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Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: Ludv. M. Lindeman, 1812—87 Tune Key: f minor Incipit: 54313 27512 32543 Used With Text: Over Kedron Jesus treadeth

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Over Kedron Jesus treadeth

Author: Thomas Kingo Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 15 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Every human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus, blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father!" And the angels round Him gather. 4 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat, From His anguished frame distilling-- World's redemption thus fulfilling! 5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood, thus freely given, Makes my soul the heir of heaven. 6 When as flowers themselves I wither When I droop and fade life grass When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of triumph! pledge of heaven! Topics: The Church Year Lent and Passion Week; The Church Year Lent and Passion Week Used With Tune: [Over Kedron Jesus treadeth]

Over Kedron Jesus traeder

Author: Kingo Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus træder Med frivillig Aand og Mod, Græder, aller Øine, græder, Græder, om I kunne, Blod! Se, hvor Bladet er nu vendt, Aale Buer nu er spendt, Som paa Jesum Sigte tage, For at bringe ham af Dage. 2 David engang tung om Hjerte Gik henover Kedrons Vand, Fuld af Harm, af Graad og Smerte, Flygtig i sit eget Land; Men, o Jesu, maatte du Ikke ængstes mere nu! Du, som dig til Døden skynder, Bær al Verdens Sorg og Synder. 3 Gaar du ind udi en Have, Som er Folkets Frydested, Angest fat dig straks vil tage, Følger dig i Hælen med. Kom, o Adam, kom og se Ind udi Getsemane! Se, hvor Edens onde Lyster Helved-Angest af ham kryster! 4 Se, hvor skjælve Jesu Lemmer, Se, hvor ryster Gud og Mand! Tænk, hvor Syndens Byrde klemmer, Døden stormer Livsens Land, Trænger sig i Jesu Blod, Kniber ved hans Hjerterod, Og ham gjennem Sjælen stinger, Hør hans Suk, hvor saart det klinger! 5 Se, hvor vaandefuld han falder Ned med Bøn udi sin Nød, Trende Gange Gud paakalder, Beder, at den bitre Død Og den Kalk maa vige hen, Slaar sig straks til Taals igjen; Hvad hans Fader kun behager, Derimod han gjerne tager. 6 Se, hvor han med Døden strider, Ængstet i sin Hjerterod! Se, hvor Edder-Ormen bider, Og ophidser alt hans Blod! Se, o se! hvor ængstes han, Se, hvor giftig var den Tand, Som med Dødsens kolde Smerte Brød Guds Søns det rene Hjerte! 7 Ak, I Himle, vil I give Hid en Hjerte-Styrkning snart! Snart det endelig maa blive, Jesus dør – han dør med Fart! Græsset, hvor min Jesus laa, Fik en blodig Dug oppaa Af hans Aarers Purpur-Kilde,– Ak, hvor leed da Jesus ilde! 8 O, I Blomster, I som funde Jesu Sved for Dødsens Mord, I lyksalig Stund I runde Op udaf den tørre Jord! Blomsterne i Paradis Bær mod Eder ingen Pris, Thi det Blod, som eder farved, Gjør, at jeg har Himlen arvet. 9 Naar jeg som et Blomster visner, Naar jeg feldes skal som Hø, Naar at Blodet i mig isner, Naar jeg daane skal og dø, Naar den kolde Sved gaar ud Af min ganske Hold og Hud, Da min Jesu Svede-Draaber For min Sjæles Frelse raaber. 10 Endelig, naar Hjertet brister, Mine Øines Lys gaar bort, Naar min Tunge Mælet mister, Og min sidste Pust blir gjort, Stryg min Sjæl da med di Blod, Salv dermed min Hjerterod! Saa skal jeg i Dødsens Vaade Finde Salighed og Naade. Topics: Jesu Pine Jesus i Urtegaarden; Jesus' Torment Jesus in the Garden Used With Tune: [Over Kedron Jesus traeder]

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Over Kedron Jesus traeder

Author: Kingo Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #317 (1897) Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus træder Med frivillig Aand og Mod, Græder, aller Øine, græder, Græder, om I kunne, Blod! Se, hvor Bladet er nu vendt, Aale Buer nu er spendt, Som paa Jesum Sigte tage, For at bringe ham af Dage. 2 David engang tung om Hjerte Gik henover Kedrons Vand, Fuld af Harm, af Graad og Smerte, Flygtig i sit eget Land; Men, o Jesu, maatte du Ikke ængstes mere nu! Du, som dig til Døden skynder, Bær al Verdens Sorg og Synder. 3 Gaar du ind udi en Have, Som er Folkets Frydested, Angest fat dig straks vil tage, Følger dig i Hælen med. Kom, o Adam, kom og se Ind udi Getsemane! Se, hvor Edens onde Lyster Helved-Angest af ham kryster! 4 Se, hvor skjælve Jesu Lemmer, Se, hvor ryster Gud og Mand! Tænk, hvor Syndens Byrde klemmer, Døden stormer Livsens Land, Trænger sig i Jesu Blod, Kniber ved hans Hjerterod, Og ham gjennem Sjælen stinger, Hør hans Suk, hvor saart det klinger! 5 Se, hvor vaandefuld han falder Ned med Bøn udi sin Nød, Trende Gange Gud paakalder, Beder, at den bitre Død Og den Kalk maa vige hen, Slaar sig straks til Taals igjen; Hvad hans Fader kun behager, Derimod han gjerne tager. 6 Se, hvor han med Døden strider, Ængstet i sin Hjerterod! Se, hvor Edder-Ormen bider, Og ophidser alt hans Blod! Se, o se! hvor ængstes han, Se, hvor giftig var den Tand, Som med Dødsens kolde Smerte Brød Guds Søns det rene Hjerte! 7 Ak, I Himle, vil I give Hid en Hjerte-Styrkning snart! Snart det endelig maa blive, Jesus dør – han dør med Fart! Græsset, hvor min Jesus laa, Fik en blodig Dug oppaa Af hans Aarers Purpur-Kilde,– Ak, hvor leed da Jesus ilde! 8 O, I Blomster, I som funde Jesu Sved for Dødsens Mord, I lyksalig Stund I runde Op udaf den tørre Jord! Blomsterne i Paradis Bær mod Eder ingen Pris, Thi det Blod, som eder farved, Gjør, at jeg har Himlen arvet. 9 Naar jeg som et Blomster visner, Naar jeg feldes skal som Hø, Naar at Blodet i mig isner, Naar jeg daane skal og dø, Naar den kolde Sved gaar ud Af min ganske Hold og Hud, Da min Jesu Svede-Draaber For min Sjæles Frelse raaber. 10 Endelig, naar Hjertet brister, Mine Øines Lys gaar bort, Naar min Tunge Mælet mister, Og min sidste Pust blir gjort, Stryg min Sjæl da med di Blod, Salv dermed min Hjerterod! Saa skal jeg i Dødsens Vaade Finde Salighed og Naade. Topics: Jesu Pine Jesus i Urtegaarden; Jesus' Torment Jesus in the Garden Languages: Norwegian Tune Title: [Over Kedron Jesus traeder]

Over Kedron Jesus Treadeth

Author: T. H. Kingo, 1634-1703 ; J. Jeffrey; M. DeGarmeaux, b. 1958 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #295 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Ev'ry human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus, blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 [Protected by copyright] 4 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father!" And the angels round Him gather. 5 [Protected by copyright] 6 But, O flow'rs, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood, thus freely given, Makes my soul the heir of heaven. 7 When as flow'rs themselves I wither, When I droop and fade life grass, When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of triumph! pledge of heaven! 8 [Protected by copyright] Topics: Passion of Christ Languages: English Tune Title: OVER KEDRON JESUS TRÆDER

Over Kedron Jesus treadeth

Author: Thomas Kingo Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #302 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Over Kedron Jesus treadeth To His passion for us all; Every human eye be weeping, Tears of bitter grief let fall! Round His spirit flock the foes, Place their shafts and bend their bows, Aiming at the Savior solely, While the world forsakes Him wholly. 2 David once, with heart afflicted, Crossed the Kedron's narrow strand, Clouds of gloom and grief about him When an exile from his land. But, O Jesus, blacker now Bends the cloud above Thy brow, Hasting to death's dreary portals For the shame and sin of mortals. 3 See how, anguish-struck, He falleth Prostrate, and with struggling breath, Three times on His God He calleth, Praying that the bitter death And the cup of doom may go, Still He cries, in all His woe: "Not My will, but Thine, O Father!" And the angels round Him gather. 4 See how, in that hour of darkness, Battling with the evil power, Agonies untold assail Him, On His soul the arrows shower; All the garden flowers are wet With the drops of bloody sweat, From His anguished frame distilling-- World's redemption thus fulfilling! 5 But, O flowers, so sadly watered By this pure and precious dew, In some blessed hour your blossoms 'Neath the olive-shadows grew! Eden's garden did not bear Aught that can with you compare, For the blood, thus freely given, Makes my soul the heir of heaven. 6 When as flowers themselves I wither When I droop and fade life grass When the life-streams through my pulses Dull and ever duller pass, When at last they cease to roll Then, to cheer my singing soul, Grace of Jesus, be Thou given-- Source of triumph! pledge of heaven! Topics: The Church Year Lent and Passion Week; The Church Year Lent and Passion Week Tune Title: [Over Kedron Jesus treadeth]

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Thomas Kingo

1634 - 1703 Person Name: Kingo Author of "Over Kedron Jesus traeder" in M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg

Ludvig Mathias Lindeman

1812 - 1887 Person Name: Ludv. M. Lindeman Composer of "[Over Kedron Jesus traeder]" in M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg Ludvig M. Lindeman (b. 1812; d. 1887) was a Norwegian composer and organist. Born in Trondheim, he studied theology in Oslo where he remained the rest of his life. In 1839 he succeeded his brother as the organist and cantor of Oslo Cathedral, a position he held for 48 years up until his death. Lindeman was appointed Knight of the Royal Norwegian Order of St. Olav, and was invited to both help christen the new organ in Royal Albert Hall in London, as well as compose for the coronation of King Oscar II and Queen Sophie of Sweden. In 1883, he and his son started the Organist School in Oslo. Lindeman is perhaps best known for his arrangements of Norwegiam folk tales; over the course of his life he collected over 3000 folk melodies and tunes. Laura de Jong