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Let us not be swallowed In the misery of death:
Lord, have mercy upon us.
In the midst of death, behold Hell's jaws gaping at us! Who will from such dire distress Free and scathless set us? Lord, that dost thou, thou only: It fills thy tender heart with woe We should sin and suffer so. Holy, holy Lord God, Holy, mighty Lord God, Holy Saviour with the tender heart, Everlasting God, Let us not be gasted By hell's hollows all aglow:
Lord, have mercy upon us.
When amidst the pains of hell Us our sins are baiting; Whither shall we flee away Where relief is waiting? To thee, Lord Christ, thee only Who didst outpour thy precious blood For our sins sufficing good: Holy, holy Lord God, Holy, mighty Lord God, Holy Saviour with the tender heart, Everlasting God, Let us not fall from thee, From comfort of the right faith:
Lord, have mercy upon us.
II.
SIMEON THE PATRIARCH'S SONG OF PRAISE.
In peace and joy I now depart, For God hath willed it. Comforted is my mind and heart, For he hath stilled it; As my God did promise me, Death is grown only slumber.
That shows that Christ is God's own Son, And our saviour so, Whom thou, O Lord, to me hast shown, Making me know Him the Life eternal, And health in pain and dying.
In the fore-front thou hast him placed, In him delighted; The whole world to his kingdom blest Hast invited Through thy precious wholesome word In every place resounding.
He is the health and happy light Of the heathen, To ope their eyes, and give them sight Thee to see then. He to thy people, Isr'el, Is glory, honour, pleasure.
XVI. THE PRAISE OF GOD .
I.
Unto the seer, Isaiah, it was given That, in the spirit, he saw the Lord of heaven Up on a lofty throne, in radiance bright; The skirt of his garment filled the temple quite; Two seraphs at his side were standing there; Six wings, he saw, each one of them did wear: Two over their bright visages did meet, With two of them they covered up their feet, And with the other twain abroad did fly. Each to the other called with a great cry, Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth! Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth! Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth! His glory great the whole world filled hath. At the loud cry the beams and threshold shook, And the whole house was full of cloud and smoke.
II.
THE SONG OF PRAISE "TE TEUM LAUDAMUS," TURNED INTO GERMAN BY DR. MART. LUTHER.
The first Choir. -Lord God, thee praise do we.
The second Choir. -Lord, we give thanks to thee.
1. Thee, Father, eternal God,
2. Earth praises, far and broad.
1. All angels and heaven's host,
2. All that in thy service boast,
1. The cherubim and seraphim
2. Sing thee ever with lofty hymn:
1. Holy is our Lord God!
2. Holy is our Lord God!
Both Choirs. -Holy is our God, the Lord of Sabaoth.
1. Thy godlike might and lordship go
2. Wide over heaven and earth below.
1. To thee the holy twelve do call,
2. And thy beloved prophets all:
1. The precious martyrs, with one voice,
2. Praise thee, O Lord, with mighty noise.
1. From all thy worthy Christendom
2. To thee each day thy praises come;
1. To Thee, the Father, on highest throne,
2. Thy true and only-begotten Son;
1. The holy Comforter always,
2. With service true they thank and praise.
1. Thou, king of glory, Christ, alone
2. Art the Father's eternal Son;
1. Didst not the virgin's womb despise,
2. That so the human race might rise;
1. Thou on the might of Death didst tread,
2. And Christians all to heaven dost lead.
1. Thou sittest now at God's right hand,
2. With glory of all i' th' heavenly land;
1. The hour shall come when thou shalt yet
2. To judge the dead and living sit;
1. Now to thy servants help afford,
2. Ransomed with thy dear blood, O Lord;
1. Let us in heaven have our dole,
2. And with the holy be always whole.
1. Thy folk, Lord Christ, help and advance,
2. And bless thine own inheritance;
1. Them watch and ward, Lord, every day,
2. And lift them always up, we pray.
1. Daily, Lord God, we honour thee,
2. And praise thy name continually.
1. O God of truth, keep us this day
2. From every sin and evil way.
1. Be gracious to us, Lord, we plead-
2. Be gracious to us in every need.
1. Show unto us thy pitying grace,
2. For all our hope in thee we place.
1. Dear Lord, our hope is in thy name;
2. Let us be never put to shame. Amen.
OF LIFE AT COURT .
To the tune -Ein Lappisch Mann: A Silly Man .
Who number one Keeps in the van, And gently can His hoop drive on And fawn and fan, And every man Counts dust and bran- Is now the cock to crow to Pan.
Who has in sight To live upright, Keep honour bright, And be true quite- In vain shall fight And lose his might, Shall meet with slight And scorn and spite, And serve the rest, unhappy wight.
By flattery's rod There's many a lad Great wealth has had, And praises glad; Down in the mud He'll others tread And honour wed: So goes the world heels over head!
Whatever man Has no such plan, From court must run; Such never won But scoff and ban. Who flatter can, And sting and tan- He is at court the best o' the clan!
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Lord, have mercy upon us.
In the midst of death, behold Hell's jaws gaping at us! Who will from such dire distress Free and scathless set us? Lord, that dost thou, thou only: It fills thy tender heart with woe We should sin and suffer so. Holy, holy Lord God, Holy, mighty Lord God, Holy Saviour with the tender heart, Everlasting God, Let us not be gasted By hell's hollows all aglow:
Lord, have mercy upon us.
When amidst the pains of hell Us our sins are baiting; Whither shall we flee away Where relief is waiting? To thee, Lord Christ, thee only Who didst outpour thy precious blood For our sins sufficing good: Holy, holy Lord God, Holy, mighty Lord God, Holy Saviour with the tender heart, Everlasting God, Let us not fall from thee, From comfort of the right faith:
Lord, have mercy upon us.
II.
SIMEON THE PATRIARCH'S SONG OF PRAISE.
In peace and joy I now depart, For God hath willed it. Comforted is my mind and heart, For he hath stilled it; As my God did promise me, Death is grown only slumber.
That shows that Christ is God's own Son, And our saviour so, Whom thou, O Lord, to me hast shown, Making me know Him the Life eternal, And health in pain and dying.
In the fore-front thou hast him placed, In him delighted; The whole world to his kingdom blest Hast invited Through thy precious wholesome word In every place resounding.
He is the health and happy light Of the heathen, To ope their eyes, and give them sight Thee to see then. He to thy people, Isr'el, Is glory, honour, pleasure.
XVI. THE PRAISE OF GOD .
I.
Unto the seer, Isaiah, it was given That, in the spirit, he saw the Lord of heaven Up on a lofty throne, in radiance bright; The skirt of his garment filled the temple quite; Two seraphs at his side were standing there; Six wings, he saw, each one of them did wear: Two over their bright visages did meet, With two of them they covered up their feet, And with the other twain abroad did fly. Each to the other called with a great cry, Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth! Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth! Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth! His glory great the whole world filled hath. At the loud cry the beams and threshold shook, And the whole house was full of cloud and smoke.
II.
THE SONG OF PRAISE "TE TEUM LAUDAMUS," TURNED INTO GERMAN BY DR. MART. LUTHER.
The first Choir. -Lord God, thee praise do we.
The second Choir. -Lord, we give thanks to thee.
1. Thee, Father, eternal God,
2. Earth praises, far and broad.
1. All angels and heaven's host,
2. All that in thy service boast,
1. The cherubim and seraphim
2. Sing thee ever with lofty hymn:
1. Holy is our Lord God!
2. Holy is our Lord God!
Both Choirs. -Holy is our God, the Lord of Sabaoth.
1. Thy godlike might and lordship go
2. Wide over heaven and earth below.
1. To thee the holy twelve do call,
2. And thy beloved prophets all:
1. The precious martyrs, with one voice,
2. Praise thee, O Lord, with mighty noise.
1. From all thy worthy Christendom
2. To thee each day thy praises come;
1. To Thee, the Father, on highest throne,
2. Thy true and only-begotten Son;
1. The holy Comforter always,
2. With service true they thank and praise.
1. Thou, king of glory, Christ, alone
2. Art the Father's eternal Son;
1. Didst not the virgin's womb despise,
2. That so the human race might rise;
1. Thou on the might of Death didst tread,
2. And Christians all to heaven dost lead.
1. Thou sittest now at God's right hand,
2. With glory of all i' th' heavenly land;
1. The hour shall come when thou shalt yet
2. To judge the dead and living sit;
1. Now to thy servants help afford,
2. Ransomed with thy dear blood, O Lord;
1. Let us in heaven have our dole,
2. And with the holy be always whole.
1. Thy folk, Lord Christ, help and advance,
2. And bless thine own inheritance;
1. Them watch and ward, Lord, every day,
2. And lift them always up, we pray.
1. Daily, Lord God, we honour thee,
2. And praise thy name continually.
1. O God of truth, keep us this day
2. From every sin and evil way.
1. Be gracious to us, Lord, we plead-
2. Be gracious to us in every need.
1. Show unto us thy pitying grace,
2. For all our hope in thee we place.
1. Dear Lord, our hope is in thy name;
2. Let us be never put to shame. Amen.
OF LIFE AT COURT .
To the tune -Ein Lappisch Mann: A Silly Man .
Who number one Keeps in the van, And gently can His hoop drive on And fawn and fan, And every man Counts dust and bran- Is now the cock to crow to Pan.
Who has in sight To live upright, Keep honour bright, And be true quite- In vain shall fight And lose his might, Shall meet with slight And scorn and spite, And serve the rest, unhappy wight.
By flattery's rod There's many a lad Great wealth has had, And praises glad; Down in the mud He'll others tread And honour wed: So goes the world heels over head!
Whatever man Has no such plan, From court must run; Such never won But scoff and ban. Who flatter can, And sting and tan- He is at court the best o' the clan!
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Publication Date: 05-21-2008
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