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As After The Waterbrooks Panteth

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home #180 (1927) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.9.8 First Line: As after the water brooks panteth Lyrics: 1 As after the waterbrooks panteth The hart, when it sinks in the chase, So thirsteth my soul, as it fainteth, For Thee, O my God, and Thy grace; For Thou art the fount ever living, Who unto the thirsty art giving The water of life that I need. 2 Why art thou disquiet within me? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Confide in thy God, let Him win thee! Still hope in thy God, Him extol! For surely once dawneth a morrow, When, freed from thy care and thy sorrow, Thou praises shalt sing to thy God. 3 His light and His truth, they shall lead me In peace to His temple at last; I rest on His Word, he will speed me, And conflict and sorrow are past; Yea, joyful I anthems will raise Him, With heart and with voice will I praise Him My health and my life and my God. Topics: Call and Repentance Languages: English Tune Title: [As after the waterbrooks panteth]

As After The Waterbrooks Panteth

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig Hymnal: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #180 (1928) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.9.8 First Line: As after the water brooks panteth Lyrics: 1 As after the waterbrooks panteth The hart, when it sinks in the chase, So thirsteth my soul, as it fainteth, For Thee, O my God, and Thy grace; For Thou art the fount ever living, Who unto the thirsty art giving The water of life that I need. 2 Why art thou disquiet within me? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Confide in thy God, let Him win thee! Still hope in thy God, Him extol! For surely once dawneth a morrow, When, freed from thy care and thy sorrow, Thou praises shalt sing to thy God. 3 His light and His truth, they shall lead me In peace to His temple at last; I rest on His Word, he will speed me, And conflict and sorrow are past; Yea, joyful I anthems will raise Him, With heart and with voice will I praise Him-- My health and my life and my God. Topics: Call and Repentance Languages: English

We Christians Should Ever Consider

Author: Haquin Spegel, 1645-1714 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #297 (1901) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.9.8 Lyrics: 1 We Christians should ever consider What Christ hath so graciously taught; For He, who hath made us His children, Would have us retain in our thought How little things earthly do merit, Lest we, who should heaven inherit, The heavenly prize leave unsought. 2 All nature a sermon may preach thee; The birds sing thy murmurs away; The birds, which nor sowing nor reaping, God fails not to feed day by day; And He, who those creatures doth cherish, He never will leave thee to perish; Or art thou not better than they? 3 The lilies, nor toiling nor spinning, Their clothing how gorgeous and fair! What tints in their tiny robes woven, What wondrous devices are there! All Solomon's stores could not render One festival robe of such splendor As the modest field lilies do wear. 4 If God o'er the grass and the flowers Such delicate beauty hath spread, The flowers which to-day are so fragrant, To-morrow are faded and dead; Oh, why, then, should earthly cares fret thee? Thy Father will never forget thee, Nor fail to provide thee with bread. Topics: Sanctification Languages: English Tune Title: OSS KRISTNA BÖR TRO OCH BESINNA

We Christians Should Ever Consider

Author: Haquin Spegel Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #445 (1926) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.9.8 Lyrics: 1 We Christians should ever consider What Christ hath so graciously taught; For He who hath made us His children Would have us retain in our thought How little things earthly do merit, Lest we, who should heaven inherit, The heavenly prize leave unsought. 2 All nature a sermon may preach thee; The birds sing thy murmurs away; The birds, which, nor sowing nor reaping, God fails not to feed day by day; And He who those creatures doth cherish, He never will leave thee to perish; Or art thou not better than they? 3 The lilies, nor toiling nor spinning, Their clothing how gorgeous and fair! What tints in their tiny robes woven, What wondrous devices are there! All Solomon's stores could not render One festival robe of such splendor As the modest field lilies do wear. 4 If God o'er the grass and the flowers Such delicate beauty hath spread,-- The flowers which to-day are so fragrant, To-morrow are faded and dead;-- Oh why, then, should earthly cares fret thee? Thy Father will never forget thee, Nor fail to provide thee with bread. Amen. Topics: Way of Salvation Sanctification; Trinity, Fifteenth Sunday Scripture: Matthew 6:24-34 Languages: English Tune Title: OSS KRISTNA BÖR TRO OCH BESINNA

As after the water-brooks panteth

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #453 (1913) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.9.8 Lyrics: 1 As after the water-brooks panteth The hart, when it sinks in the chase, So thirsteth my soul, as it fainteth, For Thee, O my God, and thy grace; For Thou art the fount everliving, Who unto the thirsty art giving The water of life that I need. 2 By day and by night in her anguish My soul is lamenting in woe: O Lord, in my grief I must languish, No counsel, no help do I know; When shall I Thy mercy awaken? When shall I, the poor and forsaken, Before Thee appear, O my God? 3 Great fears now my bosom are rending, For near the abyss I am brought, My way on the brink I am wending, My journey with peril is fraught; I faint, I see terrors appalling, And into the deep I am falling- O hearken, O Lord, to my cries! 4 Thou, Thou art my rock of salvation, My house I have built upon Thee; O if Thou shouldst fail as foundation, My ruin it surely would be; Lord, deep unto deep now is calling, Thy waves and Thy billows appalling Arise to go over my soul. 6 When others sing anthems of gladness, And offer thanksgiving and praise, I sit in the gloom of my sadness And hear not the anthems they raise; My song is the voice of my sighing, The festal days pass in my crying-- I languish in grief and in woe. 6 Why art thou disquiet within me? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Confide in thy God, let Him win thee! Still hope in thy God, Him extol! For surely once dawneth a morrow, When, freed from thy care and thy sorrow, Thou praises shalt sing to thy God. 7 His light and His truth, they shall lead me In peace to His temple at last; I rest on His word, He will speed me, And conflict and sorrow are past; Yea, joyful I anthems will raise Him, With heart and with voice will I praise Him-- My health and my life and my God. Topics: The Church Year Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity; Cross and Comfort Tune Title: [As after the water brooks panteth]

As After the Water-Brooks

Author: N. F. S. Grundtvig, 1783-1872 ; C. Døving, 1867-1937 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #462 (1996) Meter: 9.8.9.8.9.9.8 First Line: As after the water-brooks panteth Lyrics: 1 As after the water-brooks panteth The hart, when it sinks in the chase, So thirsteth my soul as it fainteth For Thee, O my God, and Thy grace; For Thou art the fount everliving who unto the thirsty art giving The water of life that I need. 2 By day and by night in her anguish My soul is lamenting in woe; O Lord, in my grief I must languish, No counsel, no help do I know; When shall I Thy mercy awaken? When shall I, the poor and forsaken, Before Thee appear, O my God? 3 Great fears now my courage are rending, For near the abyss I am brought, My way on the brink I am wending, My journey with peril is fraught; I faint, I see terrors appalling, And into the deep I am falling-- O harken, O Lord, to my cries! 4 Lord, Thou art my rock of salvation, My house I have built upon Thee; O if Thou shouldst fail as foundation, My ruin it surely would be; Lord, deep unto deep now is calling, Thy waves and Thy billows appalling Arise to go over my soul. 5 When others sing anthems of gladness, And offer thanksgiving and praise, I sit in the gloom of my sadness And hear not the anthems they raise; My song is the voice of my sighing, The festal days pass in my crying-- I languish in grief and in woe. 6 Why art thou disquiet within me? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Confide in they God, let Him win thee! Still hope in thy God,Him extol! For surely once dawneth a morrow, When, freed from thy care and thy sorrow, Thou praises shalt sing to thy God. 7 His light and His truth, they shall lead me In peace to His temple at last; I rest on His Word, He will speed me, And conflict and sorrow are past; Yea, joyful I anthems will raise Him. With heart and with voice will I praise Him-- My health and my life and my God. Topics: Trinity 14 Languages: English Tune Title: SOM TØRSTIGE HJORT MONNE SKRIGE

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