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  • Lord Of Glory, You Have Bought Us
    from Gesangbuch

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Lord Of Glory, You Have Bought Us from our album, Gesangbuch.

  • Abide with me; fast falls the eventide.
    The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
    When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
    Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!
    Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
    Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away.
    Change and decay in all around I see;
    O thou who changest not, abide with me!

    Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
    But kind and good, with healing in thy wings,
    Tears for all woes, a heart for ev'ry plea;
    Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
    Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
    And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
    Thou hast not left me oft as I left thee.
    On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

    (Refrain) Abide, abide with me
    Abide, abide with me
    Lord, abide, abide with me
    Oh Lord, abide with me

    I need thy presence ev'ry passing hour.
    What but thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r?
    Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
    Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!
    I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless;
    Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness.
    Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
    I triumph still if thou abide with me.

    (Refrain)

    Abide, abide with me
    Abide, abide with me
    Lord, abide, abide with me
    Oh Lord, abide with me

    Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
    Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
    Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
    In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

    Text, Tune, Setting: public domain.

  • Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side;
    Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
    Leave to your God to order and provide;
    In ev'ry change he faithful will remain.
    Be still, my soul; your best, your heav'nly friend
    Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

    Be still, my soul; your God will undertake
    To guide the future as he has the past.
    Your hope, your confidence, let nothing shake;
    All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
    Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
    His voice who ruled them while he lived below.

    Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
    And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
    Then you will better know his love, his heart,
    Who comes to soothe your sorrows and your fears.
    Be still, my soul; your Jesus can repay
    From his own fullness all he takes away.

    Be still, my soul; the hour is hast'ning on
    When we shall be forever with the Lord,
    When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
    Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
    Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
    All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

    Text: public domain. Tune: c Breitkopf & Härtel, Wiesbaden. Used by permission.

  • Behold a host, arrayed in white,
    Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright;
    With palms they stand. Who is this band
    Before the throne of light?
    These are the saints of glorious fame,
    Who from the great affliction came
    And in the flood Of Jesus' blood
    Are cleansed from guilt and blame.
    Now gathered in the holy place,
    Their voices they in worship raise.
    Their anthems swell Where God does dwell
    Mid angels' songs of praise.

    Despised and scorned, they sojourned here;
    But now, how glorious they appear!
    Those martyrs stand, A priestly band,
    God's throne forever near.
    So oft in troubled days gone by,
    In anguish they would weep and sigh;
    At home above The God of love
    Fore'er their tears shall dry.
    They now enjoy the Sabbath rest,
    The heav'nly banquet of the blest;
    The Lamb, their Lord, At festive board
    Himself is host and guest.

    O blessed legions resting there,
    You now are safe and blessed fore’er.
    So praise the Lord, who with His Word
    Sustained you on the way.
    You did the joys of earth disdain.
    You toiled and sowed in tears and pain.
    Rejoice and bring your fruits and sing
    Salvation’s glad refrain.
    Lift high your palms and raise your song,
    With blood, you purchased men for God.
    Let every voice in heav'n rejoice,
    To God you now belong!

    Text st.1,2: public domain. Text st.3: Koiné, Judas on Straight Street Publications.
    Tune: public domain.

  • Behold A Host, Arrayed In White
    from Gesangbuch

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Behold A Host, Arrayed In White from our album, Gesangbuch.

  • Brothers, sisters, let us gladly
    Give to God our all, our best --
    Service hearty, thorough, honest,
    With a living love impressed.
    All our duty, all our striving,
    All our time to him belong;
    Praise him, then, with true devotion;
    Come before him with a song.

    By his mercy, by his bounty,
    By the gift of Christ, his Son,
    What great goodness he has shown us,
    What high marvels he has done!
    Let us to him promptly, freely,
    Yield our bodies and our souls,
    Thankful that his love protects us,
    That his wisdom all controls.

    Gracious Lord, accept our service
    For the sake of Christ, your Son;
    Lo, our hope abides now only
    In the righteousness he won.
    Bless and save us; help and guide us;
    Watch to comfort and restore
    Till in heav'n we rest rejoicing,
    Praising you forevermore.

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Brothers, Sisters, Let Us Gladly
    from Gesangbuch

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Brothers, Sisters, Let Us Gladly from our album, Gesangbuch.

  • Built on the Rock the Church shall stand
    Even when steeples are falling.
    Crumbled have spires in ev'ry land;
    Bells still are chiming and calling,
    Calling the young and old to rest,
    But above all the soul distressed,
    Longing for rest everlasting.

    Surely in temples made with hands
    God, the Most High, is not dwelling;
    High above earth his temple stands,
    All earthly temples excelling.
    Yet he who dwells in heav'n above
    Chooses to live with us in love,
    Making our bodies his temple.

    We are God's house of living stones,
    Built for his own habitation.
    He through baptismal grace us owns
    Heirs of his wondrous salvation.
    Were we but two his name to tell,
    Yet he would deign with us to dwell
    With all his grace and his favor.

    Here stands the font before our eyes,
    Telling how God did receive us.
    Th' altar recalls Christ's sacrifice
    And what the sacrament gives us.
    Here sound the Scriptures that proclaim
    Christ yesterday, today, the same,
    And evermore, our Redeemer.

    Grant then, O God, your will be done,
    That, when the church bells are ringing,
    Many in saving faith may come
    Where Christ his message is bringing:
    "I know my own; my own know me.
    You, not the world, my face shall see.
    My peace I leave with you always."

    Text, Tune, Setting: public domain.

  • Christ is our cornerstone; On him alone we build.
    With his true saints alone The courts of heav'n are filled.
    On his great love Our hopes we place
    Of present grace And joys above.

    Oh, then, with hymns of praise These hallowed courts shall ring!
    Our voices we will raise The Three in One to sing
    And thus proclaim In joyful song,
    Both loud and long, That glorious name.

    Here, gracious God, do now And evermore draw near;
    Accept each faithful vow And all your children hear,
    And more and more On those who pray
    Each holy day Your blessing pour.

    Here may we gain from heav'n The grace which we implore,
    And may that grace, once giv'n, Be with us evermore
    Until that day When all the blest
    To endless rest Are called away!

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Christ is Our Cornerstone
    from Gesangbuch

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Christ is Our Cornerstone from our album, Gesangbuch.

  • Glory be to Jesus
    from Gesangbuch

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Glory be to Jesus from our album, Gesangbuch.

  • I hear the Savior calling! The gospel comes to me.
    My eyes once closed in blindness Are opened now to see
    That I myself was helpless To live eternally,
    But, dying, Christ did save me, And now he calls for me!

    I hear the Savior calling! He leads a soul to me,
    A soul in bitter anguish, One needing to be free.
    The gift I have to offer Is Christ, my Lord's decree
    That all have been forgiven -- My Savior calls for me!

    I hear the Savior calling! He gives this charge to me:
    To serve the best I'm able, Whate'er the call may be.
    Thus hand in hand with others Who share the gospel key
    We spread the gospel tidings -- My Savior calls for me!

    I hear the Savior calling! He changes hearts for me.
    From door to door I witness To share my Savior's plea;
    Yet nothing can be added, No word on bended knee,
    Beyond the simple gospel -- My Savior calls for me!

    I hear the Savior calling! His call has urgency!
    Each moment souls are dying; Soon comes eternity.
    And so, my precious Savior, This is my humble plea:
    Prepare me for my mission For you are calling me!

    *Text: c 1993 John C. Lawrenz. Used by permission. Tune: Martin Albrecht 1909-93. Used by permission.

  • Jerusalem the golden, With milk and honey blest --
    The sight of it refreshes The weary and oppressed.
    I know not, oh, I know not What joys await us there,
    What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare.

    They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song
    And bright with many an angel And all the martyr throng.
    The Prince is ever in them; The daylight is serene;
    The pastures of the blessed Are ever rich and green.

    There is the throne of David, And there, from care released,
    The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast;
    And they who with their leader Have conquered in the fight
    Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white.

    Oh, sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect!
    Oh, sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect!
    Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest;
    You are with God the Father And Spirit ever blest.

    Text, Tune, Setting: public domain.

  • Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me
    from Gesangbuch

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me from our album, Gesangbuch.

  • Jesus, priceless Treasure,
    Fount of purest pleasure, Truest Friend to me.
    Ah, how long in anguish
    Shall my spirit languish, Yearning, Lord, for thee?
    Thou art mine, O Lamb divine!
    I will suffer naught to hide thee, Naught I ask beside thee.

     

    In thine arms I rest me;
    Foes who would molest me Cannot reach me here.
    Though the earth be shaking,
    Ev'ry heart be quaking, Jesus calms my fear.
    Lightnings flash And thunders crash;
    Yet, tho' sin and hell assail me, Jesus will not fail me.

     

    Satan, I defy thee;
    Death, I now decry thee; Fear, I bid thee cease.
    World, thou shalt not harm me
    Nor thy threats alarm me While I sing of peace.
    God's great pow'r Guards ev'ry hour;
    Earth and all its depths adore him, Silent bow before him.

     

    Hence, all earthly treasure!
    Jesus is my pleasure; Jesus is my choice.
    Hence, all empty glory!
    Naught to me thy story Told with tempting voice.
    Pain or loss Or shame or cross
    Shall not from my Savior move me Since he deigns to love me.

     

    Hence, all fear and sadness!
    For the Lord of gladness, Jesus, enters in.
    Those who love the Father,
    Though the storms may gather, Still have peace within.
    Yea, whate'er I here must bear, Thou art still my purest pleasure,
    Jesus, priceless treasure!

    Text and Tune: public domain. *Setting: c 1982 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission of CPH.

  • Jesus, Priceless Treasure
    from Gesangbuch

    Happy Friday! This week's video is Jesus, Priceless Treasure from our album, Gesangbuch.

  • Jesus, Savior, pilot me
    Over life's tempestuous sea;
    Unknown waves before me roll,
    Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal.
    Chart and compass come from thee:
    Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

    As a mother stills her child,
    Thou canst hush the ocean wild.
    Boist'rous waves obey thy will
    When thou say'st to them, "Be still!"
    Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,
    Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

    When at last I near the shore
    And the fearful breakers roar
    'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
    Then, while leaning on thy breast,
    May I hear thee say to me,
    "Fear not! I will pilot thee."

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Lord of glory, you have bought us With your lifeblood as the price,
    Never grudging for the lost ones That tremendous sacrifice,
    And with that have freely given Blessings countless as the sand
    To th' unthankful and the evil With your own unsparing hand.

    Grant us hearts, dear Lord, to give you Gladly, freely, of your own.
    With the sunshine of your goodness Melt our thankless hearts of stone
    Till our cold and selfish natures, Warmed by you, at length believe
    That more happy and more blessed 'Tis to give than to receive.

    Wondrous honor you have given To our humblest charity
    In your own mysterious sentence, "You have done it unto me."
    Can it be, O gracious Master, That you need what we can do,
    Saying by your poor and needy, "Give as I have giv'n to you"?

    Yes, the sorrow and the suff'rings Which on ev'ry hand we view
    Channels are for gifts and off'rings Due by solemn right to you,
    Right of which we may not rob you, Debt we may not choose but pay
    Lest that face of love and pity Turn from us another day.

    Lord of glory, you have bought us With your lifeblood as the price,
    Never grudging for the lost ones That tremendous sacrifice.
    Give us faith to trust you boldly, Hope, to stay our souls on you;
    But, oh, best of all your graces, With your love our love renew.

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Lord, keep us steadfast in your Word;
    Curb those who by deceit or sword
    Would seek to overthrow your Son
    And to destroy what he has done.

     

    Lord Jesus Christ, your pow'r make known,
    For you are Lord of lords alone;
    Defend your Christendom that we
    May sing your praise eternally.

     

    O Comforter of priceless worth,
    Send peace and unity on earth.
    Support us in our final strife,
    And lead us out of death to life.

     

    Lord, keep us steadfast in your Word;
    Curb those who by deceit or sword
    Would seek to overthrow your Son
    And to destroy what he has done.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Lord, teach us how to pray aright, With rev'rence and with fear.
    Though dust and ashes in your sight, We may, we must draw near.

    We suffer if we cease from prayer; Oh, grant us pow'r to pray.
    And when to meet you we prepare, Lord, meet us on the way.

    Give deep humility; the sense Of godly sorrow give;
    A strong desire, with confidence, To hear your voice and live;

    Faith in the only sacrifice That can for sin atone,
    To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes On Christ, on Christ alone.

    Give these, and then your will be done; Thus strengthened with your might
    We, through your Spirit and your Son, Shall pray, and pray aright.

    Text and Tune: public domain.