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Christians, Come, in Sweetest Measures

Author: Adam of St. Victor, d. 1172; R. Campbell, 1814-68 Hymnal: ELH1996 #411 (1996) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Person Name: Adam of St. Victor, d. 1172 Lyrics: 1 Christians, come, in sweetest measures Sing of those who spread the treasures In the holy Gospels shrined; Blessèd tidings of salvation, Peace on earth their proclamation, Love from God to lost mankind. 2 See the rivers four that gladden With their streams the better Eden, Planted by our Savior dear. Christ the Fountain, these the waters, Drink, O Zion’s sons and daughters; Drink and find salvation here. 3 Here our souls, by Jesus sated, More and more shall be translated Earth’s temptations far above; Freed from sin’s abhorred dominion, Soaring on angelic pinion, They shall reach the Source of love. 4 Then shall thanks and praise ascending For Thy mercies without ending Rise to Thee, O Savior blest. With Thy gracious aid defend us, Let Thy guiding light attend us, Bring us to Thy place of rest. Topics: Heavenly Riches; Trinity 1 Languages: English Tune Title: ALLES IST AN GOTTES SEGEN
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Lord, Hear the Voice of My Complaint

Author: J. Agricola, 1494-1566 ; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: ELH1996 #255 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.4.6.8 Person Name: J. Agricola, 1494-1566 Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, To Thee I now commend me, Let not my heart and hope grow faint, But deign Thy grace to send me. True faith from Thee, my God, I seek, The faith that loves Thee solely, Keeps me lowly, And prompt to aid the weak, And mark each word that Thou dost speak. 2 Yet more from Thee I dare to claim, Whose goodness is unbounded; Oh let me ne'er be put to shame, My hope be ne'er confounded; But e'en in death still find Thee true, And in that hour, else lonely, Trust Thee only, Not aught that I can do, For such false trust I sore should rue. 3 Oh grant that from my very heart My foes be all forgiven, Forgive my sins and heal their smart, And grant new life from heaven. Thy Word, that blessed food, bestow, Which best the soul canst nourish; Make it flourish Through all the storms of woe That else my faith might overthrow. 4 Then be the world my foe or friend, Keep me to her a stranger, Thy steadfast soldier to the end, Through pleasure and through danger. From Thee alone comes such high grace, No works of ours obtain it, Or can gain it; Our pride hath here no place, 'Tis Thy free promise we embrace. 5 Help me, for I am weak; I fight, Yet scarce can battle longer. I cling but to Thy grace and might, 'Tis Thou must make me stronger. When sore temptations are my lot, And tempests round me lower, Break their power; So, through deliv'rance wrought, I know that Thou forsak'st me not! Topics: Persistent Faith; Lent 2 Scripture: 1 Kings 18:30-39 Languages: English Tune Title: ICH RUF ZU DIR
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God, Who Madest Earth and Heaven

Author: H. Albert, 1604-52 ; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: ELH1996 #77 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7 Person Name: H. Albert, 1604-52 First Line: God who madest earth and heaven Lyrics: 1 God, who madest earth and heaven, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Who the day and night hast given, Sun and moon and starry host; Whose almighty hand sustains Earth and all that it contains: 2 God, I thank Thee, in Thy keeping Safely have I slumbered here; Thou hast guarded me while sleeping From all danger, pain, and fear; And the cunning evil foe Hath not wrought my overthrow. 3 Let the night of my transgression With night's darkness pass away. Jesus, into Thy possession I resign myself today; In Thy wounds I find relief From all sorrow, sin, and grief. 4 Help me as the morn is breaking, In the spirit to arise, So from careless sloth awaking, That, when o'er the aged skies Shall the Judgment Day appear, I may see it without fear. 5 Lead me, and forsake me never, Guide my wanderings by Thy Word; As Thou hast been, be Thou ever My Defense, my Refuge, Lord. Never safe except with Thee, Thou my faithful Guardian be. 6 O my God, I now commend me Wholly to Thy mighty hand; As the powers that Thou dost lend me Let me use at Thy command. Lord, my Shield, my Strength divine, Keep me with Thee, I am Thine. 7 From all evil one's dark power Let Thine angel guard my soul; Warning, guiding me each hour, All the devil's wiles control Till my final rest be come, And Thine angel bear me home. Languages: English Tune Title: GOTT DES HIMMELS
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Not in Anger, Mighty God

Author: J. G. Albinus, 1624-79; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: ELH1996 #454 (1996) Meter: 7.6.7.6.3.3.6.6 Person Name: J. G. Albinus, 1624-79 Lyrics: 1 Not in anger, mighty God, Not in anger smite us. We must perish if Thy rod Justly should requite us. We are naught; Sin hath brought, Lord, Thy wrath upon us. Yet have mercy on us! 2 Show me now a Father's love And His tender patience. Heal my wounded soul; remove These too sore temptations. I am weak; Father, speak Thou of peace and gladness; Comfort Thou my sadness. 3 Weary am I of my pain, Weary with my sorrow, Sighing still for help in vain, Longing for the morrow. Why wilt Thou Tarry now! Wilt Thou friendless leave me And of hope bereave me? 4 Hence ye foes, He comes in grace; God hath deigned to hear me. I may come before His face, He is inly near me. He o'erthrows All my foes, Death and hell are vanquished In whose bonds I languished. 5 Father, hymns to Thee we raise Here and once in heaven, And the Son and Spirit praise, Who our bonds have riven. Evermore We adore Thee whose love hath stirred us And whose pity heard us. Topics: Humility: Pharisee and Publican; Trinity 11 Languages: English Tune Title: STRAF MICH NICHT
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All Men Living Are But Mortal

Author: J. G. Albinus, 1625-79; C. Winkworth, 1827-78; Unknown Hymnal: ELH1996 #472 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Person Name: J. G. Albinus, 1625-79 Lyrics: 1 All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only through death's gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav'nly joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2 Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I'll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer's merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus' death my source of bliss. 3 Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain: Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth's sadness For the home of heav'nly gladness Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. 4 There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: "Holy, holy, holy, Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!" 5 Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6 O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tones victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. O the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. 7 Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine. Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away. Topics: Death and Burial; Trinity 16 Languages: English Tune Title: ALLE MENSCHEN MÜSSEN STERBEN
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The Will of God is always Best

Author: A. von Brandenburg, 1522-57 Hymnal: ELH1996 #477 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Person Name: A. von Brandenburg, 1522-57 Lyrics: 1 The will of God is always best And shall be done forever; And they who trust in Him are blest, He will forsake them never. He helps indeed In time of need, He chastens with forbearing; They who depend On God, their Friend, Shall not be left despairing. 2 God is my Comfort and my Trust, My Hope and life abiding; And to His counsel wise and just, I yield, in Him confiding. The very hairs, His Word declares, Upon my head He numbers. By night and day God is my Stay, He never sleeps nor slumbers. 3 Lord Jesus, this I ask of Thee, Deny me not this favor: When Satan sorely troubles me, Then do not let me waver. Keep watch and ward, O gracious Lord, Fulfil Thy faithful saying: Who doth believe He shall receive An answer to His praying. 4 When life's brief course on earth is run And I this world am leaving, Grant me to say: "Thy will be done," By faith to Thee still cleaving. My heav'nly Friend, I now commend My soul into Thy keeping, O'er sin and hell, And death as well, Through Thee the vict'ry reaping. Topics: Death and Burial; Trinity 16 Languages: English Tune Title: WAS MEIN GOTT WILL
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Lord of Glory, Who Hast Bought Us

Author: E. S. Alderson, 1818-89 Hymnal: ELH1996 #459 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Person Name: E. S. Alderson, 1818-89 Lyrics: 1 Lord of Glory, who hast bought us With Thy life-blood as the price, Never grudging for the lost ones That tremendous sacrifice; And with that hast freely given Blessings countless as the sand To th'unthankful and the evil With Thine own unsparing hand; 2 Grant us hearts, dear Lord, to yield Thee Gladly, freely, of Thine own. With the sunshine of Thy goodness Melt our thankless hearts of stone Till our cold and selfish natures, Warmed by Thee, at length believe That more happy and more blessed 'Tis to give than to receive. 3 Wondrous honor hast Thou given To our humblest charity In Thine own mysterious sentence, "Ye have done it unto Me." Can it be, O gracious Master, Thou dost deign for alms to sue, Saying by Thy poor and needy, "Give as I have giv'n to you"? 4 Yes, the sorrow and the suff'rings Which on ev'ry hand we see Channels are for gifts and off'rings Due by solemn right to Thee; Right of which we may not rob Thee, Debt we may not choose but pay Lest that face of love and pity Turn from us another day. 5 Lord of Glory, who hast bought us With Thy life-blood as the price, Never grudging for the lost ones That tremendous sacrifice. Give us faith to trust Thee boldly, Hope, to stay our souls on Thee; But, O best of all Thy graces, Give us Thine own charity. Topics: Charity: Good Samaritan; Trinity 13 Languages: English Tune Title: HYFRYDOL
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Once in Royal David's City

Author: C. F. Alexander1818-95 Hymnal: ELH1996 #139 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7 Person Name: C. F. Alexander1818-95 Lyrics: 1 Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle shed Where a mother laid her Baby In a manger for his bed. Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child. 2 He came down to earth from heaven, Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable, And His cradle was a stall; With the poor and mean and lowly, Lived on earth our Savior holy. 3 Jesus is our childhood's pattern; Day by day like us He grew; He was little, weak, and helpless; Tears and smiles like us He knew, And He feeleth for our sadness, And He shareth in our gladness. 4 And our eyes at last shall see Him, Through His own redeeming love; For that Child, so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heav'n above; And he leads His children on To the place where He is gone. 5 Not in that poor lowly stable With the oxen standing by We shall see Him; but in heaven, Set at God's right hand on high; Where, like stars, His children crowned, All in white shall wait around. Topics: Nativity of our Lord; Jesus, Savior of Gentiles Languages: English Tune Title: IRBY
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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: H. Alford, 1810-71 Hymnal: ELH1996 #461 (1996) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Person Name: H. Alford, 1810-71 First Line: Come, ye thankful people come Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come; Raise the song of harvest home. All be safely gathered in Ere the winter storms begin. God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied. Come to God's own temple, come; Raise the song of harvest home. 2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown. First the blade and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear. Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord, our God, shall come And shall take His harvest home, From His field shall in that day All offences purge away, Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come To Thy final harvest home; Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin, There, forever purified, In Thy garner to abide. Come with all Thine angels, come; Raise the glorious harvest home. Topics: Trinity 14 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
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Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand

Author: H. Alford, 1810-71 Hymnal: ELH1996 #557 (1996) Meter: 7.6.8.6 D Person Name: H. Alford, 1810-71 Lyrics: 1 Ten thousand times ten thousand, In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light. 'Tis finished, all is finished, Their fight with death and sin; Fling open wide the golden gates And let the victors in. 2 What rush of alleluias Fills all the earth and sky! What ringing of a thousand harps Proclaims the triumph nigh! O day, for which creation And all its tribes were made; O joy, for all its former woes A thousandfold repaid! 3 O then what raptured greetings On Canaan's happy shore; What knitting severed friendships up Where partings are no more! Then eyes with joy shall sparkle That brimmed with tears of late; Orphans no longer fatherless Nor widows desolate. 4 Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of Thine elect, Then take Thy pow'r and reign. Appear, Desire of Nations; Thine exiles long for home. Show in the heav'ns Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Savior, come! Topics: Saints and Martyrs Languages: English Tune Title: ALFORD

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