158. The Lord To Thee Appealeth

1 The Lord to thee appealeth
To be His servant true,
And if thou wilt He sealeth
His covenant anew.
Then do thou clasp His willing hand,
Which He to thee revealeth
From yonder, happy land.

2 His hand thy soul retrieveth
From all the pangs of death;
Its sacred blessing leaveth
With thee His life an breath;
It giveth thee communion-right,
Thro' which thy heart receiveth
A wealth of grace and light.

3 The rod and staff it wieldeth,
How comforting in need!
From perils sore it shieldeth
Thy trembling soul indeed;
At last it rends the azure sky,
The earth thy body yieldeth
To join thy soul on high.

4 The crown of life is given
To thee who faithful art,
Who earnestly hast striven
To serve with trusting heart.
God moveth thee thy voice to raise,
And sendeth thee from heaven
Sweet tunes, His name to praise.

5 With voices sweetly ringing
We therefore bless His hand,
To Christ our tribute bringing
With heaven's joyful band.
He is the victor in the strife;
His praises ever singing,
We pass thro' death to life.

Text Information
First Line: The Lord to thee appealeth
Title: The Lord To Thee Appealeth
Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig
Meter: 7, 6, 7, 6, 8, 7, 6.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1927
Topic: Confirmation
Notes: Danish first line: Han, som paa Joren bejler; Translator: P. C. Paulsen
Tune Information
Name: [The Lord to thee appealeth]
Meter: 7, 6, 7, 6, 8, 7, 6.
Key: F Major



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