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Yesterday, with Exultation

Author: Adam of St. Victor; John M. Neale Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7786 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1. Yesterday, with exultation, Joined the world in celebration, Of her promised Savior’s birth; Yesterday the angel nation Poured the strains of jubilation O’er the monarch born on earth. 2. But today o’er death victorious, By his faith and actions glorious, By his miracles renowned, See the deacon triumph gaining, ’Midst the faithless faith sustaining, First of holy martyrs found. 3. Onward, champion, falter never, Sure of sure reward forever, Holy Stephen, persevere; Perjured witnesses confounding, Satan’s synagogues astounding By thy doctrine true and clear. 4. Thine own witness is in Heaven, True and faithful, to thee given, Witness of thy blamelessness; By thy name a crown implying, Meet it is thou shouldst be dying For the crown of righteousness. 5. For the crown that fadeth never Bear the torturer’s brief endeavor; Victory waits to end the strife; Death shall be thy life’s beginning, And life’s losing be the winning Of the true and better life. 6. Filled with God’s most Holy Spirit, See the Heav’n thou shalt inherit, Stephen, gaze into the skies; There God’s glory steadfast viewing, Thence thy victor strength renewing, Pant for thy eternal prize. 7. See, as Jewish foes invade thee, See how Jesus stands to aid thee, Stands at God’s right hand on high: Tell how opened heaven is shown thee, Tell how Jesus waits to own thee, Tell it with thy latest cry. 8. As the dying martyr kneeleth, For his murderers he appealeth, For their madness grieving sore; Then in Christ he sleepeth sweetly, And with Christ he reigneth meetly, Martyr firstfruits, evermore. Languages: English Tune Title: HERI MUNDUS EXULTAVIT
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Zion, to Thy Savior Singing

Author: Thomas Aquinas; Alexander R. Thompson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7827 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1. Zion, to thy Savior singing, To thy prince and shepherd bringing, Sweetest hymns of love and praise, Thou wilt never reach the measure Of His worth, by all the treasure Of thy most ecstatic lays. 2. Of all wonders that can thrill thee, And, with adoration fill thee, What than this can greater be, That Himself to thee He giveth? He that eateth ever liveth, For the Bread of Life is He. 3. Fill thy lips to overflowing With sweet praise, His mercy showing Who this heav’nly table spread: On this day so glad and holy, To each longing spirit lowly Giveth He the living Bread. 4. Here the King hath spread His table, Whereon eyes of faith are able Christ our Passover to trace: Shadows of the law are going, Light and life and truth inflowing, Night to day is giving place. 5. Lo, this angels’ food descending Heavenly love is hither sending, Hungry lips on earth to feed: So the paschal lamb was given, So the manna came from Heaven, Isaac was His type indeed. 6. O Good Shepherd, Bread life giving, Us, Thy grace and life receiving, Feed and shelter evermore; Thou on earth our weakness guiding, We in Heav’n with Thee abiding, With all saints will Thee adore. Languages: English Tune Title: COBB
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Jesu, Sion's King, We Greet Thee

Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8662 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 First Line: Jesu, Sion’s King, we greet Thee Lyrics: 1 Jesu, Sion’s King, we greet Thee, On the Way of Sorrows meet Thee, Meekly coming unto death; In extreme humiliation, Just and girded with salvation, E’en as Zechariah saith. 2 King, how soon the cruel scorning, Purple robe for mock adorning, Scepter poor of bending reed; Then Thine infinite affliction, Bloody sweat and crucifixion, Thirst, and last dread hour of need. 3 By Thy precious blood, good Jesus, From transgression’s burden ease us, By Thy wounds, give health divine; And our lives vouchsafe to fashion, By the virtue of Thy Passion, Into likeness unto Thine. 4 Thus hereafter may we merit That glad City to inherit, Which the cross, dear Lord, makes free; There, where nothing may afflict us, Chant unending Benedictus, Palm and crown cast down to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: STABAT MATER
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Thou Hast, O God, The Work Begun

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10647 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Thou hast, O God, the work begun, Brought forth Thy Servant, and Thy Son, The branch from Jesse’s root: But bring Him forth again in me, And let the Branch become a tree, And fill the world with fruit. Languages: English Tune Title: ̄Å HERRE JESUS
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Jesus, Life And Way To Heaven

Author: Christian Richardt, 1831-1892; Jens C.Aaberg Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12786 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, life and way to Heaven, Thee we have our promise given, And in Thee we will confide. For among all earthly voices, Thine alone our heart rejoices, Be Thou hence our strength and guide. 2 Lead us through life’s darksome mazes, Lift us o’er the thorny places, Shield us from the parching sun. Grant us strength when faint and weary, Comfort when the way is dreary, Guard us till our race is won. 3 May we follow Thee in meekness, Help us overcome our weakness, Melt our heart with grace and love. Let Thy name be burned within us, So that naught from Thee shall win us Till Thou callest us above. Languages: English Tune Title: JOSEPH
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Eg Fann Min Gud I Ungdoms År

Author: Matias Orheim Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15104 Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 First Line: Eg fann min Gud i ungdoms år Lyrics: 1 Eg fann min Gud i ungdoms år, I livsens ljose, blide vår, Det skal meg aldri anka. Eg lét min Frelsar inn til meg Eå han så kjærleg synte seg, På hjartedøra banka. 2 Eg fann min Gud i ungdoms vår, Eg etter livsens krona trår, Med truskap vil eg strida. Og skal eg verta trøytt og sår, Og om meg mykje motgang når, Med Jesus vil eg lida. 3 Eg fann min Gud i ungdoms vår, All ungdomskraft som i meg rår, Skal brukast til hans æra. Skal eg med tårer sædet så, Med frydesong eg heim skal gå Og mine kornband bera. Languages: Norwegian Tune Title: Å HERRE JESUS

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