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!Oh Cristo lleno de bondad!

Author: Desconocido Hymnal: Culto Cristiano #248 (1964) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 ¡Oh Cristo lleno de bondad! Dirijo a Ti mi petición: Perdona toda mi maldad, Y dame plena salvación, Indigno soy, mas Tú, Señor, Me otorgas tu infinito amor. 2 ¿A quién, Jesús, si no es a Ti, Por salvación acudiré? Has muerto en una cruz por mí Y por tu muerte viviré; Tú salvarás al pecador, Pues eres infinito amor. 3 Has respondido Tú a mi fe: Aquí me das felicidad, De tu presencia gozaré, Por toda la eternidad. ¡Mi Dios, mi eterno Salvador, Tu nombre es infinito amor! Topics: La Vida Cristiana Comunión con Cristo; Peticiones; The Christian Life Communion with Christ; Petitions Languages: Spanish Tune Title: HEUT' TRIUMPHIERET GOTTES SOHN

O Love, Who Madest Me to Wear

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Johann Scheffler Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #397 (1941) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O Love, who madest me to wear The image of Thy Godhead here; Who soughtest me with tender care Thro’ all my wand'rings wild and drear-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 2 O Love, who ere life’s earliest dawn On me Thy choice hast gently laid; O Love, who here as man wast born, And like to us in all things made-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 3 O Love, who once in time wast slain, Pierced thro' and thro' with bitter woe; O Love, who, wrestling thus didst gain That we eternal joy might know-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 4 O Love, who thus hast bound me fast Beneath that easy yoke of Thine; Love, who hast conquered me at last, Enrapturing this heart of mine-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 5 O Love, who lovest me for aye, Who for my soul dost ever plead; O Love, who didst that ransom pay Whose power sufficeth in my stead-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. 6 O Love, who once shalt bid me rise From out this dying life of ours; O Love, who once above yon skies Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers-- O Love, I give myself to Thee, Thine ever, only Thine to be. Amen. Topics: Sanctification (The Christian Life) Consecration Scripture: 1 John 4:16 Languages: English Tune Title: HEUT' TRIUMPHIERET GOTTES SOHN

Today in Triumph Christ Arose

Author: Kapar Stolshagen, 1550-94; Oliver C. Rupprecht, b. 1930 Hymnal: Worship Supplement 2000 #731 (2007) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Easter Languages: English Tune Title: HEUT TRIUMPHIERET GOTTES SOHN

New Heaven, New War (This Little Babe So Few Days Old)

Author: Robert Southwell, circa 1561-1595 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14171 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: Come to your heav’n, you heavenly choirs Lyrics: 1 Come to your heav’n, you heavenly choirs, Earth hath the heaven of your desires. Remove your dwelling to your God; A stall is now His best abode. Since men their homage do deny, Come, angels, all their fault supply. 2 His chilling cold doth heat require; Come, seraphim, in lieu of fire. This little ark no cover hath; Let cherubs’ wings His body swathe. Come, Raphael, this Babe must eat; Provide our little Savior meat. 3 Let Gabriel be now His groom, That first took up His earthly room. Let Michael stand in His defense, Whom love hath linked to feeble sense. Let Graces rock when He doth cry, And angels sing His lullaby. 4 The same you saw in heav’nly seat Is He that now sucks Mary’s teat; Now see your king a mortal wight, His borrowed weed deceives your sight. Come, kiss the manger where He lies, That is your bliss above the skies. 5 This little Babe so few days old Is come to rifle Satan’s fold; All hell doth at His presence quake, Though He Himself for cold doth shake; For in this weak unarmèd wise The gates of hell He will surprise. 6 With tears He fights and wins the field, His tiny breast stands for a shield; His battering shot are babish cries, His arrows, looks of weeping eyes, His martial ensigns, cold and need, And feeble flesh His warrior’s steed. 7 His camp is pitchèd in a stall, His bulwark but a broken wall, The crib His trench, hay stalks His stakes, Of shepherds He His army makes; And thus, as sure His foe to wound, The angels’ trumps the charge now sound. 8 My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to His tents, the place of might. Within His crib is surest ward; This little Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, Then flit not from this heav’nly Boy! Languages: English Tune Title: HEUT' TRIUMPHIERET GOTTES SOHN

Wir danken dir, Herr Jesu Christ, daß du gen Himmel g'fahren bist

Author: Michael Praetorius Hymnal: Antwort Finden in alten und neuen Liedern, in Worten zum Nachdenken und Beten #121 (2014) First Line: Wir danken dir, Herr Jesu Christ Lyrics: 1 Wir danken dir, Herr Jesu Christ, daß du gen Himmel g'fahren bist: Halleluja, Halleluja, o starker Gott Immanuel, stärk uns an Leib, stärk uns an Seel. Halleluja, Halleluja. 2 Nun freut sich alle Christenheit, und singt und spring ohn alles Leid. Gott Lob und Dank im höchsten Thron, weil unser Bruder Gottes Sohn. Halleluja, Halleluja. 3 Gen Himmel aufgefahren hoch, ist er doch allzeit bei uns noch; Halleluja, Halleluja; sein Macht und Reich unendlich ist, Halleluja, Halleluja. 4 Durch ihn der Himmel unser ist. Hilf uns, o Bruder Jesu Christ, Halleluja, Halleluja, daß wir nun trauen fest auf dich, und durch dich leben ewiglich. Halleluja, Halleluja. Topics: Das Kirchenjahr Himmelfahrt Languages: German Tune Title: [Wir danken dir, Herr Jesu Christ]

Awake, Thou Spirit, who didst fire

Author: Miss Winkworth; Charles Henry Bogatzky Hymnal: Church Book #290 (1890) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Awake, Thou Spirit, who didst fire The watchmen of the Church’s youth, Who faced the foe’s envenomed ire, Who witnessed day and night Thy truth, Whose voices loud are ringing still, And bringing hosts to know Thy will. 2 Lord, let our earnest prayers be heard, The prayer Thy Son hath bid us pray, For lo, Thy children’s hearts are stirred In every land in this our day, To cry with fervent soul to Thee, O help us, Lord! so let it be! 3 O haste to help, ere we are lost! Send preachers forth, in spirit strong, Armed with Thy Word, a dauntless host, Bold to attack the rule of wrong; Let them the earth for Thee reclaim, Thy heritage, to know Thy Name. 4 Would there were help within our walls! O let Thy Spirit come again, Before whom every barrier falls, And now once more shine forth as then! O rend the heavens and make us free! Come, Lord, and bring us back to Thee! 5 And let Thy Word have speedy course, Through every land be glorified, Till all the heathen know its force, And fill Thy churches far and wide; Wake Israel from her sleep, O Lord, And spread the conquests of Thy Word! 6 The Church's desert paths restore; Let stumbling-blocks that in them lie Hinder Thy Word henceforth no more: Error destroy, and heresy, And let Thy Church, from hirelings free, Bloom as a garden fair to Thee! Topics: The Church The Ministry; Whit-Sunday Languages: English Tune Title: HEUT TRIUMPHIRET GOTTES SOHN