I am a pilgrim

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1. I am a pilgrim and a stranger,
trav´ling through this wearisome land.
I got a home in that yonder city,
good Lord,
and it´s not made, not made by hand.

2. I got a mother, a sister and brother,
who have gone to that sweet land.
I´m determined to go and see them,
good Lord,
all over that distant shore.

3. As I go down to that river Jordan,
just to bathe my weary soul,
if I could touch but the hem of His garment,
good Lord,
well, I believe it would make me whole.

Jesus, keep me near the cross

1. Jesus, keep me near the cross; 
there a precious fountain, 
free to all, a healing stream, 
flows from Calvary's mountain. 
In the cross, in the cross, 
be my glory ever, 
till my raptured soul shall find 
rest beyond the river. 

2. Near the cross, a trembling soul, 
love and mercy found me; 
there the bright and morning star 
sheds its beams around me. 
In the cross...

3. Near the cross! O Lamb of God, 
bring its scenes before me; 
help me walk from day to day 
with its shadow o'er me. 
In the cross... 

4. Near the cross I'll watch and wait, 
hoping, trusting ever, 
till I reach the golden strand 
just beyond the river. 
In the cross...

He´s risen, he´s risen, Christ Jesus, the Lord

1. He’s risen, he’s risen, Christ Jesus, the Lord; death’s prison he opened, incarnate, true Word. Break forth, hosts of heaven, in jubilant song 
while earth, sea, and mountain the praises prolong.  

2. The foe was triumphant when on Calvary,
the Lord of creation was nailed to the tree. 
In Satan’s domain his hosts shouted and jeered, for Jesus was slain, whom the evil ones feared. 

3. But short was their triumph, the Savior arose, and death, hell, and Satan he vanquished, his foes; the conquering Lord lifts his banner on high. 
He lives, yes, he lives, and will nevermore die. 

4. Oh, where is your sting, death? We fear you no more; 
Christ rose, and now open is fair Eden’s door. 
For all our transgressions his blood does atone; redeemed and forgiven, we now are his own. 

5. Then sing your hosannas and raise your glad voice; 
proclaim the blest tidings that all may rejoice. Laud, honor, and praise to the Lamb that was slain; 
in glory he reigns, yes, and ever shall reign.

Shepherds in the field abiding

1. Shepherds in the field abiding, 
tell us, when the seraph bright 
greeted you with wondrous tiding 
what you saw and heard that night. 
//: Gloria in excelsis Deo :// 

2. We beheld it (it is no fable), 
God incarnate, King of bliss, 
swathed and cradled in a stable, 
and the angel strain was this: 
//: Gloria in excelsis Deo ://

3. Choristers on high were singing, 
Jesus and his Virgin birth 
heavenly bells the while a-ring, 
"Peace, good will to men on earth." 
//: Gloria in excelsis Deo :// 

4. Thanks, good herdmen, true your story, 
have with you to Bethlehem; 
angels hymn the King of glory, 
carol we with you and them: 
//: Gloria in excelsis Deo ://

In the hour of my distress (Litany to the Holy Spirit)

LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT

1. In the hour of my distress, 
when temptations me oppress, 
and when I my sins confess, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

2. When I lie within my bed, 
sick in heart and sick in head, 
and with doubts discomforted, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

3. When the house doth sigh and weep, 
and the world is drown'd in sleep, 
yet mine eyes the watch do keep, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

4. When the passing bell doth toll, 
and the Furies in a shoal 
come to fright a parting soul, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

5. When the tapers now burn blue, 
and the comforters are few, 
and that number more than true, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me! 

6. When the priest his last hath pray'd, 
and I nod to what is said,
 'cause my speech is now decay'd, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

7. When, God knows, I'm toss'd about 
either with despair or doubt; 
yet before the glass be out, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

8. When the tempter me pursu'th 
with the sins of all my youth, 
and half damns me with untruth, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

9. When the flames and hellish cries 
fright mine ears and fright mine eyes, 
and all terrors me surprise, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

10. When the Judgment is reveal'd, 
and that open'd which was seal'd, 
when to Thee I have appeal'd, 
sweet Spirit, comfort me!

Crown him with many crowns

1. Crown Him with many crowns, 
the Lamb upon His throne. 
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns 
all music but its own. 
Awake, my soul, and sing 
of Him who died for thee, 
and hail Him as thy matchless King 
through all eternity. 

2. Crown Him the virgin’s Son, 
the God incarnate born, 
whose arm those crimson trophies won 
which now His brow adorn; 
fruit of the mystic rose,
as of that rose the stem; 
the root whence mercy ever flows, 
the Babe of Bethlehem. 

3. Crown Him the Son of God, 
before the worlds began, 
and ye who tread where He hath trod, 
crown Him the Son of Man; 
who every grief hath known 
that wrings the human breast, 
and takes and bears them for His own, 
that all in Him may rest. 

4. Crown Him the Lord of life, 
who triumphed over the grave, 
and rose victorious in the strife 
for those He came to save. 
His glories now we sing, 
who died, and rose on high, 
who died eternal life to bring, 
and lives that death may die. 

5. Crown Him the Lord of peace, 
whose power a scepter sways 
from pole to pole, that wars may cease, 
and all be prayer and praise. 
His reign shall know no end, 
and round His piercèd feet 
fair flowers of paradise extend 
their fragrance ever sweet. 

6. Crown Him the Lord of love, 
behold His hands and side, 
those wounds, yet visible above, 
in beauty glorified. 
No angel in the sky 
can fully bear that sight, 
but downward bends his burning eye 
at mysteries so bright. 

7. Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, 
enthroned in worlds above, 
crown Him the King to Whom is given t
he wondrous name of Love. 
Crown Him with many crowns, 
as thrones before Him fall; 
crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, 
for He is King of all. 

8. Crown Him the Lord of lords, 
who over all doth reign, 
who once on earth, the incarnate Word, 
for ransomed sinners slain, 
now lives in realms of light, 
where saints with angels sing 
their songs before Him day and night, 
their God, Redeemer, King. 

9. Crown Him the Lord of years, 
the Potentate of time, 
creator of the rolling spheres, 
ineffably sublime. 
All hail, Redeemer, hail! 
For Thou has died for me; 
Thy praise and glory shall not fail 
throughout eternity.

Now Israel´s hope in triumph ends

1. Now Israel’s hope in triumph ends, 
with angels’ glorious song ascends 
a star of heavenly splendor. 
O’er Bethlehem it shineth bright, 
all people guided by its light, 
shall come and homage render. 
Great light, 
bright light, 
now descendeth, 
darkness endeth, 
day beginneth; 
light to all the world it bringeth. 

2. Among us dwells in truth and grace 
the hidden God, who loves our race; 
he brought us all salvation. 
The glory of the Son we see, 
the only Son’s true majesty, 
and bow in adoration. 
Draw near 
and hear, 
every nation now salvation 
God bestoweth
and His love and mercy showeth. 

3. Rejoice, my soul, and bless His Name 
who to the lost and fallen came 
to open Heaven’s portals. 
Rejoice that God will mercy show, 
the broken covenant renew 
with us poor sinful mortals. 
Now be 
glory 
ever given 
God in Heaven; 
peace unending 
be to earth from Heaven descending.