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Stand fast, my soul, stand fast

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764 ; P. C. Paulsen Hymnal: HHD1945 #59 (1945) Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.6.5 Lyrics: Stand fast, my soul, stand fast In Christ, thy Saviour! Lose not the war at last By faint behaviour. It is of no avail That thou hast known Him If when thy foes assail, Thou shalt His banner fail, And thus disown Him. To brandish high thy sword, With calm assurance, And face the devil’s horde With brave endurance, Is meet and well begun, And merits praising. But from the strife to run, When blows thy courage stun, Is most disgracing. Let Satan rave and rage By hosts attended, The war for Christ I wage Until it’s ended. When leaning on His arm With firm reliance, I need not take alarm, To me can come no harm From Hell’s defiance. When Jesus’ love I see, It me constraineth, So that from carnal glee My soul abstaineth. When heaven to me is dear, Its joys attractive, Of hell I have no fear, For Christ, my Lord, is near, In battle active. In just a little while The strife is ended, And I from Satan’s guile For aye defended. Then I, where all is well, In heaven’s glory, Among the saints shall dwell, And with rejoicing tell Salvation’s story. Languages: English

I walk in danger everywhere

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764 ; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #61 (1945) Meter: 8.7.6.6.8.8 D Lyrics: I walk in danger everywhere, The thought must never leave me, That Satan watches to ensnare And with his guile deceive me. His cunning pitfalls may Make me an easy prey Unless I guard myself with care; I walk in danger everywhere. I walk through trials everywhere; The world no help can offer. The burdens I am called to bear I must with patience suffer; Though often I discern No place where I may turn When clouds surround me far and near; Death walks beside me everywhere. Death walks besides me everywhere; Its shadows oft appall me. I know not when the hour is here When God from earth shall call me. A moment’s failing breath, And I am cold in death, Faced with eternity fore’er; Death walks besides me everywhere. I walk ’mongst angels everywhere; They are my sure defenders; The hordes of hell in vain prepare Against such strong contenders. All doubts and fears must flee, With angels guarding me; No foe can harm me in their care; I walk ’mongst angels everywhere. I walk with Jesus everywhere; His goodness never fails me. I rest beneath His shielding care When trouble sore assails me. And by His footsteps led, My path I safely tread. Despite all ills my foes prepare: I walk with Jesus everywhere. I walk to heaven everywhere, Preparing for the morrow When God shall hear my anxious prayer And banish all my sorrow. Be quiet then, my soul, Press onward to thy goal. All carnal pleasures thou forswear, And walk to heaven everywhere. Languages: English

O Holy Ghost, my spirit

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #62 (1945) Meter: 7.6.4.4.7.6 Lyrics: O Holy Ghost, my spirit With yearning longs to see Jerusalem That precious gem, Where I shall soon inherit The home prepared for me. But O the stormy waters! How shall I find my way Mid hidden shoals, Where darkness rolls, And join thy sons and daughters Who dwell in thee for aye. Lord, strengthen my assurance Of dwelling soon with Thee, That I may brave The threatening wave With firm and calm endurance; Thyself my pilot be. Languages: English

Behold the mighty, whiterobed band

Author: Hans Adolf Brorson, 1694-1764; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #63 (1945) Lyrics: Behold the mighty, whiterobed band Like thousand snowclad mountains stand With waving palms And swelling psalms Above at God’s right hand. These are the heroes brave that came Through tribulation, war and flame And in the flood Of Jesus’ blood Were cleansed from sin and shame. Now with the ransomed, heavenly Throng They praise the Lord in every tongue, And anthems swell Where God doth dwell Amidst the angels’ song. They braved the world’s contempt and might, But see them now in glory bright With golden crowns, In priestly gowns Before the throne of light. The world oft weighed them with dismay. And tears would flow without allay, But there above The Saviour’s love Has wiped their tears away. Theirs is henceforth the Sabbath rest, The Paschal banquet of the blest, Where fountains play And Christ for aye Is host as well as guest. All hail to you, blest heroes, then! A thousand fold is now your gain That ye stood fast Unto the last And did your goal attain. Ye spurned all worldly joy and fame, And harvest now in Jesus’ name What ye have sown With tears unknown Mid angels’ glad acclaim. Lift up your voice, wave high your palm, Compass the heavens with your psalm: All glory be Eternally To God and to the Lamb. Languages: English

Splendid are the heavens high

Author: Nikola Frederik Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #65 (1945) Meter: 7.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: Splendid are the heavens high, Beautiful the radiant sky, Where the golden stars are shining, And their rays, to earth inclining, -: Beckon us to heaven above :- It was on a Christmas night, Darkness veiled the starry height; But at once the heavens hoary Beamed with radiant light and glory, -: Coming from a wondrous star :- When this star so bright and clear Should illume the midnight drear, Then, according to tradition, Should a king of matchless vision -: Unto earth from heaven descend :- Sages from the East afar When they saw this wondrous star, Went to worship and adore Him And to lay their gifts before Him -: Who was born that midnight hour :- Him they found in Bethlehem Without crown or diadem, They but saw a maiden lowly With an infant pure and holy -: Resting in her loving arms :- Guided by the star they found Him whose praise the ages sound. We have still a star to guide us Whose unsullied rays provide us -: With the light to find our Lord :- And this star so fair and bright Which will ever lead aright, Is God’s word, divine and holy, Guiding all His children lowly -: Unto Christ, our Lord and King :- Languages: English

Be welcome again, God's angels bright

Author: Nikolai Frederik Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #68 (1945) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.8 Lyrics: Be welcome again, God’s angels bright From mansions of light and glory To publish anew this wintry night The wonderful Christmas story. Ye herald to all that yearn for light New year after winter hoary. With gladness we hear your sweet refrain In praise of God’s glory solely; Ye will not this wintry night disdain To enter our dwellings lowly. And bring to each yearning heart again The joy that is pure and holy. In humble homes as in mansions rare With light in the windows glowing, We harbor the babes as sweet and fair As flowers in meadows growing. Oh, deign with these little ones to share The joy from your message flowing. Reveal the child in the manger still With angels around Him singing The song of God’s glory, peace, good-will That joy to all hearts is bringing, While far over mountain, field and hill, The bells are with gladness ringing. God’s angels with joy to earth descend When hymns to His praise are chanted; His comfort and peace our Lord will lend To all who for peace have panted; The portals of heaven open stand; The Kingdom to us is granted. Languages: English

Jesus, the name without compare

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #72 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Jesus, the name without compare; Honored on earth and in heaven, Wherein the Father’s love and care Are to His children now given. Saviour of all that saved would be, Fount of salvation full and free Is the Lord Jesus forever. Jesus, the name alone on earth For our salvation afforded. So on His cross of precious worth Is in His blood it recorded. Only in that our prayers are heard, Only in that when hearts are stirred Doth now the Spirit us comfort. Jesus, the name above the sky Wherein, when seasons are ended, Peoples shall come to God on high, And every knee shall be bended, While all the saved in sweet accord Chorus the praise of Christ, the Lord, Savior beloved by the Father. Languages: English

A babe is born in Bethlehem

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #73 (1945) Meter: 8.4.8.4.4 Lyrics: A babe is born in Bethlehem, Bethlehem, Rejoice, rejoice Jerusalem; Hallelujah, hallelujah. A lowly virgin gave Him birth, Gave Him birth, Who rules the heavens and the earth; Hallelujah, hallelujah. He in a simple manger lay, Manger lay, Whom angels praise with joy for aye; Hallelujah, hallelujah. And wise men from the East did bring, East did bring, Gold, myrrh and incense to the King; Hallelujah, hallelujah. Now all our fears have passed away, Passed away, The Savior blest was born today; Hallelujah, hallelujah. God’s blessed children we became, We became, And shall in heaven praise His name; Hallelujah, hallelujah. There like the angels we shall be, We shall be, And shall the Lord in glory see; Hallelujah, hallelujah. With gladsome praises we adore, We adore, Our Lord and Savior evermore; Hallelujah, hallelujah. Languages: English

Blessed were the eyes that truly

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #74 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Lyrics: Blessed were the eyes that truly Here on earth beheld the Lord; Happy were the ears that duly Listened to His living word. Which proclaimed the wondrous story Of God’s mercy, love and glory. Kings and prophets long with yearning Prayed to see His day appear; Angels with desire were burning To behold the golden year When God’s light and grace should quicken All that sin and death had stricken. He who, light and life revealing, By His Spirit stills our want; He, who broken hearts is healing 134 By His cup and at the font, Jesus, Fount of joy incessant, Is with light and grace now present. Eyes by sin and darkness blinded May now see His glory bright; Hearts perverse and carnal minded May obtain His Spirit’s light. When, contrite and sorely yearning, They in faith to Him are turning. Blessed are the eyes that truly Now on earth behold the Lord; Happy are the ears that duly Listen to His living word! When His words our spirits nourish Shall the kingdom in us flourish. Languages: English

Hail Thee, Savior and Atoner!

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #75 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.7 Lyrics: Hail Thee, Savior and Atoner! Though the world Thy name dishonor, Moved by love my heart proposes To adorn Thy cross with roses And to offer praise to Thee. O what moved Thee so to love us, When enthroned with God above us, That for us Thou all wouldst offer And in deep compassion suffer Even death that we might live. Love alone Thy heart was filling When to suffer Thou wert willing. Rather givest Thou than takest, Hence, O Savior, Thou forsakest All to die in sinner’s place. Ah, my heart in deep contrition Now perceives its true condition, Cold and barren like a mountain, How could I deserve the fountain Of Thy love, my Savior dear. Yet I know that from thy passion Flows a river of salvation Which can bid the mountain vanish, Which can sin and coldness banish, And restore my heart in Thee. Lord, with tears I pray Thee ever: Lead into my heart that river, Which with grace redeeming cleanses Heart and soul of all offences, Blotting out my guilt and shame. Lord, Thy life for sinners giving, Let in Thee me find my living So for Thee my heart is beating, All my thoughts in Thee are meeting, Finding there their light and joy. Though all earthly things I cherish Like the flowers may fade and perish, Thou, I know, wilt stand beside me; And from death and judgment hide me; Thou hast paid the wage of sin. Yes, my heart believes the wonder Of Thy cross, which ages ponder! Shield me, Lord, when foes assail me, Be my staff when life shall fail me; Take me to Thy Paradise. Languages: English