ADDENDUM

Above:  Pentecost Dove

Image Scanned from a Bulletin

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Author (in German) = Michael Schirmer (1606-1673)

English Translator = Catherine Winkworth (1829-1878)

Hymn Source = The Chorale Book for England (1863); this text is hymn #71

Although four hymnal companion volumes I have consulted insist that the translation of this hymn as “O Holy Spirit, Enter In” is of Winkworth, going to the primary source–her Chorale Book for England–proves otherwise.

The only change I have made to Winkworth’s translation is to replace some instances of “f” with “s.”  Therefore, for example, “my fprit’s gueft” has become “my spirit’s guest.”

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O enter, Lord, Thy temple,

Be Thou my spirit’s guest!

Who at my birth did give me

A second birth more blest.

Thou in the Godhead, Lord,

Though here to dwell Thou deignest,

For ever equal reignest,

Art equally adored.

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O enter, let my know Thee,

And feel Thy power within,

The power that breaks our fetters,

And rescues us from sin;

So wash and cleanse Thou me,

That I may serve Thee truly,

And render honour duly

With perfect heart to Thee.

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‘Tis Thou, O Spirit, teachest

The foul to pray aright;

Thy songs have sweetest music,

Thy prayers have wondrous might;

Unheard they cannot fall,

They pierce the highest heaven,

Till He His help hath given

Who surely helpeth all.

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Joy is Thy gift, O Spirit!

Thou wouldst not have us pine;

In darkest hours Thy comfort

Doth aye most brightly shine;

Ah then how oft Thy voice

Hath fled its sweetness o’er me,

And open’d heaven before me,

And bid my heart rejoice!

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All love is Thine, O Spirit!

Thou hatest enmity;

Thou lovest peace and friendship,

All strife wouldst have us flee;

Where wrath and discord reign

Thy whisper inly pleadeth,

And to the heart that heedeth

Brings love and light again.

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The whole wide world, O Spirit!

Upon Thy hands doth rest,

Our wayward hearts Thou turnest

As it may seem Thee best;

Once more Thy power make known!

As Thou hast done so often,

Convert the wicked, soften

To tears the heart of stone.

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With holy zeal then fill us,

To keep the faith still pure;

And bless our lands and houses

With wealth that may endure;

And make that foe to flee

Who in us with Thee striveth,

From out our heart he driveth

Whate’er delighteth Thee.

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Order our path in all things

According to Thy mind,

And when this life is over,

And must be all resign’d,

Oh grant us then to die

With calm and fearless spirit,

And after death inherit

Eternal life on high.

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A Collection of Hymns and Liturgy for the Use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches (The Evangelical Lutheran Ministerium of the State of New-York, 1844) includes the following translation, as hymn #184.  The Collection does not identify the translator.

Come, gracious Spirit, heav’nly Dove

With light and comfort from above.

Be Thou our guardian, thou our guide;

O’er ev’ry thought and step preside.

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Conduct us safe, conduct us far

From ev’ry sin and hurtful snare;

Lead to thy word that rules must give,

And teach us lessons how to live.

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The light of truth to us display,

That we may know and love thy way;

Plant holy fear in ev’ry heart,

That we from thee may ne’er depart.

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Lead us to righteousness, the road

That we must take, to dwell with God;

Lead us to heav’n, the seat of bliss,

Where pleasure in perfection is.

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Above:  Country Churchyard, Monona County, Iowa, 1940

Photographer = John Vachon (1914-1975)

Image Source = Library of Congress

Reproduction Number = LC-USF34-060720-D

Text (1832) by Margaret Mackay (1802-1887)

Hymn Source = William Gustave Polack, The Handbook to the Lutheran Hymnal (1942), Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America

Margaret Mackay wrote more hymns than this one, but “Asleep in Jesus” is the most popular of her works of that genre.  (I had to consult obscure and long out-of-print sources at archive.org to find other hymns she wrote.)  This hymn debuted in The Amethyst; or Christian’s Annual (1832).  She composed the text after visiting a rural cemetery, that of Pennycross Chapel, or the Chapel of St. Pancras, in Devonshire, England.

Seldom does a hymnal contain all six stanzas.  I have a collection of hymnals old and recent (mostly old).  Usually, when I found this hymn, I found four stanzas–not always the same ones.  Occasionally I located five stanzas on a page.  I had to resort to a hymnal companion volume to find all six stanzas.

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Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep;

A calm and undisturbed repose,

Unbroken by the land of woes.

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Asleep in Jesus! Oh, how sweet

To be for such a slumber meet,

With holy confidence to sing

That death has lost his venomed sting!

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Asleep in Jesus! Peaceful rest,

Whose waking is supremely blest;

No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour

That manifests the Saviour’s power.

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Asleep in Jesus! Oh, for me

May such a blissful refuge be!

Securely shall my ashes lie

And wait the summons from on high.

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Asleep in Jesus! Time nor space

Debars this precious “hiding-place”;

On Indian plains or Lapland snows

Believers find the same repose.

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Asleep in Jesus! Far from Thee

Thy kindred and their graves may be;

But there is still a blessed sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep.

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Above:  Icon of the Holy Trinity, by Andrei Rublev

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = American Lutheran Hymnal (1930), The American Lutheran Church (1930-1960) and its immediate predecessor bodies

Original German Text by Johann Konrad Wilhelm Loehe (1808-1872)

English Translation (1894) by Harriet Reynolds Krauth Spaeth (1845-1925)

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O Son of God, in co-eternal might,

O Son of Man, clothed in the living light

Of Godhead manifest, in pow’r and glory;

Lord Jesus Christ, Thou sole Desire

That doth Thy longing worshippers inspire,

For Thee alone my spirit yearns in me;

No, bliss I find until I am with Thee.

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The field is golden, flow’rs the meadow strew,

The mountains rise sublime, the skies are blue;

In these the child of earth may well find pleasure;

I too, rejoice in all of them,

But, not content, I want Jerusalem.

Where Thou art throned, thither sets my sail;

Home is not home, except within the veil.

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Angelic legions, in Thy brightness bright,

Gaze on Thy face; my fathers share the sight;

The God-man’s matchless glory is unshrouded,

And from that vision, to the soul

Unmeasured waves of joy supernal roll,

That rise in full and ever fuller tone,

Like ocean surges, to the Lamb’s white throne.

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Then let me go–what further hinders me?–

To mine own folk, the Son of Man to see.

No glance will I; of that majestic beauty

My eager soul would take her fill.

Joy even now, and trembling, thro’ me thrill.

I must away! Thou hast prepared my place;

My spirit panteth, Lord, to see Thy face.

Above:  Icon of the Nativity of St. John the Baptist

Image in the Public Domain

A hymn for the Feast of the Nativity of St. John the Baptist (June 24)

Hymn Source = Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal (1880), Evangelical Lutheran Joint Synod of Ohio and Other States (1818-1930)

(The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, contains an altered translation)

Original German Words (Published in 1646) by Bartholomaus Helder (1585-1635)

English Translation (1880) by August Crull (1845-1923)

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1.  O Jesus, Lamb of God, Thou art

The Life and Comfort of my heart.

From wrath I, wretched sinner, flee

With all my many sins to Thee.

2.  O God, my sinfulness is great!

I groan beneath a dreadful weight;

Yet, be Thou merciful, I pray,

And take my guilty curse away.

3.  St. John, the Baptist, biddeth me

To cast my burden, Lamb, on Thee:

Since Thou art come, as Friend indeed,

To succor me and all in need.

4.  Grant that I may amend my ways,

And keep Thy Word throughout my days:

To this end, Lord, abide with me,

And when I die take me to Thee.

Above:  Mt. Hermon, Scene of the Transfiguration

Image Source = Library of Congress

Reproduction Number = LC-DIG-matpc-22609

Hymn Source = The Lutheran Hymnal (1941), Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America

Words (1888) by J. (Joseph) Armitage Robinson (1858-1933)

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1.  ‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,

Thy glory fills the night;

Thy face and garments, like the sun,

Shine with unborrowed light.

2.  ‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,

Thy beauty to behold

Where Moses and Elijah stand,

Thy messengers of old.

3.  Fulfiller of the past,

Promise of things to be,

We hail Thy body glorified

And our redemption see.

4.  Before we taste of death,

We see Thy kingdom come;

We fain would hold the vision bright

And make this hill our home.

5.  ‘Tis good, Lord, to be here.

Yet we may not remain;

But since Thou bidst us leave the mount,

Come with us to the plain.

Above:  The Adoration of the Shepherds, by Andrea Mantegna

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1912), U.S. Congregationalist

Words (1895) by Tudor Jenks (1857-1922)

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1.  When  mother love makes all things bright,

When joy comes with the morning light;

When children gather round their tree,

Thou, Christmas Babe, we sing of thee.

2.  When manhood’s brows are bent in thought

To learn what men of old have taught,

When eager hands seek wisdom’s key,

Wise Temple Child, we learn of thee!

3.  When doubts assail, and perils fright,

When, groping blindly in the night,

We strive to read life’s mystery,

Man of the Mount, we turn to thee!

4.  When shadows of the valley fall,

When sin and death the soul appall,

One light we through the darkness see–

Christ on the Cross, we cry to thee!

5.  And when the world shall pass away,

And dawns at length the perfect day,

In glory shall our souls made free,

Thou God enthroned, then worship thee.

Above:  Christ the Merciful, Twelfth Century C.E.

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1911), Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

Original Latin text by St. Gregory the Great (circa 540-604), Bishop of Rome

English Translation (1858) by Ray Palmer (1808-1887), U.S. Congregationalist minister

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1.  O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord,

Saviour of all who trust Thy word,

To them who seek Thee ever near,

Now to our praises bend Thine ear.

2.  In Thy dear cross a grace is found–

It flows from every streaming wound–

Whose power our inbred sin controls,

Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls.

3.  Thou didst create the stars of night;

Yet Thou has veiled in flesh Thy light,

Hast deigned a mortal form to wear,

A mortal’s painful lot to bear.

4.  When Thou didst hang upon the tree,

The quaking earth acknowledged Thee;

When Thou didst there yield up Thy breath,

Then world grew dark as shades of death.

5.  Now in the Father’s glory high,

Great Conqueror, never more to die,

Us by Thy mighty power defend,

And reign through ages without end.

Above:  The Hymn

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Words by Frederick Lucian Hosmer (1840-1929)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1905)

A Hymn for the Feast of the Transfiguration

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1.  Not always on the mount may we

Rapt in the heavenly vision be;

The shores of thought and feeling know

The Spirit’s tidal ebb and flow.

2.  Lord, it is good abiding here

We cry, the heavenly presence near;

The vision vanishes, our eyes

Are lifted into vacant skies!

3.  Yet hath one such exalted hour,

Upon the soul redeeming power,

And in its strength through after days

We travel our appointed ways;

4.  Till all the lowly vale grows bright,

Transfigured in remembered light,

And in untiring souls we bear

The freshness of the upper air.

5.  The mount for vision,–but below

The paths of daily duty go,

And nobler life therein shall own

The pattern on the mountain shown.

Above:  The Church of the Common Ground, Atlanta, Georgia, Pentecost Sunday, May 27, 2013

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

(https://plus.google.com/photos/114749828757741527421/albums/5747753061038560353/5747973130817681698?banner=pwa&pid=5747973130817681698&oid=114749828757741527421)

Original Norwegian words (1786) by the Reverend Johan Nordahl Brun, a Lutheran pastor, poet, and playwright

English translation by the Reverend George Alfred Taylor Rygh (1860-1943)

Hymn Source = Hymnal for Church and Home, Third Edition (1938), of the American Evangelical Lutheran Church and the United Evangelical Lutheran Church, denominations with Danish heritage

http://blogatheologica.wordpress.com/2013/07/22/assembled-in-this-thy-house-danish-american-lutherans-1870-1962/

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1.  Heavenly Spirit, all others transcending,

Thou who with Father and Son dost abide!

Come and make ready the heavenly bride!

Calling and gath’ring, and Jesus declaring,

Building God’s Church, shedding light from above,

Come, O Thou Spirit of God, never tiring,

Come and interpret God’s wonderful love!

2.  Merciful Jesus, with love never failing,

Sending Thy Spirit, the pledge ever new,

That Thy atonement for all is availing,

Faith ever sees that Thy promise is true.

Crown’d are Thy servants with heavenly fire,

Speaking with hearts and with tongues all aflame;

Heavenly Spirit, our voices inspire,

That we may sing of His glorious name!

3.  Heav’nly Comforter, with unction celestial,

Heal Thou the wounds of each sin-burden’d heart!

Strengthen our faith, and with zeal Pentecostal

Fill our faint souls, and Thy blessings inpart!

Create within s new hearts and new spirits;

Lead us in truth, and sustain us in woe;

Teach us true faith in the dear Savior’s merits,

So that at death we Thy power may know!

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Above:  The Right Reverend Keith Whitmore, Assistant Bishop of Atlanta, at St. Patrick’s Episcopal Church, Dunwoody, Georgia, Pentecost Sunday, May 27, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Original Danish Words by Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig (1783-1872)

English Translation by the Reverend J. C. Aaberg (1877-1970)

Hymn Source = Hymnal for Church and Home, Third Edition (1938), of the American Evangelical Lutheran Church and the United Evangelical Lutheran Church, denominations with Danish heritage

http://blogatheologica.wordpress.com/2013/07/22/assembled-in-this-thy-house-danish-american-lutherans-1870-1962/

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1.  Holy Spirit, still our sorrow,

In our hearts Thy light reveal,

Turn our darkness into morrow

And the fount of life unseal;

Give us comfort, strength and breath,

Light in darkness, life in death.

2.  God’s eternal might and glory

Lie reveal’d before Thy sight,

And salvation’s wondrous story

Thou alone canst bring to light

When to us from heav’n above

Thou descendest with God’s love.

3.  Maker of the new creation,

Prove to us what Thou can’st do,

Save us from the foe’s temptation,

Through God’s Word our faith renew,

Build Thy temple in our breast,

Fill Thy house with peace and rest.