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Geh' aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud'

Author: Paul Gerhardt, 1606-1676 Appears in 107 hymnals Used With Tune: [Geh' aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud']
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Thou little flock, be not afraid

Author: Johann Michael Altenburg; Rev. Matthias Loy, D. D. Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thou little flock, be not afraid, Tho' foes against thee stand arrayed, And ready to destroy thee, Although thy ruin they prepare, And fill thee oft with anxious care: They shall not long annoy thee. 2 Thy cause is God's; this comfort thee, And His, not thine, the vengeance be: Let Him perform His pleasure; The needful help thou shalt obtain, Thee and His word He will sustain, Through Christ, His own dear Treasure. 3 As God is God, and true His word, Fierce Satan and his hellish herd, The world and all their powers, Shall reap but shame beneath His rod: God is with us, and we with God: The vict'ry must be ours. Topics: The Catechism The Church; Sunday after New Year's; Fifth Sunday after Epiphany; Twelfth Sunday after Trinity Used With Tune: ALTENBURG (Geh aus, mein Herz)

Eins hätten wir von Herzen gern

Appears in 5 hymnals Used With Tune: [Eins hätten wir von Herzen gern]
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Go Forth, My Heart, And Seek Delight

Author: Marg. Muensterberg; Paul Gerhardt Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 7 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Go forth, my heart, and seek delight, While summer reigns so fair and bright, View God's abundance daily; The beauty of these gardens see, Behold how they for me and thee Have decked themselves so gaily. 2 The trees with spreading leaves are blessed, The earth her dusty rind has dressed In green so young and tender. Narcissus and the tulip fair Are clothed in raiment far more rare Than Solomon in splendor. 3 The lark soars upward to the skies, And from her cote the pigeon flies, Her way to woodlands winging. The silver-throated nightingale Fills mountain, meadow, hill and dale With her delightful singing. 4 Fast grows the wheat, like waving gold, And gives delight to young and old; All nature with thanksgiving Lauds Him whose mercy measureless Vouchsafed the soul of man to bless With goods that grace his living. 5 Thy splendor, Lord, doth brightly shine And fills my heart with joy divine While here on earth abiding; What, then, may be in store for me And all who heaven's glory see, In golden halls residing? 5 O choose me for Thy paradise, Let soul and body till I rise Still flourish, tiring never. With Thee alone will I abide, Thine honor serve, and none beside, Both here and there forever. Topics: Meditation Used With Tune: ALTENBURG

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