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Salmo 42–Como el ciervo ansioso brama

Author: Théodore de Bèze; M. Gutiérrez Marín; F.J. Pagura Hymnal: El Himnario #420 (1998) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 First Line: Como el ciervo ansioso brama Topics: Salmos; Trust; Cuaresma; Lent; Salmos; Psalms; Confianza Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: Spanish Tune Title: PSALM 42

Salmo 42–Como el ciervo ansioso brama

Author: Théodore de Bèze; M. Gutiérrez Marín; F.J. Pagura Hymnal: El Himnario Presbiteriano #420 (1999) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 First Line: Como el ciervo ansioso brama Topics: Salmos; Cuaresma; Salmos; Confianza Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: Spanish Tune Title: PSALM 42

Dagar komma, dagar flykta

Author: J. Svedberg; J. O. Wallin Hymnal: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #S73 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Dagar komma, dager flykta; Håll dig vid Guds ord och säg: Det är mina fötters lykta Och ett ljus på all min väg. Haf din lust i detta ord, Som af ålder på vår jord Mänskors tröst och frid beredde Och till himmelen dem ledde. 2 Kristne, medan vi här vandra, Låtoms oss på fädrens vis Fromma bedja med hvarandra, Glada sjunga Herrens pris! Barnenes liksom fädrens ljud Stige upp till samme Gud Att hans godhet nederkalla Öfver oss och öfver alla. 3 Herre, signe du och råde Och bevare nu oss väl! Herre, ditt ansikt' i nåde Lyse alltid för vår själ! Herre Gud, dig till os vänd Och din frid oss alla sänd! O, Gud Fader, son och Ande, Dig ske pris i allo lande! Topics: Ordet och Gudstjänsten; The Word and the Worship Languages: Swedish Tune Title: WERDE MUNTER, MEIN GEMÜTE

Gud, i mina unga dagar

Hymnal: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #S76 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Gud, i mina unga dagar Lär mig alltid tjäna dig, Att jag gör, hvad dig behagar, städse går på lifvets stig! Lär mig bygga all min ro På din nåd och Kristi tro, Så att, hvad mig än må hända, Intet kan mig från dig vända! 2 O, hur kan jag nånsin löna Moders kärlek, faders vård, All den huldhet, jag fått röna I min lugna barndoms gård! Men dock mycket mera än, Fader uti himmelen, Mig du älskat, mig du hägnat Och med dina gåfvor fägnat. 3 Därför jag, o Gud, dig beder: Lär mig först att älska dig! Gif och nåd, att jag bereder Fröjd åt dem, som vårdat mig, At föräldrar, lära re! Värdes ock mig krafter ge Att i handling tack hembära At min barndoms kyrka kära! 4 Fåglaran med glädje sjunga I den klara, mogonväkt; Liljorna på marken gunga, Lifvade af vårens fläkt. Låt ock mig till ditt behag Ägna dig min lefnadsdag! Skänk den sanna lefnadsfröjden, Helga den med ljus från höjden! 5 Som det gröna träd i skogen Växer friskt i sommarregn, Låt mig växa, ren och trogen, I ditt hulda fadershägn! Vänd allt orent bort från mig, Låt mig hafva rot i dig Och mig hålla vid det ena, Dig att älska, frukta, tjäna! Languages: Swedish Tune Title: FREU DICH SEHR, O MEINE SEELE

Gute Nacht

Hymnal: Church Hymnal, Mennonite #A18 (1927) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 First Line: Gute Nacht, ihr meine Lieben Topics: Sterb- und Begräbniβlieder Scripture: Psalm 4:9 Languages: German Tune Title: [Gute Nacht, ihr meine Lieben]

Tack, o Gud, att i din kyrka

Hymnal: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #S72 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Tack, o Gud, att i din kyrka, Våra fäders tempelgärd, Du beskär oss ljus och styrka Och din trogna herdevård! Än i helgedomens famn Samlar Jesu Kristi namn En gemenskap omkring ordet, Dopets bad och nattvardsbordet. 2 Trycks til jorden ned vårt sinne Under mödor och besvär, Uppåt visar korskrönt tinne Till ett mål, som evigt är. Klockans helga maningsljud Kallar syndare till Gud, Psalmen, som sig mäktigt svingar, Skänker åt vår andakt vingar. 3 Herrens kyrka bjuder alla Oförgänglig sabbatsfrid, Hur än orons vågor svalla Genom söndringslysten tid, Ty i Jesu Kristi tro Får hvar själ, som trår til ro Och i tvifvel söker fäste, Hägn likt svalan i sitt näste. 4 Ej den falska frid, som söfver, Bor, där Herrens boning är, Krafter, som vår håg behöfver Mot det onda, undfås där; Där vi röna, huru b¨øn Striden hoppfull gör och skön, Där vi svärd och pansar finna För att världen övervinna. 5 Bane, Gud, din kyrka stigen, Som oss leder, tills i nå Templet, där evinnerligen Vi inför ditt anlet stå. Led oss, lyft oss, herde from, Upp till denna helgedom, Där de återlöst lammen Du kring dig församlar! Amen! Topics: Kyrkan och Missionen; Church and Mission Languages: Swedish Tune Title: WERDE MUNTER, MEIN GEMÜTE

Comfort, Comfort Ye My People

Author: Johann Olearius, 1611-1684 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #1a (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort ye my people, Speak ye peace, thus saith our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness, Mourning 'neath their sorrows’ load; Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them: Tell her that her sins I cover, And her warfare now is over. 2 For the Herald’s voice is crying In the desert far and near, Bidding all men to repentance, Since the kingdom now is here. Oh, that warning cry obey, Now prepare for God a way! Let the valleys rise to meet Him, And the hills bow down to greet Him. 3 Make ye straight what long was crooked, Make the rougher places plain: Let your hearts be true and humble, As befits His holy reign; For the glory of the Lord Now o'er earth is shed abroad, And all flesh shall see the token That His word is never broken. Topics: Advent Languages: English Tune Title: WERDE MUNTER, MEIN GEMÜTHE

Comfort, Comfort Ye My People

Author: Johann Olearius, 1611-1684 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #1b (1901) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort ye my people, Speak ye peace, thus saith our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness, Mourning 'neath their sorrows’ load; Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them: Tell her that her sins I cover, And her warfare now is over. 2 For the Herald’s voice is crying In the desert far and near, Bidding all men to repentance, Since the kingdom now is here. Oh, that warning cry obey, Now prepare for God a way! Let the valleys rise to meet Him, And the hills bow down to greet Him. 3 Make ye straight what long was crooked, Make the rougher places plain: Let your hearts be true and humble, As befits His holy reign; For the glory of the Lord Now o'er earth is shed abroad, And all flesh shall see the token That His word is never broken. Topics: Advent Languages: English Tune Title: WERDE MUNTER, MEIN GEMÜTHE

Why without, then, art Thou staying

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #2 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: Why without, then, art Thou staying, Blessed of the Lord from far? Enter now, no more delaying, Let it please Thee—Thou, my Star! Thou, my Jesus, Friend indeed, Helper in the hour of need! Saviour! ease the wounds that pain me, Let Thy comforts rich sustain me. Lord, my wounds are pain and sorrow, That the hammer of the law With its terrors, night and morrow, Causeth, filling me with awe. Oh! the dreadful thunder peals When His anger God reveals, All my blood to tingle making, And my heart’s foundation shaking! Then with wiles the great deceiver Would to me all grace deny, Saying, in the hell for ever That torments him, I must be. But I suffer sorer pangs, For with poison’d serpent fangs Doth my conscience gnawing, tearing, Stir remorse beyond all bearing. Do I seek my woe to soften, And to lessen pain desire, With the world commingling often, Sink I quite into the mire. There is comfort that deceives, Joy that by my mischance lives, Helpers there who only grieve me, Friends who only mock and leave me. Nothing in the world endureth, Or the soul’s thirst can allay; Fleeting is the rank that lureth. Have I riches? What are they Better than small dust of earth? Have I pleasure? What’s it worth? What to-day my heart doth gladden, That to-morrow doth not sadden? Comfort, joy, in boundless measure, Stor’d, Lord Jesus, are in Thee, Pastures of unfading pleasure, Where we roam and feast so free. Light of joy! illumine me Ere my heart quite broken be! Jesus, let mine eyes behold Thee; Lord, refresh me and uphold me! Heart, rejoice, for He doth hear thee, And He visits thee again; Now thy Saviour draweth near thee, Bid Him gladsome welcome then, And prepare thee for thy guest, Enter thou into His rest, While with open heart receiving, Tell Him all that is thee grieving. Lo! the things that seem’d to hinder How they all fall out for good. Hark! how He in accents tender Comforts thee in gracious mood. Ceas’d the dragon has to roar, Scheming, raging, now no more. His advantages forsake him, He must to th’ abyss betake him. Now thy life is calm and even, All thy heart’s desire is thine; Christ Himself to thee hath given All He hath—exhaustless mine! His grace is thy fairest crown, Thou His seat art and His throne; With Himself as one He makes thee, Freely to His bosom takes thee. God His golden-curtain’d Heaven Spreadeth to encompass thee! Lest thou shouldst away be driven By thy raging enemy. 9 Angel hosts keep watch and ward At thy side and are thy guard; Lest in journeys aught should hurt thee, By the way their arms support thee. All the ill thou hast done ever It is now remitted quite; God’s love thee doth now deliver From sin’s tyrant pow’r and might. Christ the Prince hath won the day, Rise against thee what ill may, He, to purest good converting, Robbeth of the pow’r of hurting. All for thine advantage proveth, E’en what hurtful may appear. Christ accepteth thee and loveth, And His thoughts are all sincere. Thou in turn but faithful be, Then shall certainly by thee, With the angel hosts in Heaven, Thanks and praise for aye be given. Languages: English

Comfort, Comfort You My People

Author: Johannes G. Olearius; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Presbyterian Hymnal #3 (1990) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Comfort, comfort you my people, Tell of peace, thus saith our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness Bowed beneath oppression's load. Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them; Tell them that their sins I cover, And their warfare now is over. 2 For the herald's voice is crying In the desert far and near, Bidding us to make repentance Since the kingdom now is here. O that warning cry obey! Now prepare for God a way; Let the valleys rise in meeting And the hills bow down in greeting. 3 Make ye straight what long was crooked, Make the rougher places plain: Let your hearts be true and humble, As befits God's holy reign, For the glory of the Lord Now o'er earth is shed abroad; And all flesh shall see the token That God's word is never broken. Scripture: Isaiah 40:1-8 Languages: English Tune Title: PSALM 42