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Gaa nu hen og grav min Grav!

Author: F. Hammerich; E. M. Arndt Hymnal: M. B. Landstads Kirkesalmebog og "Nokre Salmar" ved Professor Dr. E. Blix, samt følgende tillæg #628 (1897) Lyrics: 1 Gaa nu hen og grav min Grav! Jeg er træt, nu vil jeg slumre, Lægge ned min Vandringsstav, Hvor de sidste Skygger skumre, Lægge mig til Hvile ned, Fare bort herfra i Fred. 2 Ak, i Verden er der koldt! Alt dens Lys er kun en Skygge, Og hvor dristigt, høit og stolt Vi end vore Anslag bygge, Som en Røg de dog forgaa, Himlen kan de aldrig naa. 3 Far da vel, o Jord, jeg vil Reise bort fra Savn og Trængsel, Bort fra Glædens falske Spil, Bort fra Sorgens mørke Fængsel, Bort fra Skygger og Bedrag Gaar jeg til den klare Dag. 4 Far da vel, det er fuldbragt, Dagens Sol og Nattens Stjerne! Snart jeg ser en større Pragt, Thi jeg reiser til det Fjerne, Did, hvor Himlens Stjernekrans Straaler i en evig Glans. 5 Til min Fader hjem jeg gaar, Der er Hvilen sød og rolig, Og jeg veed det vist, der staar Ogsaa mig beredt en Bolig. Hør mit Suk, og gjem min Aand, Herre Jesu, i din Haand! Topics: Særlige Salmer Graven; Special Hymns The Grave; Herliggjørelsen; Glorification Languages: Norwegian Tune Title: [Gaa nu hen og grav min Grav!]

Jesus, Master, at Thy Word

Author: F. M. Liebenberg; C. Doving Hymnal: Concordia #151 (1918) First Line: Jesus, Master! at Thy word Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Master! at Thy word I will work whate'er betide me, And I know Thou wilt, O Lord, By Thy word and Spirit guide me; At Thy word my faith shall see All things work for good to me. 2 Though my toil may seem unblest, And my lot appointed dreary, When at eve I go to rest, From my labor faint and weary At Thy word I will each morn To my work with joy return. 3 Though I be of joys bereft, And by sorrows overtaken, Yet I know a solace left: I am not be Thee forsaken; Jesus, Thou canst aid afford, Fraught with comfort is Thy word. 4 At Thy word in faith I press Onward through this vale of sadness; By Thy grace I shall possess Victor-palms in heav'nly gladness; To my latest hour, O Lord, I will trust Thee at Thy word. Topics: The Christian Life Trust and Confidence Languages: English Tune Title: GAA NU HEN

Jesus, Master! at Thy word

Author: M. F. Liebenberg Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #413 (1913) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Jesus, Master! at Thy word I will work whate'er betide me, And I know Thou wilt, O Lord, By Thy word and Spirit guide me; At Thy word my faith shall see All things work for good to me. 2 Though my toil may seem unblest, And my lot appointed dreary, When at eve I go to rest, From my labor faint and weary; At Thy word I will each morn To my work with joy return. 3 Though I be of joys bereft, And by sorrows overtaken, Yet I know a solace left: I am not be Thee forsaken; Jesus, thou canst aid afford, Fraught with comfort is Thy word. 4 At Thy word in faith I press Onward through this vale of sadness; By Thy grace I shall possess Victor-palms in heavenly gladness; To my latest hour, O Lord, I will trust Thee at Thy word. Topics: The Church Year Sixth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Sixth Sunday after Trinity; Invitation; Obedience to God; Perseverance and Faithfulness Tune Title: [Jesus, Master! at Thy word]

Menska! o, hvi dröjer du

Author: J. O. Wallin; C. F. Gellert Hymnal: Svenska Psalm-Boken af År 1819 #453b (1892) Tune Title: [Menska! o, hvi dröjer du]

Go and let my grave be made

Author: E. M. Arndt Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #588 (1913) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Go and let my grave be made-- Tired and weary now with straying, Farewell to the earth I've said, Heaven's call to peace obeying: Calls me now the happy rest Of the angels eve blest. 2 Therefore, earth, farewell I say, False the hopes from thee we borrow! Let me now in peace away-- E'en thy very joy is sorrow; Fleeting is thy beauty's glow, Vain deceit and empty show! 3 Fare ye well, beloved friends! Ye whose tears so fast are flowing; God for all will make amends, For our griefs are His bestowing: Mourn not joys that ne'er endure, Heavenly joys alone are sure. 4 Weep not--lo! my Savior there, Mercy to my soul revealing; I, too, have obtained a share In His heart's deep wounds so healing, Whence the holy fountain streamed Which this sinful world redeemed. 5 Weep not--my Redeemer lives-- High above dark earth ascending, Hope her heavenly comfort gives; Faith stands by, her shield extending; Love eternal whispers near, "Child of God, no longer fear." Topics: The Last Things Burial and Resurrection; The Last Things Burial and Ressurection; Resurrection Tune Title: [Go and let my grave be made]

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