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Come, Zion, and sing to the Father above

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #89 (1945) Meter: 11.5.11.9 Lyrics: Come, Zion, and sing to the Father above; Angels join with you And thank Him for Jesus, the gifts of His love. We sing before God in the highest. Strike firmly, O Psalmist, the jubilant chord; Golden be your harp In praise of Christ Jesus, our Savior and Lord. We sing before God in the highest. Then hear we with rapture the tongues as of fire, The Spirit draws nigh, Whose counsels with comforts our spirits inspire, We sing before God in the highest. Languages: English

Fair beyond telling

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #90 (1945) Meter: 5.5.4.5.5.4.10.10 Lyrics: Fair beyond telling, Lord, is Thy dwelling, Filled with Thy peace. Oh how I languish And, in my anguish, Wait for release That I may enter Thy temple, O Lord, With Thee communing in deepest accord. With Thy compassion, Lord of Salvation, Naught can compare. Even the sparrow Safe from the arrow Rests in Thy care. And as Thou shieldest the bird in its nest, So let my heart in Thy temple find rest. Years full of splendors, Which to offenders Earth may afford, Never can measure One day of pleasure Found with Thee, Lord, When on the wings of Thy quickening word Souls are uplifted and Thou art adored. Quicken in spirit, Grow in Thy merit Shall now Thy friends. Blessings in showers Filled with Thy powers On them descends Until at home in the city of gold All shall in wonder Thy presence behold. Languages: English

Suffer and languish

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #91 (1945) Meter: 5.11.11.11.11.5 Lyrics: Suffer and languish, Tremble in anguish Must every soul that awakes to its guilt. Sternly from yonder, Sinai doth thunder: Die or achieve what no sinner fulfilled. Tremble with gladness, Smile through their sadness Shall all that rest in the arms of the Lord. Grace beyond measure, Comfort and treasure Gathers the heart from His merciful word. Bravely to suffer, Gladly to offer Praises to God ’neath the weight of our cross, This will the Spirit Help us to merit Granting a breath from God’s heaven to us. Languages: English

With her cruse of alabaster

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #92 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: With her cruse of alabaster, Filled with ointment rare and sweet, Came the woman to the Master, Knelt contritely at His feet, Feeling with unfeigned contrition How unfit was her condition To approach the Holy One. Like this woman, I contritely Often must approach the Lord, Knowing that I cannot rightly Ask a place beside His board. Sinful and devoid of merit, I can only cry in spirit: Lord, be merciful to me. Lord of Grace and Mercy, harken To my plea for grace and light. Threatening clouds and tempests darken Now my soul with gloomy night. Let, despite my guilt and error, My repenting tears still mirror Thy forgiving smile, O Lord. Languages: English

Hast to the plow thou put thy hand

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; Jens C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #93 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: Hast to the plow thou put thy hand Let not thy spirit waver, Heed not the world’s allurements grand, Nor pause for Sodom’s favor. But plow thy furrow, sow the seed, Though tares and thorns thy work impede; For they, who sow with weeping, With joy shall soon be reaping. But should at times thy courage fail— For all may fail and falter— Let not the tempting world prevail On thee thy course to alter. Each moment lost in faint retreat May bring disaster and defeat. If foes bid thee defiance, On God be thy reliance. If steadfast in the race we keep, Our course is soon completed. And death itself is but a sleep, Its dreaded might defeated. But those who conquer in the strife Obtain the victor’s crown of life And shall in constant gladness Forget these days of sadness. Languages: English

God's little child, what troubles you!

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #94 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.4 Lyrics: God’s little child, what troubles you! Think of your Heavenly Father true. He will uphold you by His hand, None can His might and grace withstand. The Lord be praised! Shelter and food and counsel tried God for His children will provide. They shall not starve, nor homeless roam, Children may claim their Father’s home. The Lord be praised! Birds with a song toward heaven soar, Neither they reap nor lay in store, But where the hoarder dies from need, Gathers the little bird a seed. The Lord be praised! Clad are the flowers in raiment fair, Wondrous to see on deserts bare. Neither they spin nor weave nor sew Yet no king could such beauty show. The Lord be praised! Flowers that bloom at break of dawn Only to die when day is gone, How can they with the child compare That shall the Father’s glory share? The Lord be praised! God’s little child, do then fore’er Cast on the Lord your every care. Trust in His love, His grace and might Then shall His peace your soul delight. The Lord be praised! God will your every need allay Even tomorrow as yesterday, And when the sun for you goes down He will your soul with glory crown. The Lord be praised! Languages: English

Love, the fount of light from heaven

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; Carl Doving Hymnal: HHD1945 #95 (1945) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Lyrics: Love, the fount of light from heaven, Is the root and source of life; Therefore God’s decrees are given With His lovingkindness rife. As our Savior blest declareth And the Spirit witness beareth, As we in God’s service prove; God is light and God is love. Love, the crown of life eternal, Love the brightness is of light; Therefore on His throne supernal Jesus sits in glory bright. He the Light and Life of heaven, Who Himself for us hath given, Still abides and reigns above In His Father’s boundless love. Love, alone the law fulfilling, Is the bond of perfectness; Love, who came, a victim willing, Wrought our peace and righteousness. Therefore love and peace in union 148 Ever work in sweet communion That through love we may abide One with Him who for us died. Languages: English

Peace to soothe our bitter woes

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; Carl Doving, 1867- Hymnal: HHD1945 #96 (1945) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: Peace to soothe our bitter woes God in Christ on us bestows; Jesus wrought our peace with God Through His holy, precious blood; Peace in Him for sinners found Is the Gospel’s joyful sound. Peace to us the church doth tell. ’Tis her welcome and farewell. Peace was our baptismal dower; Peace shall bless our dying hour. Peace be with you full and free Now and in eternity. Languages: English

The peace of God protects our hearts

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #97 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: The peace of God protects our hearts Against the tempter’s fiery darts. It is as sure when evening falls As when the golden morning calls. This peace our Savior wrought for us In agony upon the cross, And when He up to heaven soared, His peace He left us in His word. His word of peace new strength imparts Each day to faint and troubled hearts, And in His cup and at the font It stills our deepest need and want. This blessed peace our Lord will give To all who in His Spirit live. And even at their dying breath Its comfort breaks the sting of death. When Christ for us His peace hath won He asked for faith and faith alone. By faith and not by merits vain, Our hearts God’s blessed peace obtain. Peace be with you, our Savior saith In answer to the word of faith. Whoso hath faith, shall find release And dwell in God’s eternal peace. Languages: English

Like dew upon the meadow

Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #100 (1945) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.6.6 Lyrics: Like dew upon the meadow So falls the word of life On Christians in the shadow Of mortal’s final strife. The first fruit of its blessing Is balm for fears distressing, So gone is like a breath The bitterness of death. Like sun, when night is falling, Sets stilly in the west While birds are softly calling Each other from their nest, So when its brief day closes That soul in peace reposes Which knows that Christ the Lord Is with it in His word. And as we shiver slightly An early summer morn When blushing heavens brightly Announce a day new-born, So moves the soul immortal With calmness through death’s portal That through its final strife Beholds the Light of Life. Languages: English