baptism, which doth save me, For Thy blest Communion board; For Thy death, the bitter scorn, For Thy resurrection morn, Lord, I thank Thee and extol Thee, And in heav'n I shall behold Thee. Topics: Redeemer Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:51-57 Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER

Speak, O Lord, Your Servant Listens

Author: Anna Sophia of Hesse-Darmstadt, 1638-83; George T. Rygh, 1860-1942 Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 12 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Speak, O Lord, your servant listens, Let your Word to me come near; New-born life and spirit give me, Let each promise still my fear. Death's dread pow'r, its inward strife, Wars against your Word of life; Fill me, Lord, with love's strong fervor That I cling to you forever! 2 Oh, what blessing to be near you And to listen to your voice; Let me ever love and hear you, Let your Word be now my choice! Many hardened sinners, Lord, Flee in terror at your Word, But to me, who know my burden, Show me now your Word of pardon! 3 Lord, your words are waters living, When my thirsting spirit pleads; Lord, your words are bread life-giving, On your words my spirit feeds. Lord, your words will be my light Through death's vale, its dreary night; Yes, they are my sword prevailing, And my cup of joy unfailing! 4 Precious Jesus, I entreat you, Let your words in me take root; Let this gift of heav'n enrich me So that I bring gen'rous fruit: Never take them from my heart Till I see you as your are, When in heav'nly bliss and glory I will meet you and adore you! Topics: The Word of God Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER

Dearest Jesus, Draw Thou Near Me

Author: Thomas H. Kingo; Carl K. Solberg Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1. Dearest Jesus, draw Thou near me, Let Thy Spirit dwell with mine; Open now my ear to hear Thee, Take my heart and seal it Thine; Keep me, lead me on my way, Thee to follow and obey, E’er to do Thy will and fear Thee, And rejoice to know and hear Thee. 2. Underneath Thy wings abiding, In Thy Church, O Savior dear, Let me dwell, in Thee confiding, Hold me in Thy faith and fear; Take away from me each thought That with wickedness is fraught, Tempting me to disobey Thee, Root it out, O Lord, I pray Thee. 3. Thou, earth’s greatest joy and gladness, And salvation, full and free, Let Thy presence cheer my sadness, And prepare my soul for Thee! In the hour when I depart, Touch my spirit, lips and heart, With Thy Word assure, uphold me Till the heav’nly gates enfold me. Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER

Guardian of Pure Hearts, and Hearer

Author: Johan Olof Wallin Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Guardian of pure hearts, and Hearer, Lord, of ev'ry faithful prayer, In Thy courts one day is dearer Than a thousand days elsewhere. Worn with earth's unrest, how sweet In Thy temple fair to meet! There to sing away each sorrow That from life and toil we borrow! 2 With the righteous oft it fareth Here as if his deeds were ill; Blight fair virtue's flow'rs impaireth, Weeds of vice do flourish still; Joy and fortune haste away, Friends with friends--how short their stay! Rachel still her children mourneth, And her soul from comfort turneth. 3 But when here devoutly soareth High the temple-anthem sweet, Grief grows calm, no plaint outpoureth, Hearts with holy rapture beat: Free from earthly clouds, the soul Presses toward a higher goal, Takes from hope the comfort given, Speaks e'en now the tongue of heaven. 4 O my soul, on wings ascending, Thou on Salem's mount shalt rest; There where cherub-harps are blending With the singing of the blest; Let thy note of praise and prayer To thy God precede thee there, While e'en yet a careworn mortal, Still without Thy Father's portal. 5 Christians, while on earth abiding, Let us ever praise and pray, Firmly in our God confiding, As our fathers in their day; Be the children's voices raised To the God their fathers praised. Let Thy bounty, failing never, Be on us and all forever. 6 Bless us, Father, and protect us, Be our souls' sure hiding-place, Let Thy wisdom still direct us, Light our darkness with Thy grace! Let Thy countenance on us shine, Fill us all with peace divine. Praise the Father, Son, and Spirit, Praise Him all that life inherit. Amen. Topics: Worship Prayer and Praise; Thanksgiving Scripture: Psalm 84:10 Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER, MEIN GEMÜTHE

Wherefore Dost Thou Longer Tarry?

Author: Paul Gerhardt; Catherine Winkworth Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Wherefore dost Thou longer tarry Lyrics: 1 Wherefore dost Thou longer tarry, Blessed of the Lord, afar? Would it were Thy will to enter To my heart, O Thou my Star, Thou my Jesus, Fount of power, Helper in the needful hour! Sharpest wounds my heart is feeling, Touch them, Saviour, with Thy healing! 2 For I shrink beneath the terrors Of the law’s tremendous sway; All my countless crimes and errors Stand before me night and day. Oh the heavy, fearful load Of the righteous wrath of God! Oh the awful voice of thunder Cleaving heart and soul asunder! 3 While the foe my soul is telling, There is grace no more for thee, Thou must make thy endless dwelling In the pains that torture me. Yes, and keener still thy smart, Conscience, in my anguished heart, By thy venomed tooth tormented, Long past sins are sore repented. 4 Would I then, to soothe my sorrow, And my pain awhile forget, From the world a comfort borrow, I but sink the deeper yet, She hath comforts that but grieve, Joys that stinging memories leave, Helpers that my heart are breaking, Friends that do but mock its aching. 5 All the world can give is cheating, Strengthless all, and merely nought; Have I greatness, it is fleeting; Have I riches, are they aught But a heap of glittering earth? Pleasure? Little is it worth When it brings no joy or laughter That thou wilt not rue hereafter. 6 All delight, all consolation Lies in Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, Feed my soul with Thy salvation, O Thou Bread of Life unpriced. Blessed Light, within me glow, Ere my heart breaks in its woe; Oh refresh me and uphold me, Jesu, come, let me behold Thee. 7 Joy, my soul, for He hath heard thee, He will come and enter in; Lo! He turns and draweth toward thee, Let thy welcome-song begin; Oh prepare thee for such guest, Give thee wholly to thy rest, With an opened heart adore Him, Pour thy griefs and fears before Him. 8 Thy misdeeds are thine no longer, He hath cast them in the sea, And the love of God shall conquer All the strength of sin in thee. Christ is victor in the field, Mightiest wrong to Him must yield, He with blessing will exalt thee O’er whate’er would here assault thee. 9 What would seem to hurt or shame thee Shall but work thy good at last, Since the Christ hath deigned to claim thee, And His truth stands ever fast; And if thou can but endure, There is nought so fixed and sure, As that thou shalt hymn His praises In the happy heav’nly places. Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER Text Sources: Proxis Pietatis Melica by Johann Crüger, 1647; Tr.: Lyra Germanica, second series, 1858 and Chorals Book for Engaand, 1863

In the Temple Where Our Fathers

Author: Erik Natanael Söderberg, (b. 1869) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 In the temple where our fathers Rendered praise to Thee, O Lord, Now Thy flock for worship gathers, Hung'ring for Thy precious Word, By Thy guidance and Thy grace Drawn unto this holy place Where the heav'nly bread is tendered, And true life in Christ engendered. 2 Not the peace of false assurance In Thy house, O Father, dwells; There the strength for our endurance From Thy sacred altar wells. To thy presence we draw night, Grant us power from on high; With Thy sword and helmet arm us, That no worldly foes alarm us. 3 Let Thy Church, O heavenly Father, Be to us the open way To that temple where we gather Round Thy throne some blessèd day. Gentle Shepherd, as of old, Feed us, tend us, in Thy fold, And at last Thy flock deliver, In Thy heaven to dwell forever. Amen. Topics: Worship Opening of Service; The Lord's Day; Church, General Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER, MEIN GEMÜTHE

Gracious God, Again is Ended

Author: John T. Mueller; Caspar Neumann Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Gracious God, again is ended Topics: Times and Seasons Evening Scripture: Psalm 121:1 Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER

Thou, Whose Coming Seers And Sages

Author: Karl J. Spitta; Richard Massie Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thou, whose coming seers and sages Long foretold to Israel, Hast appeared in these last ages, Jesu Christ, Emmanuel. O thou precious day of grace, Fraught with blessings to our race! None need now despair of pardon, Bowed beneath a hopeless burden. 2 Simeon longed for Thy salvation; David, wrapped with holy fire, Poured forth strains of inspiration, As he swept his royal lyre; Righteous men and gifted seers Longed for Thee in bygone years, Some in silence, some loud crying, Mingling prayers with tears and sighing. 3 God be blessèd, who hath granted In His grace to you and me, That for which so many panted— Vainly hoped to hear and see. Now God’s counsel is revealed, And the vision is unsealed; God hath heard your supplication, And is come to bring salvation. 4 Thou the Savior long expected Came to earth from His high throne, Sad He wanders and neglected, E’en received not by His own; Men permit Him to pass by Without love or sympathy; When He calls them they regard not, And sin on as though they heard not. 5 And He knocks, impelled by pity, At the house of rich and poor, Who in spite of His entreaty, Turn Him rudely from the door. They who do not see their sin Will not let the Savior in; For the whole need no physician, Satisfied with their condition. 6 Know ye Him who came to save us, By His heav’nly Father sent? All we needed freely gave us, Bare Himself our punishment. Live ye always as they ought Whom His precious blood hath bought? Are your names with those recorded Whose true love shall be rewarded? 7 Have you suffered Him to win you? Are you subject to His will? Is His kingdom formed within you? Or do you resist Him still? Whom do you ye your master call, Jesu Christ or Belial? Raise to Christ a loud hosanna! He alone is life’s true manna. 8 Joyfully we sing hosanna! Blessèd Savior, enter in; Feed us with the living manna, Cleanse our hearts from every sin. See, we open wide the door! Enter, to depart no more; Come, and let us now enthrone Thee In the hearts that long to own Thee. 9 Sin, alas! hath long compelled us Her dread bidding to obey, And, both soul and body, held us Captive with resistless sway; All our efforts have been vain To cast off her iron chain; Thou, and Thou alone, Lord Jesus, Canst from all our sins release us. 10 Take Thy kingdom, wait no longer, Since to Thee it doth belong; And He only who is stronger Can release us from the strong. Make us happy, God’s dear Son, Reap the fruit Thy love has won; Till earth’s furthest realms adore Thee, And her kings fall down before Thee. Used With Tune: WERDE MUNTER

Werde munter, mein Gemüthe

Author: Rist Appears in 86 hymnals Used With Tune: [Werde munter, mein Gemüthe]

Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather

Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: I. Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather All thy Senses from abroad, To adore thy Heav'nly Father, And the Goodness of thy God, For preserving Thee this Day, Chasing Satan's Host away, That their Malice and Delusion Cou'd not put Thee to Confusion. II. Blessed be thy gracious Favour, Father of Eternity! That thou'st helpt me in my Labour, And my great Necessity; That in all my Care and Grief Thou hast sent me sure Relief, And remov'd, on all Occasion, What might frustrate my Salvation. III. None of all the skill'd in Numbers, Nor the Sons of Eloquence Can express or count the Wonders Of thy gracious providence. O, thy Mercies are too great For us Mortals to repeat. Let us then adore in Spirit What's above our Sense and Merit. IV. Now this tiresome Day is finish'd, Gloomy Night draws on apace; Chearful Day Light is diminish'd, And the sun has hid his Face. Lord, endow me with thy Love, That the Instances I prove Of thy Care and thy Protection work in me a pure Subjection. V. Pardon, Lord, each sad Transgression, Whether open or unknown, With the Weight of whose Oppression I all Night in secret moan; So that Satan's fiery Dart Often pierces through my Heart, And disturbs the blest Intention Of thy Grace and thy Redemption. VI. Tho' I've stray'd and thee denied; As I willingly return, For his Sake who for me died, Let thy Wrath no longer burn; I confess the Guilt of Sin; But thy Grace can make me clean, Which exceeds, beyond Expression, All the Poison of Transgression. VII. Author of illumination, Light of Light, eternal Word, Soul and Body's Preservation I commit to thee, O Lord: My Redeemer, dwell in me, That I sleep and wake with Thee, And enjoy thy Consolation In the Night of Perturbation. VIII. Guard me from the Snares of Satan, And the Pow'r of Sin and Hell; Which raise Dreams I never thought on, And abominate to tell. Let me never lose the Sight Of thy good and gracious Light. Having thee, I can be quiet 'Midst the Furies-Storm and Riot. IX. When I close mine Eyes to slumber, And my Senses fall asleep, Let my Heart, awake, the Number Of thy mercies tell and keep. Fill me with thy sacred Love, That I dream of what's above, And keep close to Thee my Saviour Even in my Nights Behaviour. X. Grant, that under thy Protection, I enjoy a quiet Rest; Guard me from Night-Sin's Infection; Number me among the Blest; Soul and Body, Heart and Mind Keep from harm of ev'ry Kind Friends and Foes and each Relation Visit with thy new Creation. XI. Let no frightful Rumour wake me From within or from abroad; Let no Sickness overtake me; Lord, be thou my sure Abode. Fire and Water, pestilence, Death that's sudden off me fence, Lest I dye in my Transgression, And fall short of thy Possession. XII. Father, hear the Supplication Of thy poor unworthy Child. JESU! through thy Meditation, Make me truly reconcil'd. Holy Ghost, of equal Praise, I depend upon thy Grace. Sacred Three! be pleas'd to say then: Even so it shall be. AMEN! Topics: Evening Hymn Used With Tune: [Rouse thy self, my Soul, and gather]