Archive for the ‘Lent/Confession of Sin’ Category

O Lord, Turn Not Thy Face Away   1 comment

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Above:  All Angels Episcopal Church, Eatonton, Georgia, January 22, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1562) by John Marckant; altered by Reginald Heber (1783-1826)

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1941), Evangelical and Reformed Church

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O Lord, turn not Thy face away

From them that lowly lie,

Lamenting sore their sinful life

With tears and bitter cry.

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Thy mercy gates are open wide

To them that mourn their sin;

O shout them not against us, Lord,

But let us enter in.

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And need we, then, O Lord, repeat

The blessing which we crave,

When Thou dost know, before we speak,

The thing that we would have?

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Mercy, O Lord, mercy we ask,

This is the total sum;

For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer,

O let Thy mercy come!

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This is post #1800 of GATHERED PRAYERS.

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Salvation Unto Us Is Come   1 comment

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Above:  Paul Speratus

Image in the Public Domain

Original German Text (1523) by Paul Speratus, during or shortly after his political incarceration (for being a Protestant) in Moravia

Composite Translation

Hymn Source = Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary (1996), Evangelical Lutheran Synod

This, perhaps the most Lutheran of hymns, is a staple in many Lutheran hymnals.  However, the majority of Lutheran hymnals I have consulted include no more than 10 stanzas.  The full text is 14 stanzas long.

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Salvation unto us is come

By God’s free grace and favor.

Good works cannot avert our doom;

They help and save us never.

Faith looks to Jesus Christ alone,

Who did for all the world atone;

He is our one Redeemer.

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What God doth in His law demand

No man to Him could render.

Before this Judge all guilty stand;

His law speaks curse in thunder.

The law demands a perfect heart;

We were defiled in ev’ry part,

And lost was our condition.

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False dreams deluded minds did fill,

That God His law had given,

As if to Him we could at will

Earn grace and enter heaven.

The law is but a mirror bright

To bring the inbred sin to sight

That lurks within our nature.

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From sin our flesh could not abstain,

Sin held its sway unceasing;

The task was useless and in vain,

Our guilt was e’er increasing.

None can remove sin’s poisoned dart

Or purify our guilty heart,

So deep is our corruption.

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Still all the law fulfilled must be,

Else we were lost forever,

Then God His Son send down that He

Might us from doom deliver;

He all the law for us fulfilled

And thus His Father’s anger stilled

Which over us impended.

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As Christ hath full atonement made

And brought us to salvation,

So may each Christian now be glad

And build on this foundation:

Thy grace alone, dear Lord, I plead,

Thy death now is my life indeed,

For Thou hast paid my ransom.

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Not doubting this, I trust in Thee,

Thy Word cannot be broken,

Thou all dost call, “Come unto me!”

No falsehood hast Thou spoken:

“He who believes and is baptized,

He shall be saved,” say’st Thou, O Christ,

And he shall never perish.

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The just is he–and he alone–

Who by this faith is living,

The faith that by good works is shown,

To God the glory giving;

Faith gives thee peace with God above,

But thou thy neighbor, too, must love,

If thou art new created.

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The law reveals the guilt of sin,

And makes man conscience-stricken;

The gospel then doth enter in,

The sin-sick soul to quicken.

Come to the cross, look up and live!

The law no peace to thee doth give,

Nor can its deeds bring comfort.

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Faith to the cross of Christ doth cling

And rests in Him securely;

And forth from it good works must spring

As fruits and tokens surely;

Still faith doth justify alone,

Works serve thy neighbor and make known

The faith that lives within thee.

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Hope waits for the accepted hour

Till God give joy for mourning;

When He displays His healing pow’r,

Thy sighs to songs are turning.

Thy needs are known unto thy Lord,

And He is faithful to His Word,

This is our hope’s foundation.

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Though it may seem He hears thee not,

Count not thyself forsaken;

Thy wants are ne’er by Him forgot,

Let this thy hope awaken;

His word is sure, here is thy stay,

Though doubts may plague thee on thy way,

Let not thy faith be shaken.

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All blessing, honor, thanks and praise,

To Father, Son, and Spirit,

The God who saved us by His grace,

All glory to His merit.

O Father in the heav’ns above,

The work begun performs Thy love,

Thy worthy name be hallowed.

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Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

In earth, as ’tis in heaven.

Keep us in live, by grace led on,

Forgiving and forgiven;

Save Thou us in temptation’s hour,

And from all ills; Thine is the pow’r,

And all the glory, Amen!

Dost Thou Truly Seek Renown   3 comments

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Above:  The Crucifixion of Jesus

Image in the Public Domain

Anonymous Latin Text, 13th-15th Centuries

English Translation by John Athelstan Laurie Riley (1858-1945)

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

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Dost thou truly seek renown

Christ his glory sharing?

Wouldst thou win the heavenly crown

Victor’s meed declaring?

Tread the path the Saviour trod,

Look upon the crown of God,

See what he is wearing.

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This the King of heaven bore

In that sore contending;

This his sacred temples wore,

Honour to it lending;

In this helm he faced the foe,

On the Rood he laid him low,

Satan’s kingdom ending.

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Christ upon the Tree of Scorn,

In salvation’s hour,

Turned to gold these pricks of thorn

By his Passion’s power;

So on sinners, who had earned

Endless death, from sin returned,

Endless blessings shower.

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When in death’s embrace we lie,

Then, good Lord, be near us;

With thy presence fortify,

And with victory cheer us;

Turn our erring hearts to thee,

That we crowned for ay may be:

O good Jesu, hear us!

Lord God, Our Father   3 comments

St. Paul's, Newnan

Above:  St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, Newnan, Georgia, January 26, 2014

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Lutheran Hymnary (1935), Norwegian Lutheran Church of America

Traditional Latin Text

Norwegian Translation (1861) by Magnus Brostrup Landstad (1802-1880)

English Translation (1909) by Carl Doving (1867-1937)

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1.  Lord God, our Father, Thou our chiefest stay,

Thou art our souls’ delight for aye!

O hearken to our humble prayer:

Forgive our sins and us in mercy spare!

Have mercy on us, O Lord!

2.  Lord Jesus Christ, God’s true light and way,

Shepherd of souls, to Thee we pray:

Thou wast for our salvation slain,

Let not Thy death and sufferings be in vain!

Have mercy on us, O Lord!

3.  Lord God, the Holy Ghost, Thee we implore

Be with us now and evermore!

Lead us to God, His grace to win,

And leave us not to perish in our sin!

Have mercy on us, O Lord!

Dies Irae   2 comments

The Day of Judgment Fra Angelico

Above:  The Day of Judgment, by Fra Angelico

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905), Methodist Episcopal Church and Methodist Episcopal Church, South

Original Latin Text by Thomas of Celano (circa 1200-1255/1265)

English Translation (1848) by William Josiah Irons (1812-1883)

Father Irons, a Tractarian priest of the Church of England, translated the Dies Irae after hearing a choir of priests sing the text at the requiem mass of Denis-Auguste Affre, the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Paris, who died violently while trying to discourage violence during the French Revolution of 1848.

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1.  Day of wrath! O day of mourning!

See the prophets’ warning,

Heaven and earth in ashes burning!

2.  O what fear man’s bosom rendeth,

When from heaven the Judge descendeth,

On whose sentence all dependeth!

3.  Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth;

Through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth;

All before the throne it bringeth.

4.  Death is struck, and nature quaking,

All creation is awaking,

To its Judge an answer making.

5.  Lo! the Book exactly worded,

Wherein all hath been recorded:

Thence shall judgment be awarded.

6.  When the Judge his seat attaineth,

And each hidden deed arraigneth,

Nothing unavenged remaineth.

7.  What shall I, frail man, be pleading?

Who for me be interceding,

When the just are mercy needing?

8.  King of Majesty tremendous,

Who dost free salvation send us,

Fount of pity, then befriend us!

9.  Think, good Jesu, my salvation

Cost thy wondrous Incarnation;

Leave me not to reprobation!

10.  Faint and weary, thou hast sought me,

On the Cross of suffering bought me.

Shall such grace be vainly brought me?

11.  Righteous Judge! for sin’s pollution

Grant thy gift of absolution,

Ere that day of retribution.

12.  Guilty, now I pour my moaning,

All my shame with anguish owning:

Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!

13.  Thou the sinful woman savedst;

Thou the dying thief forgavest;

And to me a hope vouchsafest.

14.  Worthless are my prayers and sighing,

Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,

Rescue me from fires undying!

15.  With thy favored sheep O place me!

Nor among the goats abase me;

But to thy right hand upraise me.

16.  While the wicked are confounded,

Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,

Call me with thy saints surrounded.

17.  Low I kneel, with heart submission,

See, like ashes, my contrition;

Help me in my last condition.

18.  Ah! that day of tears and mourning!

From the dust of earth returning

Man for judgment must prepare him;

19.  Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!

Lord, all pitying, Jesu blest,

Grant us thine eternal rest.

Kind Maker of the World   2 comments

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Above:  The Right Reverend Robert C. Wright, Bishop of Atlanta, at St. James Episcopal Church, Macon, Georgia, March 17, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

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Hymn Source = The Hymnal 1940, of The Episcopal Church

Words (originally in Latin) attributed to St. Gregory I “the Great” (540-604), Bishop of Rome (590-604)

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1.  Kind maker of the world, O hear

The fervent prayer, with many a tear

Poured forth by all the penitent

Who keep this holy fast of Lent!

2.  Each heart is manifest to thee;

Thou knowest our infirmity;

Now we repent, and seek thy face;

Grant unto us thy pardoning grace.

3.  Spare us, O Lord, who now confess

Our sins and all our wickedness,

And, for the glory of thy Name,

Our weakened souls to health reclaim.

4.  Give us the self-control that springs

From abstinence in outward things;

That from each stain and spot of sin,

Our souls may keep the fast within.

5.  Grant, O thou blessed Trinity;

Grant, O unchanging Unity;

That this our fast of forty days

May work our profit and they praise!

Grant, Lord Jesus, that My Healing   6 comments

Above:  What Our Saviour Saw from the Cross, by James Joseph Jacques Tissot (1836-1902)

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = Lutheran Worship (1982), of The Lutheran Church–Missouri Synod

Original German words by Johann Heermann (1585-1647)

English Translation by F. Samuel Janzow (1913-2001), U.S. Lutheran pastor and professor of religion and English

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1.  Grant, Lord Jesus, that my healing

In your holy wounds I find.

Cleanse my spirit, will, and feeling;

Heal my body, soul, and mind.

When some evil thought within

Tempts my wayward heart to sin,

Work in me for its eviction,

Weighted by your crucifixion.

2.  If some lust in current fashion

Rises like a fi’ry flood,

Draw me to your cross and Passion,

Quench the fire, Lord, by your blood.

Lest I to the tempter yield,

Let me front him with the shield,

Thorn-crowned, blood-marked tree displaying,

Sign the devils find dismaying.

3.  Beckoned by the world’s old question,

“Going my broad, easy road?”

Let me turn from its suggestion

To the agonizing load

Which for me you did endure.

Let me thus flee thoughts impure

Lest I toy with soiled emotions,

Losing joy in blest devotions.

4.  Where the wound is and the hurting,

Pour in oil and cleansing wine.

Let your cross, its pow’r asserting,

Touch my life with grace divine.

Ev’ry bitter cup make sweet,

Bread of comfort let me eart.

For you won my soul’s salvation

By your death for ev’ry nation.

5.  Jesus, rock of strength, my tower,

In your death I put my trust.

When you died, death lost its power,

When you rose, it turned to dust.

Let your bitter agony,

Suffered for us, comfort me.

Dying, Lord, in its protection,

I have life and resurrection.