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Oh, Sing with Exultation

Author: Anders C. Arrebo; Carl Døving Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5347 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1. Oh, sing with exultation, Sing to the Lord, rejoice, And in His congregation Shout with triumphant voice. For, lo, at God’s right hand Is Christ in glory seated; With death and hell defeated, As Victor doth command. 2. Since Christ, our Lord, is living, We nevermore shall die; To God the glory giving, We rise to Him on high. Though chastened we may be And to our graves be taken, We unto life shall waken And live eternally. 3. Christ is the sure Foundation The builder did reject, But He for our salvation Is precious and elect And made the Corner-stone On which the Church is founded; This marvel now is sounded, The work of God alone. 4. To Thee, O Christ, be glory, Who camest in His name! Thy people sing the story Thy praises to proclaim. We thank Thee and adore, O Christ, our Lord and Savior; Thy grace and boundless favor Stand fast forevermore. Languages: English Tune Title: AUS MEINES HERZENS GRUNDE

Ye Sons of Men, Oh, Hearken

Author: Valentin Thilo Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7812 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1. Ye sons of men, oh, hearken: Your heart and mind prepare; To hail th’almighty Savior, Oh sinners, be your care. He who of grace alone Our life and light was given, The promised Lord from Heaven, Unto our world is shown. 2. Prepare the way before Him; Prepare for Him the best. Cast out whate’er offendeth This great, this heav’nly Guest. Make straight, make plain, the way: The lowly valleys raising, The heights of pride abasing, His path all even lay. 3. The humble heart and lowly God lifteth up on high; Beneath His feet in anguish The haughty soul shall lie. The heart, sincere and right, That heeds God’s invitation And makes true preparation, It is the Lord’s delight. 4. Prepare my heart, Lord Jesus, Turn not from me aside, And grant that I receive Thee This blessèd Adventide. From stall and manger low Come Thou to dwell within me; Loud praises will I sing Thee And forth Thy glory show. Languages: English Tune Title: AUS MEINES HERZENS GRUNDE

Auf, Auf Ihr Reichsgenossen

Author: Johann Rist Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13471 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal First Line: Auf, auf, ihr Reichsgenoßen Lyrics: 1 Auf, auf, ihr Reichsgenoßen, Eur König kommt heran! Empfahet unverdroßen Den großen Wundermann. Ihr Christen, geht herfür, Laßt uns vor allen Dingen Ihm Hosianna singen Mit heiliger Begier. 2 Auf, ihr betrübten Herzen, Der König ist gar nah! Hinweg, all’ Angst und Schmerzen, Der Helfer ist schon da! Seht, wie so mancher Ort Hochtröstlich ist zu nennen, Da wir ihn finden können Im Nachtmahl, Tauf’ und Wort. 3 Auf, auf, ihr Vielgeplagten, Der König ist nicht fern! Seid fröhlich, ihr Verzagten! Dort kommt der Morgenstern. Der Herr will in der Not Mit reichem Trost euch speisen; Er will euch Hilf’ erweisen, Ja dämpfen gar den Tod. 4 Nun hört, ihr frechen Sünder, Der König merket drauf, Wenn ihr verlorne Kinder Im vollen Lasterlauf Auf Arges seid bedacht, Ja thut es ohne Sorgen; Gar nichts ist ihm verborgen, Er giebt auf alles acht. 5 Seid fromm, ihr Untertanen, Der König ist gerecht, Laßt uns den Weg ihm bahnen Und machen alles schlecht. Fürwahr, er meint es gut; Drum laßet uns die Plagen, Die er uns schickt, ertragen Mit unerschrocknem Mut. 6 Und wenngleich Krieg und Flammen Uns alles rauben hin, Geduld, weil ihm zusammen Gehört doch der Gewinn. Wenngleich ein früher Tod Uns, die uns lieb, genommen, Wohlan so sind sie kommen Ins Leben aus der Not. 7 Frischauf in Gott, ihr Armen, Der König sorgt für euch! Er will durch sein Erbarmen Euch machen groß und reich. Der an ein Tier gedacht, Der wird auch euch ernähren; Was Menschen nur begehren, Das steht in seiner Macht. 8 Hat endlich uns betroffen Viel Kreuz, läßt er doch nicht Die, welch auf ihn stets hoffen Mit rechter Zuversicht. Von Gott kommt alles her, Der läßet auch im Sterben Die Seinen nicht verderben, Sein Hand ist nicht zu schwer. 9 Frisch auf, ihr Hochbetrübten, Der König kommt mit Macht, An uns, sein Herzgeliebten, Hat er schon längst gedacht. Nun wird kein Angst und Pein Noch Zorn hinfort uns schaden, Dieweil uns Gott aus Gnaden Läßt seine Kinder sein. 10 So lauft mit schnellen Schritten, Den König zu besehn, Dieweil der kommt geritten, Stark, herrlich, sanft und schön; Nun tretet all heran, Den Heiland zu begrüßen, Der alles Kreuz versüßen Und uns erlösen kann. 11 Der König will bedenken Die, so er herzlich liebt, Mit köstlichen Geschenken, Als der sich selbst uns giebt Durch seine Gnad und Wort; Ja, König, hoch erhoben, Wir alle wollen loben Dich freudig hier und dort. 12 Nun, Herr, du gibst uns reichlich, Wirst selbst doch arm und schwach; Du liebest unvergleichlich, Du jagst den Sündern nach. Drum woll’n wir insgemein Die Stimmen hoch erschwingen, Dir Hosianna singen Und ewig dankbar sein. Languages: German Tune Title: AUS MEINES HERZENS GRUNDE

My Inmost Heart Now Raises

Author: Georg Niege; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15371 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 My inmost heart now raises, In this fair morning hour, A song of thankful praises To Thine almighty power; O God, upon Thy throne, To honor and adore Thee, I bring my praise before Thee Through Christ, Thine only Son. 2 For Thou from me hast warded All perils of the night; From every harm hast guarded My soul till morning’s light; To Thee I humbly cry, O Savior, have compassion, And pardon my transgression; Have mercy, Lord most high! 3 And shield me from all evil, O gracious God, this day, From sin, and from the devil, From shame and from dismay. From fire’s consuming breath, From water’s devastation, From need and consternation, From evil sudden death. 4 Let not Thine angel leave me While here on earth I stay, Lest Satan’s arts deceive me, And lead my soul astray. Then keep Thine angel near At night and each new morrow Lest soul and body sorrow And faltering cost me dear. 5 Amen! I say, not fearing That God rejects my prayer, I doubt not He is hearing And granting me His care; And so I go my way, And do not look behind me, But ply the task assigned me, God’s help shall be my stay. Languages: English Tune Title: AUS MEINES HERZENS GRUNDE

O Jesus Christ, grow Thou in me

Author: Johann Caspar Lavater, 1741-1801; Elizabeth Lee Smith, 1817-1877 Hymnal: The Hymnary of the United Church of Canada #331 (1930) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Hymnary of the United Church of Canada Languages: English Tune Title: MORAVIA

Amidst the mighty, where is he

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R29 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 Amidst the mighty, where is he who saith, and it is done? Each varying scene of changeful life is from the Lord alone. 2 He gives in gladsome bow’rs to dwell, or clothes in sorrow’s shroud; his hand hath form'd the light, his hand hath form'd the dark’ning cloud. 3 Why should a living man complain beneath the chast’ning rod? Our sins afflict us; and the cross must bring us back to God. 4 O sons of men! with anxious care your hearts and ways explore; return from paths of vice to God: return, and sin no more! Scripture: Lamentations 3:37-40 Languages: English Tune Title: MORAVIA

Behold what witnesses unseen

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R59b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 Behold what witnesses unseen encompass us around; men, once like us, with suff'ring try'd, but now with glory crown'd. 2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspir'd, begin the Christian race, and, freed from each encumb'ring weight, their holy footsteps trace. 3 Behold a witness nobler still, who trod affliction's path, Jesus, at once the finisher and author of our faith. 4 He for the joy before him set, so gen'rous was his love, endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame, and now he reigns above. 5 If he the scorn of wicked men with patience did sustain, becomes it those for whom he dy'd to murmur or complain? 6 Have ye like him to blood, to death, the cause of truth maintain'd? and is your heav’nly Father’s voice forgotten or disdain'd? 7 My son, saith he, with patient mind endure the chast’ning rod; believe, when by afflictions try'd, that thou art lov'd by God. 8 His children thus most dear to him their heav’nly Father trains, through all the hard experience led of sorrows and of pains. 9 We know he owns us for his sons, when we correction share; nor wander as a bastard race, without our Father’s care. 10 A father’s voice with rev’rence we on earth have often heard; the Father of our spirits now demands the same regard. 11 Parents may err; but he is wise, nor lifts the rod in vain; his chast’nings serve to cure the soul by salutary pain. 12 Affliction, when it spreads around, may seem a field of woe; yet there, at last, the happy fruits of righteousness shall grow. 13 Then let our hearts no more despond, our hands be weak no more; still let us trust our Father’s love, his wisdom still adore. Scripture: Hebrews 12:1-13 Languages: English Tune Title: MORAVIA

Give ear unto my words, O Lord

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P5 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 Give ear unto my words, O Lord, my meditation weigh. 2 Hear my loud cry, my King, my God; for I to thee will pray. 3 Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice: I early will direct My prayer to thee; and, looking up, an answer will expect. 4 For thou art not a God that doth in wickedness delight; neither shall evil dwell with thee, 5 nor fools stand in thy sight. All evil-doers thou dost hate, 6 cutt’st off that liars be: the bloody and deceitful man abhorred is by thee. 7 But I into thy house will come in thine abundant grace; and I will worship in thy fear toward thy holy place. 8 Lord, lead me in thy righteousness, for foes do lie in wait: thy way, wherein I am to walk, before my face make straight. 9 For in their mouth there is no truth, their inward part is vile; their throat’s an open sepulchre, their tongue is full of guile. 10 O God, destroy them; let them be by their own counsel quelled: them for their many sins cast out, for they ‘gainst thee rebelled. 11 But let all joy that trust in thee, for aye lift up their voice, for them thou sav’st: it thee let all that love thy name rejoice. 12 For, Lord, unto the righteous man thou wilt thy blessing yield: With favour thou wilt compass him about, as with a shield. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English Tune Title: MORAVIA

That there is not a God, the fool

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P14 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 That there is not a God, the fool doth in his heart conclude: they are corrupt, their works are vile, not one of them doth good. 2 The Lord upon the sons of men from heaven did look abroad, to see if any understood, and did seek after God. 3 Corrupt they altogether are, they all aside are gone; And there is none that doeth good, yea, sure there is not one. 4 These workers of iniquity do they not know at all, that they my people eat as bread, nor on Jehovah call? 5 There feared they much; for God is with the whole race of the just. 6 You shame the counsel of the poor, because the Lord's his trust. 7 Let Israel’s help from Zion come: when back the Lord shall bring His captives, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall sing. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English Tune Title: MORAVIA

I waited for the Lord my God

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P40b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 I waited for the Lord my God, and patiently did bear; at length to me he did incline my voice and cry to hear. 2 He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, and on a rock he set my feet, establishing my way. 3 He put a new song in my mouth, our God to magnify: many shall see it, and shall fear, and on the Lord rely. 4 O blessed is the man whose trust upon the Lord relies; respecting not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies. 5 O Lord my God, full many are the wonders thou hast done; thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far above all thoughts are gone. None can them reckon unto thee; if I would them declare, if I would speak of them, they more than can be numbered are. 6 No sacrifice nor offering didst thou at all desire; mine ears thou op’st; sin-offering thou and burnt didst not require: 7 then to the Lord these were my words, I come, behold and see; within the volume of the book it written is of me; 8 To do thy will I take delight, O thou my God that art: yea, that most holy law of thine I have within my heart. 9 Within the congregation great I righteousness did preach: lo, thou dost know, O Lord, that I refrained not my speech. 10 I never did within my heart conceal thy righteousness; I thy salvation have declared, and shown thy faithfulness: thy kindness, which most loving is, concealed have not I, nor from the congregation great have hid thy verity. 11 Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me O do thou not restrain; thy loving-kindness, and thy truth, let them me still maintain. 12 For ills past reckoning compass me, and mine iniquities such hold upon me taken have, I cannot lift mine eyes. More they than hairs upon my head, thence is my heart dismayed; 13 be pleased, Lord, to rescue me; Lord, hasten to mine aid. 14 Shamed and confounded be they all that seek my soul to kill; yea, let them backward driven be and sham’d, that wish me ill. 15 For a reward of this their shame confounded let them be, who in this manner scoffing say, Aha, aha! to me. 16 Let all who seek thy face rejoice, and still be glad in thee; who thy salvation love, say still, the Lord exalted be. 17 I’m poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take; thou art my Saviour and my help; my God, no tarrying make. Scripture: Psalm 40 Languages: English Tune Title: MORAVIA