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  • A mighty fortress is our God,
    A trusty shield and weapon;
    He helps us free from ev'ry need
    That has us now o'ertaken.
    The old evil foe Now means deadly woe;
    Deep guile and great might Are his dread arms in fight;
    On earth is not his equal.

    With might of ours can naught be done;
    Soon were our loss effected.
    But for us fights the valiant one
    Whom God himself elected.
    You ask, "Who is this?" Jesus Christ it is,
    The almighty Lord. And there's no other God;
    He holds the field forever.

    Though devils all the world should fill,
    All eager to devour us,
    We tremble not, we fear no ill;
    They shall not overpow'r us.
    This world's prince may still Scowl fierce as he will,
    He can harm us none. He's judged; the deed is done!
    One little word can fell him.

    The Word they still shall let remain,
    Nor any thanks have for it;
    He's by our side upon the plain
    With his good gifts and Spirit.
    And do what they will -- Hate, steal, hurt, or kill --
    Though all may be gone, Our victory is won;
    The kingdom's ours forever!

    Text and Tune: public domain. *Setting: c 1970 by Bärenreiter-Verlag; reprinted by permission.

  • Hands that placed the stars
    Reaching for the Virgin’s warm embrace.
    Word that once was spoke gathering waters,
    Cries into the night.

    Who is man that you mind?
    The Son of Man that you care?
    You placed him here beneath angels,
    A Son, Emmanuel.

    “You are my Son
    Today I have become your Father”
    Son now hear my voice,
    “Go unto my chosen people.”

    No burden they’ll ever bear,
    Will you, my Son not share.
    Like them in everyway
    From their sins you will save.

    Fit for a King, a crown, thorned with human sin and pride,
    ribboned with man’s disdain and lies.
    Pressed on all sides from the tempter’s whispered sins,
    “Who is man that you should mind?”

    “This is now my choice
    To walk among my fellow brothers.
    Wounds I won’t erase to bear the
    sin that’s pulled them from your heart. “

    “No skin of mine will be saved
    But for you will be slaved.”
    Beneath the light of angelic skies
    A Son, Emmanuel.

    Text: Koiné Tune: Koiné Copyright 2012 Judas on Straight Street Records

  • 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.

  • Oh Christ Lamb of God,
    you take away the sing of the world.
    Have mercy, have mercy, on us.
    Oh Christ Lamb of God,
    you take away the sing of the world.
    Have mercy, have mercy, on us.
    Oh Christ Lamb of God,
    you take away the sing of the world.
    Have mercy, have mercy, on us.

    Text: Public Domain (ref. John 1:29) Tune: Tracy Fedke, b. 1975, arr. Koiné

  • All glory be to God alone,
    Forevermore the highest one,
    Who did our sinful race befriend
    And grace and peace to us extend.
    Among mankind may his good will
    All hearts with deep thanksgiving fill.

    We praise you, God, and you we bless;
    We worship you in humbleness;
    From day to day we glorify
    The everlasting God on high.
    Of your great glory do we sing,
    And to your throne our thanks we bring.

    Lord God, our King on heaven's throne,
    Our Father, the Almighty One;
    O Lord, the Sole-begotten One,
    Lord Jesus Christ, the Father's Son,
    True God from all eternity,
    O Lamb of God -- to you we flee.

    You take the whole world's sin away;
    Have mercy on us, Lord, we pray.
    You take the whole world's sin away;
    Oh, listen to the prayer we say.
    From God's right hand, oh, send today
    Your mercy on us, Lord, we pray.

    You only are the Holy One;
    O'er all things you are Lord alone.
    O Jesus Christ, we glorify
    You and the Spirit, Lord most high;
    With him you evermore shall be
    One in the Father's majesty.

    *Text: c 1941 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission of CPH. Tune: public domain. *Setting: c 1990 Ronald L. Shilling. Used by permission.

  • All Glory, Laud, and Honor, to you redeemer King
    To whom the lips of children, made sweet hosannas ring
    You are the King of Israel and David’s royal Son.
    Now in the Lord’s name coming, our King and blessed one.

     

    “Hosanna in the highest!” That ancient song we sing,
    For Christ is our Redeemer, the Lord of heav’n, our King.
    Oh, may we ever praise him with heart and life and voice
    And in his royal presence eternally rejoice

     

    Redeemed, restored, forgiven through Jesus’ precious blood,
    Heirs of his home in heaven--Oh, praise our pard’ning God!
    Praise him in tuneful measures who gave his Son to die;
    Praise him whose sev’n-fold treasures enrich and sanctify.

     

    In our fair home shall never be silent music’s voice;
    With heart and lips forever we shall in God rejoice,
    The company of angels is praising you on high,
    And we with all creation in chorus make reply.

     

    Then let us praise the Father and worship God the Son
    And sing to God the Spirit, Eternal Three in One,
    Till all the ransomed number Who stand before the throne
    Ascribe all pow’r and glory and praise to God alone.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain. *Setting: c Bärenreiter-Verlag; reprinted by permission. *Descant: c 1993 Kermit G. Moldenhauer. Used by permission.

  • All glory to our Lord and God
    For love so deep, so high, so broad,
    The Trinity whom we adore
    Forever and forevermore.

    Forgive me, Lord, where I have erred
    By loveless act and thoughtless word.
    Make me to see the wrong I do
    Will hurt my neighbor, Lord, and you.

    With your own love may I be filled
    And by your Holy Spirit willed,
    That all I touch, whate'er I do.
    May be divinely touched by you.

    To God the Father, God the Son,
    And God the Spirit, Three in One,
    Shall glory, praise, and honor be
    Now and throughout eternity.

    V1 Text: attr. Thomas à Kempis, 1380-1471, abr.; tr. Benjamin Webb, 1820-1885, alt.
    V2, V3 Text: Olive Wise Spannaus, b. 1916, alt. Text: © 1969 Concordia Publishing House. Used by permission of CPH.
    V4 Text: Johannes Olearius, 1611-1684; tr. Matthias Loy, 1828-1915.
    Tune: Musicalisch Hand-Buch der Geistlichen Melodien, Hamburg, 1690, alt.

  • All praise to thee, my God, this night
    For all the blessings of the light.
    Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,
    Beneath thine own almighty wings.
    Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son
    The ill that I this day have done,
    That with the world, myself, and thee
    I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

     

    Teach me to live that I may dread
    The grave as little as my bed.
    Teach me to die so that I may
    Rise glorious at the awe-full day.
    Oh, may my soul on thee repose
    And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
    Sleep that shall me more vig'rous make
    To serve my God when I awake.

     

    When in the night I sleepless lie,
    My soul with heav'nly thoughts supply;
    Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
    No pow'rs of darkness me distress.
    Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
    Praise him, all creatures here below;
    Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
    Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

     

    Text and Tune: public domain

  • Amid the world's bleak wilderness
    A vineyard grows with promise green,
    The planting of the Lord himself.

    His love selected this terrain;
    His vine with love he planted here
    To bear the choicest fruit for him.

    We are his branches, chosen, dear,
    And though we feel the dresser's knife,
    We are the objects of his care.

    From him we draw the juice of life,
    For him supply his winery
    With fruit from which true joys derive.

    Vine, keep what I was meant to be:
    Your branch, with your rich life in me.

    Text: Jaroslav J. Vajda 1919- 2008
    Tune: Richard W. Hillert, b. 1923
    Text, Tune, Setting: © 1978 Lutheran Book of Worship. Reprinted by permission of Augsburg Fortress.

  • Angels from the realms of glory,
    Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
    Once you sang creation's story;
    Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
    Come and worship, come and worship,
    Worship Christ, the newborn King.

    Shepherds, in the fields abiding,
    Watching o'er your flocks by night,
    God with us is now residing --
    Yonder shines the infant light.
    Come and worship, come and worship,
    Worship Christ, the newborn King.

    Magi, leave your contemplations;
    Brighter visions beam afar.
    Seek the great desire of nations;
    You have seen the Savior's star.
    Come and worship, come and worship,
    Worship Christ, the newborn King.

    Saints before the altar bending,
    Watching long in hope and fear,
    Suddenly the Lord, descending,
    In his temple shall appear.
    Come and worship, come and worship,
    Worship Christ, the newborn King.

    Text: James Montgomery, 1771-1854, abr., alt.
    Tune: Henry T. Smart, 1813-79

  • Angels we have heard on high,
    Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
    And the mountains in reply,
    Echoing their joyous strains.

    Gloria in excelsis Deo;
    Gloria in excelsis Deo.

    Shepherds, why this jubilee?
    Why your joyous strains prolong?
    What the gladsome tidings be
    Which inspire your heav'nly song?

    Gloria in excelsis Deo;
    Gloria in excelsis Deo.

    Come to Bethlehem and see
    Him whose birth the angels sing;
    Come, adore on bended knee
    Christ the Lord, the newborn King.

    Gloria in excelsis Deo;
    Gloria in excelsis Deo.

    Text: Nouveau recueil de cantiques, 1855; tr. The Crown of Jesus, Part 2, London, 1862, alt. Tune: Nouveau recueil de cantiques, 1855

  • Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
    The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
    The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
    The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

    The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
    But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
    I love you, Lord Jesus; look down from the sky,
    And stay by my side until morning is nigh.

    Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask you to stay
    Close by me forever and love me, I pray.
    Bless all the dear children in your tender care,
    And take us to heaven to live with you there.

    Text: Little Children’s Book, Philadelphia, 1885, st. 1-2; Vineyard Songs, Louisville, 1892, st. 3 Tune: William J. Kirkpatrick, 1838-1921

  • 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 Branch is growing Of loveliest form and grace,
    As prophets sang, foreknowing; It springs from Jesse's race
    And bears one little flow'r In midst of coldest winter,
    At deepest midnight hour.

    Isaiah had foretold it In words of promise sure,
    And Mary's arms enfold it, A virgin meek and pure.
    Through God's eternal will This child to her is given
    At midnight calm and still.

    The shepherds heard the story Proclaimed by angels bright,
    How Christ, the Lord of glory, Was born on earth this night.
    To Bethlehem they sped And in the manger found him,
    As angel heralds said.

    This flow'r, so small and tender, With fragrance fills the air;
    His brightness ends the darkness That kept the earth in fear.
    True God and yet true man, He came to save his people
    From earth's dark night of sin.

    O Savior, Child of Mary, Who felt our human woes,
    O Savior, King of glory, Who conquered all our foes,
    Bring us at last, we pray, To the bright courts of heaven
    And to the endless day.

    Text and Tune: public domain.

  • Blessed Jesus, living Bread,
    By your self our souls are fed:
    Give us all the eyes to see
    All that you were sent to be.

    “What is it?” old Israel cried,
    Ate it, and was satisfied.
    Now the same prolific hand
    Feeds them in a barren land.

    Not by this world’s bread alone
    Can our life become full-grown,
    But by every word that goes
    From the mouth of God one grows.

    On that table made of wood
    Lies our sacramental food:
    “Take and eat and live” you call,
    “Here is life for each and all!”

    Ah, what welcome words you speak:
    Comfort to revive the weak,
    God’s own wisdom, hope, and cheer
    Starving souls are blest to hear.

    Word incarnate, Word divine,
    Word that comes in bread and wine:
    Love that we have come to know:
    Lord, to whom else shall we go?

    We are in that crowd you fed
    With your blest, abundant Bread.
    Moved by every human care
    Bless the Bread we eat and share.

    Text: Jaroslav J. Vajda, b. 1919
    Tune: Traditional

  • 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.

  • By grace I'm saved, grace free and boundless;
    My soul, believe and doubt it not.
    Why waver at this word of promise?
    Has Scripture ever falsehood taught?
    So then this word must true remain:
    By grace you, too, shall heav'n obtain.

    By grace God's Son, our only Savior,
    Came down to earth to bear our sin.
    Was it because of your own merit
    That Jesus died, your soul to win?
    No, it was grace, and grace alone,
    That brought him from his heav'nly throne.

    By grace! Oh, mark this word of promise
    When you are by your sins oppressed,
    When Satan plagues your troubled conscience,
    And when your heart is seeking rest.
    What reason cannot comprehend
    God by his grace to you did send.

    By grace to timid hearts that tremble,
    In tribulation's furnace tried --
    By grace, despite all fear and trouble,
    The Father's heart is open wide.
    Where could I help and strength secure
    If grace were not my anchor sure?

    By grace! On this I'll rest when dying;
    In Jesus' promise I rejoice.
    For though I know my heart's condition,
    I also know my Savior's voice.
    My heart is glad; all grief has flown
    Since I am saved by grace alone.

    Text, Tune, Setting: public domain.