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De entre todas las ciudades

Author: Marcus A.C. Prudentius; Juan Bautista Cabrera Hymnal: El Himnario #107 (1998) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Epifania; Dios Creador; God Creator; Epifania; Epiphany Scripture: Matthew 2:1-12 Languages: Spanish Tune Title: STUTTGART
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De entre todas las ciudades

Author: Marcus A.C. Prudentius; Juan Bautista Cabrera Hymnal: El Himnario Presbiteriano #107 (1999) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 De entre todas las ciudades la elegida fue Belén; pues allí nació el Mesías, santo Rey de Israel. 2 A su cuna van los sabios ricos dones a ofrecer, y le muestran su respeto, reconocimiento y fe. 3 El incienso a Dios proclama, oro representa al Rey, y la mirra indica al hombre que ha venido a padecer. 4 Oh Jesús, Dios y hermano, ¡Soberano excelso Rey! aunque pobres, nuestros dones te queremos ofrecer. Topics: Epifania; Dios Creador; Epifania Scripture: Matthew 2:1-12 Languages: Spanish Tune Title: STUTTGART
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ഈശൻ കൃപ ആഴിയേക്കാൾ

Author: Frederick W. Faber; Simon Zachariah Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14470 Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 ഈശൻ കൃപ ആഴിയേക്കാൾ വിസ്താരമായതത്രേ. തന്റെ ദയ, തന്റെ നീതി, എൻ ഇഷ്ടത്തെ കവിയും. 2 ഭൂമിയിലെ വേദനകൾ സ്വർഗ്ഗം ഏറ്റം അറിയും. ഭൂമിയിലെ വൻ തോൽവികൾ സ്വർഗ്ഗം ദയയായ് എണ്ണും. 3 വൻ പാപിയെ സ്വീകരിക്കും കൃപ നല്കി രക്ഷിക്കും. രക്ഷകനിൽ കൃപയുണ്ട് തൻ രക്തത്തിൽ സൌഖ്യവും. 4 സർവർക്കും താൻ കൃപയേകും ഇതു പുതു സാമ്രാജ്യം. പുതുസൃഷ്ടി ആനന്ദിക്കും സ്വർഗ്ഗ ഭ-വ-നത്തിങ്കൽ. 5 ദൈവ സ്നേഹം അളക്കുവാൻ മർത്യ മാനസം പോരാ. നിത്യനായോൻ തൻ ഹൃദയം അലിവേറേ ഉള്ളതു. 6 രക്ഷ ഏറെ തന്നിലുണ്ട് താൻ ചൊരിഞ്ഞ രക്തത്താൽ. സന്തോഷവും ഏറെയുണ്ട് മുറിവേറ്റ ശിരസ്സാൽ. 7 വീട്ടുവാൻ നാം ആകയില്ല യേശു തന്റെ കാരുണ്യം. തിന്മയേക്കാൾ നന്മയേറെ വീഴ്ചയേക്കാൾ വൻ കൃപ! 8 തുച്ഛമത്രേ നമ്മൾ സ്നേഹം തൻ വാക്കിനെ നമ്പുക. തൻ മാധുര്യം ആസ്വദിക്കിൽ ജീവിതം പ്രകാശിക്കും. 9 ചിതറുന്നോ മാനവരെ ഭയന്നോടും ആടേ പോൽ. അലയുന്നോ ഭോഷന്മാരെ ദൈവസ്നേഹത്തിൽ നിന്നും? 10 ദൈവ സ്നേഹം അത്യത്ഭുതം നിൻ ബുദ്ധിയെ കവിയും. താതൻ സ്നേഹം അതുല്ല്യമാം. ഗ്രഹിച്ചീടാൻ അസാധ്യം! 11 ദൈവ സ്നേഹം ചെറുതല്ല നിൻ ചിന്തയ്ക്കു അപ്രാപ്യം. തൻ ശാസന നന്മക്കത്രെ എന്നും താൻ ശിക്ഷിക്കില്ല. 12 വേറില്ലെങ്ങും നല്ലിടയൻ ശാന്തശീലൻ സ്നേഹിതൻ. വേറില്ലെങ്ങും രക്ഷിക്കുന്നോൻ കൂട്ടിച്ചേർക്കും തൻ പാദെ. Languages: Malayalam Tune Title: WELLESLEY
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Why should I deprive my neighbour

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SIV (1866) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Why should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will? Hands were made for honest labour, Not to plunder, or to steal. ’Tis a foolish self–deceiving By such tricks to hope for gain: All that’s ever got by thieving Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain. 102 Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute, To what dismal state they brought us When they stole forbidden fruit? Oft we see a young beginner Practice little pilfering ways, Till grown up a harden’d sinner, Then the gallows ends his days. Theft will not be always hidden, Though we fancy none can spy: When we take a thing forbidden, God beholds it with his eye. Guard my heart, O God of heaven, Lest I covet what’s not mine; Lest I steal what is not given, Guard my heart and hands from sin. Languages: English
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Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SVIII (1866) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings, without number, Gently falling on thy head. 112 Sleep, my babe! thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou’rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven he descended, And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest bed was hay. 113 Blessed Babe! what glorious features,— Spotless fair, divinely bright! Must he dwell with brutal creatures? How could angels bear the sight? Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford, To receive the heavenly stranger? Did they thus affront the Lord? Soft, my child! I did not chide thee, Though my song might sound too hard: ’Tis thy mother sits beside thee, And her arm shall be thy guard. 114 Yet to read the shameful story. How the Jews received their King, How they served the Lord of Glory, Makes me angry while I sing. See the kinder shepherds round him, Telling wonders from the sky! Where hey sought him, there they found him, With his Virgin–mother by. See the lovely Babe a–dressing: Lovely infant, how he smiled! When he wept, his mother’s blessing Sooth’d and hush’d the holy Child. 115 Lo, he slumbers in a manger, Where the horned oxen fed!— Peace, my darling, here’s no danger: There’s no ox a–near thy bed. ’Twas so save thee, child, from dying, Save my dear from burning flame, Bitter groans and endless crying, That thy blest Redeemer came. May’st thou live to know and fear him, Trust and love him all thy days, Then go dwell for ever near him: See his face, and sing his praise! 116 I could give thee thousand kisses! Hoping what I most desire, Not a mother’s fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire! Languages: English
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To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #D5 (1800) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, whose mercy faileth never, be praise and glory, as it was, is now, and shall be ever. Amen. Topics: Doxologies Languages: English

If We Could Be Like the Widow

Author: Mary R. Bittner Hymnal: Water from the Rock #p.13 [48] (2004) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Hunger Sharing Scripture: 1 Kings 17:8-16 Tune Title: FEED THE HUNGRY
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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Author: Robert Robinson Hymnal: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #E80 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7 First Line: Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing Lyrics: 1 Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. 2 Here I raise mine Ebenezer; Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. 3 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood. 4 Oh, to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee. 5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love, Here's my heart; oh! take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above. Topics: Opening; Prayer and Praise; Worship Languages: English Tune Title: HAR DU MOD ATT FÖLJA JESUS
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God is Love: His Mercy Brightens

Author: Sir John Bowring Hymnal: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #E81 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 God is Love: His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens: God is Wisdom, God is Love. 2 Time and change are busy ever; Man decays, and ages move: But His mercy waneth never; God is Wisdom, God is Love. 3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove; From the gloom His brightness streameth: God is Wisdom, God is Love. 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above: Everywhere His glory shineth; God is Wisdom, God is Love. Topics: Prayer and Praise Languages: English Tune Title: HAR DU MOD ATT FÖLJA JESUS
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Herrens vänner ingalunda

Hymnal: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #S79 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Herrens vänner ingalunda Mötas för den sista gång, När till afsked tårar rinna, Detta sjung i ljuflig sång! 2 Mötas vi ej mer härnere – Vansklig är ju lifvets lag – I den stora helgonskaran Samlas vi på Herrens dag. 3 Om vi än med smärta säga Kära vänner vårt farväl, Där i himlen åter klingar Hälsning ljuf mot bärgad själ. 4 Och när afskedstårar flyta, Utbrist uti stilla sång! Herrens vänner ingalunda Mötas för den sista gång. Topics: Afslutningssånger; Closing Songs Languages: Swedish Tune Title: HAR DU MOD ATT FÖLJA JESUS?

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