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Christmas with gladness sounds

Author: Grundtvig; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #1 (1945) Meter: 6.3.7.3.7.6.7.6.7.7.6.6 Lyrics: Christmas with gladness sounds, Joy abounds When praising God, our Father, We gather. We were in bondage lying, But He hath heard our prayer. Our inmost need supplying, He sent the Savior here. Therefore with praises ringing, Our hearts for joy are singing: All Glory, praise and might Be God’s for Christmas night. Right in a golden year, Came He here. Throughout a world confounded Resounded The tidings fraught with gladness For every tribe of man That He hath borne our sadness And brought us joy again, That He in death descended, Like sun when day is ended, And rose on Easter morn With life and joy reborn. He hath for every grief Brought relief. Each grateful heart His praises Now raises. With angels at the manger, We sing the Savior’s birth, Who wrought release from danger And peace to man on earth, Who satisfies our yearning, And grief to joy is turning Till we with Him arise And dwell in Paradise. Languages: English

With gladness we hail the blessed day

Author: Grundtvig; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #2 (1945) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.8 Lyrics: With gladness we hail the blessed day Now out of the sea ascending, Illuming the earth upon its way And cheer to all mortals lending. God grant that His children everywhere May prove that the night is ending. How blest was that wondrous midnight hour When Jesus was born of Mary! Then dawned in the East with mighty power The day that anew shall carry The light of God’s grace to every soul That still with the Lord would tarry. Should every creature in song rejoice, And were every leaflet singing, They could not His grace and glory voice, Though earth with their praise were ringing, For henceforth now shines the Light of Life, Great joy to all mortals bringing. Like gold is the blush of morning bright, When day has from death arisen. Blest comfort too holds the peaceful night When skies in the sunset glisten. So sparkle the eyes of those whose hearts In peace for God’s summons listen. Then journey we to our fatherland, Where summer reigns bright and vernal. Where ready for us God’s mansions stand With thrones in their halls supernal. So happily there with friends of light We joy in the peace eternal. Languages: English

The gloomy night to morning yields

Author: Hans Chestensen Sthen; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #3 (1945) Meter: 8.8.8.8.10.8 Lyrics: The gloomy night to morning yields, So brightly the day is breaking; The sun ascends over hills and fields, And birds are with song awaking. Lord, lend us Thy counsel and speed our days, The light of Thy grace surround us. Our grateful thanks to God ascend, Whose mercy guarded our slumber. May ever His peace our days attend And shield us from troubles somber. Lord, lend us Thy counsel and speed our days, The light of Thy grace surround us. Redeem us, Master, from death’s strong hand, Thy grace from sin us deliver; Enlighten us till with Thine we stand, And make us Thy servants ever. Lord, lend us Thy counsel and speed our days, The light of Thy grace surround us. Then shall with praise we seek repose When day unto night hath yielded, And safe in Thine arms our eyelids close To rest by Thy mercy shielded. Lord, lend us Thy counsel and speed our days, The light of Thy grace surround us. Languages: English

O Lord, my heart is turning

Author: Hans Chrestensen Sthen; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #4 (1945) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Lyrics: O Lord, my heart is turning To Thee with ceaseless yearning And praying for Thy grace. Thou art my sole reliance Against my foes’ defiance; Be Thou my stay in every place. I offer a confession Of my severe transgression; In me is nothing good. But, Lord, Thou wilt not leave me And, like the world, deceive me; Thou hast redeemed me with Thy blood. Blest Lord of Life most holy, Thou wilt the sinner lowly Not leave in sin and death; Thine anger wilt not sever The child from Thee forever That pleads with Thee for life and breath. O Holy Spirit, guide me! With wisdom true provide me; Help me my cross to bear. Uphold me in my calling And, when the night is falling, Grant me Thy heavenly home to share. Languages: English

Lord Jesus Christ, My Savior blest

Author: Hans Chrestensen Sthen; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #5 (1945) Meter: 4.4.7.4.4.4.7 Lyrics: Lord Jesus Christ, My Savior blest, My refuge and salvation, I trust in Thee, Abide with me, Thy word shall be My shield and consolation. I will confide, Whate’er betide, In Thy compassion tender. When grief and stress My heart oppress, Thou wilt redress And constant solace render. When grief befalls And woe appalls Thy loving care enfolds me. I have no fear When Thou art near, My Savior dear; Thy saving hand upholds me. Lord, I will be Alway with Thee Wherever Thou wilt have me. Do Thou control My heart and soul And make me whole; Thy grace alone can save me. Yea, help us, Lord, With one accord To love and serve Thee solely, That henceforth we May dwell with Thee Most happily And see Thy presence holy. Languages: English

The sun arises now

Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; Paul Christian Paulsen, 1881-1948 Hymnal: HHD1945 #14 (1945) Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.6.5 Lyrics: The sun arises now In light and glory And gilds the rugged brow Of mountains hoary. Rejoice, my soul, and lift Thy voice in singing To God from earth below, Thy song with joy aglow And praises ringing. As countless as the sand And beyond measure, As wide as sea and land So is the treasure Of grace which God each day Anew bestoweth And which, like pouring rain, Into my soul again Each morning floweth. Preserve my soul today From sin and blindness; Surround me on my way With loving kindness. Embue my heart, O Lord, With joy from heaven; I then shall ask no more Than what Thou hast of yore In wisdom given. Thou knowest best my needs, My sighs Thou heedest, Thy hand Thy children leads, Thine own Thou feedest. What should I more desire, With Thee deciding The course that I must take, Than follow in the wake Where Thou art guiding. Languages: English

Vanish now all sinful dreaming

Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #15 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Vanish now all sinful dreaming, Let the joy from heaven streaming Occupy my soul and mind. Watch, my spirit, and prepare thee, Lest the cunning foe ensnare thee When repose hath made thee blind. Sleep now in God’s care appeasing. While the noise of day is ceasing, Lean upon thy Savior’s breast. He will guard thee through the somber Night and make thy final slumber Quiet, peaceful, happy, blest. Languages: English

Softly now the day is ending

Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #16 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Softly now the day is ending, Night o’er hill and vale descending, I will kneel before Thee, Lord. Unto Thee my thanks I render That Thou didst in mercy tender Life and peace to me accord. May Thy church Thy peace inherit, Guide our leaders by Thy spirit, Grant our country strength and peace. To the straying, sad and dreary, To each Christian faint or weary Grant Thou solace and surcease. Keep me, Jesus, while I slumber! From my perils without number, Shield me, Master, in Thy might, That, released from sin and sorrow, I may sing this song tomorrow: Jesus was my Sun this night. Languages: English

Vain world, fare thee well!

Author: Thomas Kingo,1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #21 (1945) Meter: 5.11.11.11.11.5 Lyrics: Vain world, fare thee well! I purpose no more in thy bondage to dwell; The burdens which thou hast enticed me to bear, I cast now aside with their troubles and care. I spurn thy allurements, which tempt and appall; ’Tis vanity all! What merit and worth Hath all that the world puts so temptingly forth! It is naught but bubbles and tinctured glass, Loud clamoring cymbals and shrill sounding brass. What are their seductions which lure and enthrall; ’Tis vanity all! O honor and gold, Vain idols which many with worship behold! False are your affluence, your pleasure and fame; Your wages are envy, deception and shame, Your garlands soon wither, your kingdom shall fall; ’Tis vanity all! O carnal desire, Thou tempting, consuming and treacherous fire, That catches like tinder and scorches like flame, Consigning the victim to sorrow and shame, Thy honeyest potion is wormwood and gall; ’Tis vanity all! Then, fare thee farewell, Vain world, with thy tempting and glamorous spell! Thy wiles shall no longer my spirit enslave, Thy splendor and joy are designed for the grave I yearn for the solace from sorrows and harm Of Abraham’s arm! There shall all my years I bloom like the lily when summer appears; There day is not ruled by the course of the sun Nor night by the silvery light of the moon; Lord Jesus shall shine as my sun every day In heaven for aye. Languages: English

Ever trouble walks beside me

Author: Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703; J. C. Aaberg Hymnal: HHD1945 #22 (1945) Meter: 8.8.7.7 Lyrics: Ever trouble walks beside me, Ever God with grace provides me, Ever have I fear and grief, Ever Jesus brings relief. Ever sin my heart accuses, Ever Jesus help induces, Ever am I weighed with care, Ever full of praise and prayer. So is joy by grief attended, Fortune with misfortune blended; Blessings mixed with grief and strife Is the measure of my life. But, O Jesus, I am crying: Help that faith, on Thee relying, Over sin and grief alway Shall prevail and gain the day. Languages: English