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My heart remains in wonder

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #39 (1945) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: My heart remains in wonder Before that lowly bed Within the stable yonder Where Christ, my Lord, was laid. My faith finds there its treasure, My soul its pure delight, Its joy beyond all measure, The Lord of Christmas night. But Oh! my heart is riven With grief and sore dismay To see the Lord of heaven Must rest on straw and hay, That He whom angels offer Their worship and acclaim From sinful man must suffer Such scorn, neglect and shame. Why should not castles royal Before Him open stand, And kings, as servants loyal, Obey His least command? Why came He not in splendor Arrayed in robes of light And called the world to render Its homage to His might? The sparrow finds a gable Where it may build its nest, The oxen know a stable For shelter, food and rest; Must then my Lord and Savior A homeless stranger be, Denied the simplest favor His lowly creatures see. O come, my Lord, I pray Thee, And be my honored guest. I will in love array Thee A home within my breast. It cannot be a stranger To Thee, who made it free. Thou shalt find there a manger Warmed by my love to Thee. Languages: English

Now found is the fairest of roses

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #42 (1945) Meter: 9.9.9.9 Lyrics: Now found is the fairest of roses, Midst briars it sweetly reposes. My Jesus, unsullied and holy, Abode among sinners most lowly. Since man his Creator deserted, And wholly His image perverted, The world like a desert was lying, And all in transgressions were dying. But God, as His promises granted, A rose in the desert hath planted, Which now with its sweetness endoweth The race that in sinfulness groweth. All people should now with sweet savor Give praise unto God for His favor; But many have ne’er comprehended The rose to the world hath descended. Ye sinners as vile in behavior As thorns in the crown of the Savior, Why are ye so prideful in spirit, Content with your self-righteous merit? O seek ye the places more lowly, And weep before Jesus, the Holy, Then come ye His likeness the nearest; The rose in the valley grows fairest. My Jesus, Thou ever remainest My wonderful rose who sustainest My heart in the fullness of pleasure; Thy sweetness alone I will treasure. The world may of all things bereave me, Its thorns may assail and aggrieve me, The foe may great anguish engender: My rose I will never surrender. Languages: English

Here come Thy little ones, O Lord

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #43 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Here come Thy little ones, O Lord, To Thee in Bethlehem adored. Enlighten now our heart and mind That we the way to Thee may find. We hasten with a song to greet And kneel before Thee at Thy feet. O blessed hour, O sacred night, When Thou wert born, our soul’s Delight! Be welcome from Thy heavenly home Unto this vale of tears and gloom, Where man to Thee no honor gave But stable, manger, cross and grave. But Jesus, oh! how can it be That but so few will think of Thee And of that tender, wondrous love Which drew Thee to us from above? O draw us little children near To Thee, our Friend and Brother dear, That each of us so heartily In faith and love may cling to Thee. Let not the world lead us astray That we our Christian faith betray, But grant that all our longings be Directed always unto Thee. Then shall the happy day once come When we shall gather in Thy home And join the angels’ joyful throng In praising Thee with triumph song. We gather now about Thee close Like leaves around the budding rose, O grant us, Savior, that we may Thus cluster round Thy throne for aye. Languages: English

Thee will I love, my strength, my Treasure, My heart in thee

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #44 (1945) Meter: 9.8.9.8.8.6 Lyrics: Thee will I love, my strength, my Treasure; My heart in Thee finds peace and joy. Thee will I love in fullest measure, And in Thy cause my life employ. Thee will I love and serve alone. Lord, take me as Thine own. Thee will I love, my Life Eternal, My Guide and Shepherd on Life’s way. Thou leadest me to pastures vernal, And to the light of endless day. Thee will I love, Whose blood was spilt To cleanse my soul from guilt. Long, long wert Thou to me a stranger, Though Thou didst love me first of all, I strayed afar in sin and danger And heeded not Thy loving call Until I found that peace of heart Thou canst alone impart. Lord, cast not out Thy child, returning A wanderer, naked and forlorn. The tempting world, I sought with yearning, 75 Had naught to give but grief and scorn. In Thee alone for all its grief My heart now finds relief. Thee will I love and worship ever, My Lord, my God and Brother dear! Must every earthly tie I sever And naught but sorrow suffer here, Thee will I love, my Lord divine; O Jesus, call me Thine. Languages: English

The narrow way is wide enough to heaven

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson , 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #45 (1945) Meter: 11.10.10.9.11 Lyrics: The narrow way is wide enough to heaven For those who walk straight-forward and with care And take each step with watchfulness and prayer. When we are by the Spirit driven, The narrow way is wide enough to heaven. The way of God is full of grace and beauty For those who unto Him in faith have turned And have His way with love and ardor learned. When we accept His call and duty, The way of God is full of grace and beauty. The yoke of God is not too hard to carry For those who love His blessed will and way And shall their carnal pride in meekness slay. When we with Him in faith will tarry, The yoke of God is not too hard to carry. O Jesus, help me Thy blest way to follow. Thou knowest best my weak and fainting heart And must not let me from Thy way depart. I shall Thy name with praises hallow, If Thou wilt help me Thy blest way to follow. Languages: English

Christians, who with sorrow

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #46 (1945) Meter: 6.6.5.6.6.5.3.4.8.6 Lyrics: Christians, who with sorrow On this Easter morrow Watch the Savior’s tomb, Banish all your sadness, On this day of gladness Joy must vanquish gloom. Christ this hour With mighty power Crushed the foe who would detain Him; Nothing could restrain Him. Rise, ye feeble-hearted, Who have pined and smarted, Vexed by sin and dread. He has burst the prison And with might arisen, Jesus, Who was dead. And His bride For whom He died, He from sin and death now raises; Hail Him then with praises. When our sins aggrieve us, Jesus will receive us, All our debt He paid. We, who were transgressors Are now blest possessors Of His grace and aid. When in death He gave His breath To the cruel foe He yielded That we should be shielded. Earth! where are thy wonders! Hell! where are thy thunders! Death, where is thy sting! Jesus rose victorious, Reigns in heaven glorious As our Lord and King. Him, the Lord, Who did accord Us so great a joy and favor, We will praise forever. Languages: English

Arise, all things that God hath made

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1765; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #47 (1945) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Arise, all things that God hath made And praise His name and glory; Great is the least His hand arrayed, And tells a wondrous story. Would all the kings of earth display Their utmost pomp and power, They could not make a leaflet stay And grow upon a flower. How could the wisdom I compass To show the grace and wonder Of but the smallest blade of grass On which the mind would ponder. What shall I say when I admire The verdant meadows blooming, And listen to the joyful choir Of birds above them zooming. What shall I say when I descry Deep in the restless ocean The myriad creatures passing by In swift and ceaseless motion. What shall I say when I behold The stars in countless numbers Display their light and charm untold While nature sweetly slumbers. What shall I say when I ascend To Him Who made creation, And see the angel host attend His throne with adoration. What shall I say—vain are my words And humble my opinion! Great is Thy wisdom, Lord of lords, Thy glory and dominion! Lift up your voice with one accord Now, every tribe and nation: Hallelujah, great is our Lord And wondrous His creation! Languages: English

Jesus, name of wondrous grace

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #48 (1945) Meter: 7.8.8.7.8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Jesus, name of wondrous grace, Fount of mercy and salvation, First fruit of the new creation, Weary sinners’ resting place, Banner of the faith victorious, Anchor of our hope and love, Guide us in Thy footsteps glorious, Bear us to Thy home above. Languages: English

O Thou blest Immanuel!

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #49 (1945) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Lyrics: O Thou blest Immanuel! What exceeding joy from heaven Hast Thou caused in me to dwell By Thy life for sinners given. Thou hast broke the bands at last Which my yearning soul held fast. In Thine arms I find relief, Soon Thy home I shall inherit, Sin and sorrow, death and grief Nevermore shall vex my spirit. For Thy word confirms the pledge Of my lasting heritage. Lord, my praise ascends to Thee For these days of joy and sorrow; They shall end in jubilee On that blest eternal morrow When the Sun of Paradise Shall for me in splendor rise. Rise in joyful faith, my soul! Banish all thy grief and sadness. Strong the stream of life shall roll Through my heart with constant gladness. Jesus, Who mine anguish bore, Be now praised for evermore. Languages: English

The faith that Christ embraces

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #56 (1945) Meter: 7.6.7.6.6.7.7.6 Lyrics: The faith that Christ embraces And purifies the hearts The faith that boldly faces The devil’s fiery darts, That faith is strong and must Withstand the world’s temptation And in all tribulation, In Christ, the Saviour, trust. The faith that knows no struggle Against the power of sin, The faith that sounds no bugle To waken, fight and win, That faith is dead and vain, Its sacred name disgracing, And impotent when facing The devil’s mighty reign. A Christian wears his armor To wage the war of faith Against the crafty charmer, His foe in life and death. With Jesus he must stand Undaunted and victorious, If he would win his glorious Reward at God’s right hand. It is a comfort pleasing In our embattled life, To feel our strength increasing In trying days of strife. And as our days shall be The Lord will help accord us And with His gifts reward us When striving faithfully. O Lord, my hope most fervent, My refuge in all woe, I will hence be Thy servant Through all my days below. Let come whatever may, I will exalt Thee ever, And ask no other favor Than live with Thee for aye. Languages: English