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O Bride of Christ, Rejoice!

Author: Johan Olof Wallin; Prof. Victor Olof Peterson Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #18 (1926) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Refrain First Line: Hosanna, praise and glory Lyrics: 1 O Bride of Christ, rejoice! Exultant raise thy voice To hail the day of glory, Foretold in sacred story. Refrain: Hosanna, praise and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 2 Let shouts of gladness rise Triumphant to the skies. Now comes the King most glorious To reign o'er all victorious. [Refrain] 3 He wears no kingly crown, Yet as a King He's known; Though not arrayed in splendor, He still makes death surrender. [Refrain] 4 Thy heart now open wide, Bid Christ with thee abide; He graciously will hear thee, And be forever near thee. [Refrain] 5 E'en babes with one accord With thee shall praise the Lord, And every gentile nation Respond with exultation. [Refrain] Amen. Topics: Church Year Advent; Advent, First Sunday; Advent, Fourth Sunday; Names and Office of Christ King; Church, the Bride of Christ; Church to receive her King Scripture: Revelation 21:2 Languages: English Tune Title: AUF MEINEN LIEBEN GOTT

O Bride of Christ, Rejoice

Author: Victor O. Petersen, 1864-1929 Hymnal: Lutheran Worship #20 (1982) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 O bride of Christ, rejoice; Exultant raise your voice. Now comes the King, who glorious Reigns over all victorious. Hosanna! Now adore him, Our king; we bow before him! 2 Let shouts of gladness rise Triumphant to the skies. The King who comes in meekness Is strong to heal our weakness. Hosanna! Now adore him, Our king; we bow before him! 3 Your heart now open wide; Bid Christ with you abide. He graciously will hear you And be forever near you. Hosanna! Now adore him, Our king; we bow before him! Topics: Advent Languages: English Tune Title: WO SOLL ICH FLIEHEN HIN

O Bride of Christ, Rejoice

Author: Victor O. Peterson Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #57 (1941) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 O bride of Christ, rejoice; Exultant raise thy voice To hail the day of glory Foretold in sacred story. Hosanna, praise and glory! Our King, we bow before Thee. 2 Let shouts of gladness rise Triumphant to the skies. Now comes the King most glorious To reign o’er all victorious. Hosanna, praise and glory! Our King, we bow before Thee. 3 He wears no kingly crown, Yet as a King is known; Tho' not arrayed in splendor, He still makes death surrender. Hosanna, praise and glory! Our King, we bow before Thee. 4 The weak and timid find How meek He is and kind; To them He gives a treasure Of bliss beyond all measure. Hosanna, praise and glory! Our King, we bow before Thee. 5 Thy heart now open wide, Bid Christ with thee abide. He graciously will hear thee And be forever near thee. Hosanna, praise and glory! Our King, we bow before Thee. 6 Then go thy Lord to meet; Strew palm-leaves at His feet; Thy garments spread before Him And honor and adore Him. Hosanna, praise and glory! Our King, we bow before Thee. 7 E’en babes with one accord With thee shall praise the Lord, And every Gentile nation Respond with exultation: Hosanna, praise and glory! Our King, we bow before Thee. Amen. Topics: The Church Year Advent Scripture: Luke 19:28-40 Languages: English Tune Title: WO SOLL ICH FLIEHEN HIN

Thanksgiving for Gracious Sunshine

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #65 (1867) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 First Line: Now gone is all the rain Lyrics: Now gone is all the rain, Rejoice my heart again, Sing after times of sadness To God thy Lord with gladness! Our God His heart hath turnèd Our pray’r He hath not spurnèd. On sea and on our land Outstretchèd was His hand, In anger us addressing; He said, “Ye’re aye transgressing, In ways of sin ye wander, Nor ever turn, nor ponder. “So shall my Heaven’s light Its countenance so bright With robe of blackness cover, With dark clouds be spread over; No longer shine in glory But shall be weeping o’er thee.” Appeas’d His wrath our sighs That to His ears did rise, For He forgetteth never His mercy that dures ever, His Spirit tow’rd us yearning, His anger ceas’d from burning. The clouds away then sped, The path the damp winds tread, From whence the rain descended, Was clos’d, the torrents ended, And from the deeps of Heaven No waters more were given. Now wearied field away Thy robe of sadness lay, Arise from out thy sadness And let us hear with gladness Thee songs of summer raising, Thy great Creator praising. The glorious sun, see there, Comes forth again so fair, With blessings earth doth cover; Now all the rains are over, Hills, valleys are receiving Its wondrous beams life-giving. The earth’s reviv’d again; What drown’d was by the rain Will once again be living And precious fruit be giving, The fields good wheat forth bringing, In meadows grass be springing. The trees so very fair Fruit-laden will stand there; From hill-sides like a river Will wine and oil flow ever; In warm and quiet weather Will bees their honey gather. Our portion He will give Who in the Heav’ns doth live. He’ll bounteously bestow it, We shall partake and know it; And what earth will supply us Will amply satisfy us. God faithful is and true, His mercy’s ever new, His anger soon is turnèd. He gives what we’ve ne’er earnèd He doth Himself discover To us, our sins looks over. O man! direct thy ways, And all thou dost, to praise Thy Master’s love and favour, So that thy heart may never His faithful heart be grieving, To Him offence be giving! Languages: English

Hail, co-essential Three

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Methodist Hymn-Book #69 (1884) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Topics: Adoration The Trinity in Unity Languages: English

Of the Last Day

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #74 (1867) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 First Line: The time is very near Lyrics: The time is very near When, Lord, Thou wilt be here The signs whereof Thou’st spoken Thine advent should betoken, We’ve seen them oft fulfilling In number beyond telling. What shall I do then, Lord? But rest upon Thy word, The promise Thou hast given That Thou wilt come from heaven, Me from the grave deliver And from all woe for ever. Ah! Jesus Christ, how fair Wilt be my portion there! The welcome Thou’lt address me, Thy glances, how they’ll bless me, When I the earth forsaking, My flight to Thee am taking. Ah! what will be the word Thou’lt speak, my Shepherd Lord! What will be then Thy greeting, Me and my brethren meeting? Thy members Thou wilt own us, And near Thyself enthrone us. And in that blessèd hour, How shall I have the pow’r Mine eyelids dry of keeping, How tears of joy from weeping Refrain, that flowing over My cheeks, like floods would cover? And what a beauteous light Will from Thy face so bright Beam on me, then in heaven, When sight of Thee is given, Thy goodness then me filling, Joy will my breast be swelling. I’ll see then and adore Thy body bruisèd sore, Whereon our faith is founded, The prints of nails that wounded Thy hands and feet be greeting, Thy gaze with rapture meeting. Thou, Lord, alone dost know The joys so pure that flow In life’s unfailing river In paradise for ever, Thou can’st portray, and show them: By faith alone I know them. What I’ve believ’d stands sure, Remaineth aye secure; My part the wealth surpasseth; The richest here amasseth; All other wealth decayeth My portion ever stayeth. My God, my fairest Part! How will my bounding heart With joy be overflowing, Praise evermore renewing, When through the door of heaven By Thee is entrance given? Thou’lt say, “Come, taste and see, Oh! child, belov’d by me, Come, taste the gifts so precious I and my Father gracious Have to bestow, come hither, In pleasure bask for ever.” Alas! thou world so poor! Of wealth, what is thy store? Mean is it to be holden, Compar’d with all the golden Crowns and thrones Jesus placeth For whom He loves and graceth. Here is the angel’s home, Bless’d spirits hither come, Here nought is heard but singing, Nought seen but joy up-springing, No cross, no death, no sorrow, No parting on the morrow. Hold! hold! my sense so weak! What dost thou think and speak, What’s fathomless, art sounding? What’s measureless, art bounding? Here must man’s wit be bending The eloquent be ending. Lord! I delight in Thee, Thou ne’er shalt go from me, Thy hand in bounty giveth More than my heart conceiveth, Or I can e’er be counting, So high Thy mercy’s mounting. How sad, O Lord, am I, Until I from on high See Thee in glory hither Come, Thine own to deliver, Wert Thou but now revealing Thyself! my wish fulfilling! The time is known to Thee; It best becometh me To be prepar’d for going, And all things so be doing, That every moment even My heart may be in Heaven. This grant, Lord, and me bless. That so Thy truth and grace May keep me ever waking, That Thy day not o’ertaking Me unawares, affright me, But may, O Lord! delight me. Languages: English

O Filial Deity

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-88 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #97 (1933) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Topics: The Lord Jesus Christ His Glory, Name, and Praise Languages: English Tune Title: ECCLES

O Bride of Christ, Rejoice

Author: V. O. Peterson, 1864-1929 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #104 (1996) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 O bride of Christ, rejoice! Exultant raise thy voice To hail the day of glory Foretold in sacerd story. Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 2 Let shouts of gladness rise Triumphant to the skies. Now comes the King most glorious To reign o'er all victorious. Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 3 He wears no kingly crown, Yet as a King He's known; Though not arrayed in splendor, He still makes death surrender. Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 4 The weak and timid find Him gentle, good, and kind; To them He gives a treasure Of bliss beyond all measure. Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 5 Thy heart now open wide, Bid Christ with thee abide; He graciously will hear thee, And be forever near thee. Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 6 Then go thy Lord to meet, Strew palm-leaves at His feet; Thy garments spread before Him And honor and adore Him. Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 7 E'en babes with one accord With thee shall praise the Lord, And ev'ry Gentile nation Respond with exultation. Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. Topics: Forerunners of Christ; Advent 3 Languages: English

Lord, who hast made me free

Hymnal: Songs of praise #109 (1931) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7

Arise, my soul, arise

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: Methodist Hymn-Book #125 (1884) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 Topics: The Lord Jesus Christ: His Person, Offices, and Work Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King Languages: English