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Grade hymn! I have enjoyed your channel. Are you and Dylan planning on doing any more of Rist's hymns? They would be beneficial in the parish.

What's your opinion on the different tunes for this one? I see the Walther Hymnal recommends the Berlin tune. We usually use the Lemke one.

Text: 1 Ye sons of men, oh, hearken: Your heart and mind prepare; To hail th’ Almighty Savior, O sinners, be your care. He who of grace alone Our Life and Light was given, The promised Lord from heaven, Unto our world is shown. 2 Prepare the way before Him; Prepare for Him the best. Cast out whate’er offendeth This great, this heav’nly Guest. Make straight, make plain, the way: The lowly valleys raising, The heights of pride abasing, His path all even lay. 3 The humble heart and lowly God lifteth up on high; Beneath His feet in anguish The haughty soul shall lie. The heart, sincere and right, That heeds God’s invitation And makes true preparation, It is the Lord’s delight. 4 Prepare my heart, Lord Jesus, Turn not from me aside, And grant that I receive Thee This blessed Advent-tide. From stall and manger low Come Thou to dwell within me; Loud praises will I sing Thee And forth Thy glory show.

Text: 1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates! Behold, the King of Glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near, The Savior of the world is here. Life and salvation He doth bring, Wherefore rejoice and gladly sing: We praise Thee, Father, now, Creator, wise art Thou! 2 A Helper just He comes to thee, His chariot is humility, His kingly crown is holiness, His scepter, pity in distress, The end of all our woe He brings; Wherefore the earth is glad and sings: We praise Thee, Savior, now, Mighty in deed art Thou! 3 O blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the Ruler is confessed! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in triumph comes! The cloudless Sun of joy He is, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss. We praise Thee, Spirit, now, Our Comforter art Thou! 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart; Make it a temple set apart From earthly use for Heaven's employ, Adorned with prayer and love and joy. So shall your Sovereign enter in The new and nobler life begin. To Thee, O God, be praise For word and deed and grace! 5 Redeemer, come! I open wide My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide! Let me Thine inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal; Thy Holy Spirit guide us on Until our glorious goal is won. Eternal praise and fame We offer to Thy name.

I see now that I should have taken a second look at the score before exporting it. The PDF will have better spacing of the measures. Patreon subscribers get access to PDFs of all my scores as I upload them. Link in description.

That echo and organ sounds like Kramer Chapel, is that so? Based work! Keep it up!

Text: 1 Jerusalem, thou city fair and high, Would God I were in thee! My longing heart fain, fain, to thee would fly, It will not stay with me. Far over vale and mountain, Far over field and plain, It hastes to seek its Fountain And leave this world of pain. 2 O happy day and yet far happier hour, When wilt thou come at last, When fearless to my Father's love and pow'r, Whose promise standeth fast, My soul I gladly render? For surely will His hand Lead her with guidance tender To heav'n, her fatherland. 3 A moment's space, and gently, wondrously, Released from earthly ties, Elijah's chariot bears her up to thee, Thro' all these lower skies To yonder shining regions, While down to meet her come The blessed angel legions And bid her welcome home. 4 O Zion, hail! Bright city, now unfold The gates of grace to me. How many a time I longed for thee of old Ere yet I was set free From yon dark life of sadness, Yon world of shadowy naught, And God had given the gladness, The heritage, I sought! 5 What glorious throng and what resplendent host Comes sweeping swiftly down? The chosen ones on earth who wrought the most, The Church's brightest crown, Our Lord hath set to meet me, As in the far-off years Their words oft came to greet me In yonder land of tears. 6 The partiarchs' and prophets' noble train, With all Christ's followers true, Who bore the cross and could the worst disdain That tyrants dared to do, I see them shine forever, All-glorious as the sun, Mid light that fadeth never, Their perfect freedom won. 7 And when within that lovely Paradise At last I safely dwell, What songs of bliss shall from my lips arise, What joy my tongue shall tell, While all the saints are singing Hosannas o'er and o'er, Pure hallelujahs ringing Around me evermore! 8 Unnumbered choirs before the shining throne Their joyful anthems raise Till heaven's glad halls are echoing with the tone Of that great hymn of praise And all its host rejoices, And all its blessed throng Unite their myriad voices In one eternal song.

Text: 1 "Wake, awake, for night is flying," The watchmen on the heights are crying; "Awake, Jerusalem, arise!" Midnight hears the welcome voices And at the thrilling cry rejoices; "Oh, where are ye, ye virgins wise? The Bridegroom comes, awake! Your lamps with gladness take! Alleluiah! With bridal care Yourselves prepare To meet the Bridegroom, who is near." 2 Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing; She wakes, she rises from her gloom. For her Lord comes down all-glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious; Her star is ris'n, her light is come. Now come, Thou Blessed One, Lord Jesus, God's own Son, Hail! Hosanna! We enter all The wedding hall To eat the Supper at Thy call. 3 Now let all the heav'ns adore Thee, Let saints and angels sing before Thee With harp and cymbals' clearest tone. Of one pearl each shining portal, Where, joining with the choir immortal, We gather round Thy radiant throne. No eye has seen the light, No ear has heard the might Of Thy glory; Therefore will we Eternally Sing hymns of praise and joy to Thee!

We sang this in church yesterday!

Text: 1 The Bridegroom soon will call us: Come, all ye wedding guests! May not His voice appall us, While slumber binds our breasts! May all our lamps be burning And oil be found in store That we, with Him returning, May open find the door! 2 There shall we see delighted Our dear Redeemer’s face, Who leads our souls benighted To glory by His grace. The patriarchs shall meet us, The prophets’ holy band, Apostles, martyrs, greet us In that celestial land. 3 They will not blush to own us As brothers, sisters dear; Love ever will be shown us When we with them appear. We all shall come before Him, Who for us man became, As Lord and God adore Him, And ever bless His name. 4 Our Father, rich in blessing, Will give us crowns of gold And, to His bosom pressing, Impart a bliss untold, Will welcome with embraces Of never-ending love, And deck us with His graces In blissful realms above. 5 In yonder home shall never Be silent music’s voice; With hearts and lips forever We shall in God rejoice. The angels shall adore Him, All saints shall sing His praise And bring with joy before Him Their sweetest heavenly lays. 6 In mansions fair and spacious Will God the feast prepare And, ever kind and gracious, Bid us its riches share. There bliss that knows no measure From springs of love shall flow, And never-changing pleasure His bounty will bestow. 7 Thus God shall from all evil Forever make us free, From sin, and from the devil, From all adversity, From sickness, pain, and sadness, From troubles, cares, and fears, And grant us heavenly gladness And wipe away our tears.

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Good stuff as always. If I may make a suggestion bro, I'd like to hear Zion Mourns in Fear and Anguish by Heermann.

Text: 1 All men living are but mortal, Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only through death’s gloomy portal To eternal life we pass. This frail body here must perish Ere the heav’nly joys it cherish, Ere it gain the free reward For the ransomed of the Lord. 2 Therefore, when my God doth choose it, Willingly I’ll yield my life Nor will grieve that I should lose it, For with sorrows it was rife. In my dear Redeemer’s merit Peace hath found my troubled spirit, And in death my comfort this: Jesus’ death my source of bliss. 3 Jesus for my sake descended My salvation to obtain; Death and hell for me are ended, Peace and hope are now my gain; Yea, with joy I leave earth’s sadness For the home of heav’nly gladness, Where I shall forever see God, the Holy Trinity. 4 There is joy beyond our telling, Where so many saints have gone; Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, Worshiping before the throne, There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining: "Holy, holy, holy Lord! Triune God, for aye adored!" 5 Patriarchs of sacred story And the prophets there are found; The apostles, too, in glory On twelve seats are there enthroned. All the saints that have ascended Age on age, through time extended, There in blissful concert sing Hallelujahs to their King. 6 O Jerusalem, how glorious Dost thou shine, thou city fair! Lo, I hear the tones victorious Ever sweetly sounding there. Oh, the bliss that there surprises! Lo, the sun of morn now rises, And the breaking day I see That shall never end for me. 7 Yea, I see what here was told me, See that wondrous glory shine, Feel the spotless robes enfold me, Know a golden crown is mine. Thus before the throne so glorious Now I stand a soul victorious, Gazing on that joy for aye That shall never pass away.

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Text: 1 The day is surely drawing near When God's Son, the Anointed, Shall with great majesty appear As Judge of all appointed. All mirth and laughter then shall cease When flames on flames will still increase, As Scripture truly teacheth. 2 A trumpet loud shall then resound And all the earth be shaken. Then all who in their graves are found Shall from their sleep awaken; But all that live shall in that hour By the Almighty's boundless pow'r Be changed at His commanding. 3 A book is opened then to all, A record truly telling What each hath done, both great and small, When he on earth was dwelling; And every heart be clearly seen, And all be known as they have been In tho'ts and words and actions. 4 Then woe to those who scorned the Lord And sought but carnal pleasures, Who here despised His precious Word And loved their earthly treasures! With shame and trembling they will stand And at the Judge's stern command To Satan be delivered. 5 O Jesus, who my debt didst pay And for my sin wast smitten, Within the Book of Life, oh, may My name be also written! I will not doubt; I trust in Thee, From Satan Thou hast made me free And from all condemnation. 6 Therefore my Intercessor be And for Thy blood and merit Declare my name from judgment free With all who life inherit, That I may see Thee face to face With all Thy saints in that blest place Which Thou for us hast purchased. 7 O Jesus Christ, do not delay, But hasten our salvation; We often tremble on our way In fear and tribulation. Then hear us when we cry to Thee; Come, mighty Judge, and make us free From every evil! Amen.

Text: 1 Dear Christians, one and all, rejoice, With exultation springing, And, with united heart and voice, And holy rapture singing, Proclaim the wonders God hath done, How His right arm the vict'ry won; Right dearly it hath cost Him. 2 Fast bound in Satan’s chains I lay, Death brooded darkly o’er me, Sin was my torment night and day, In sin my mother bore me; Yea, deep and deeper still I fell, Life had become a living hell, So firmly sin possessed me. 3 My own good works availed me naught, No merit they attaining; Free will against God’s judgment fought, Dead to all good remaining. My fears increased till sheer despair Left naught but death to be my share; The pangs of hell I suffered. 4 But God beheld my wretched state Before the world’s foundation, And, mindful of His mercies great, He planned my soul’s salvation. A father’s heart He turned to me, Sought my redemption fervently: He gave His dearest Treasure. 5 He spoke to His beloved Son: ’Tis time to have compassion. Then go, bright Jewel of My crown, And bring to man salvation; From sin and sorrow set him free, Slay bitter death for him that he May live with Thee forever. 6 The Son obeyed His Father’s will, Was born of virgin mother, And God’s good pleasure to fulfill, He came to be my Brother. No garb of pomp or power He wore, A servant’s form, like mine, He bore, To lead the devil captive. 7 To me He spake: Hold fast to Me, I am thy Rock and Castle; Thy Ransom I Myself will be, For thee I strive and wrestle; For I am with thee, I am thine, And evermore thou shalt be Mine: The Foe shall not divide us. 8 The Foe shall shed My precious blood, Me of My life bereaving. All this I suffer for thy good; Be steadfast and believing. Life shall from death the victory win, My innocence shall bear thy sin; So art Thou blest forever. 9 Now to My Father I depart, The Holy Spirit sending And, heavenly wisdom to impart, My help to thee extending. He shall in trouble comfort thee, Teach thee to know and follow Me, And in all truth shall guide thee. 10 What I have done and taught, teach thou, My ways forsake thou never; So shall My kingdom flourish now And God be praised forever. Take heed lest men with base alloy The heavenly treasure should destroy; This counsel I bequeath thee.

It's a common thing to complain if a hymn is ten stanzas. But it's hard to say out loud with a straight face, "These 6-minute hymns are too long!"

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Text: 1 Jesus Christ, our blessèd Savior, Turned away God's wrath forever; By His bitter grief and woe He saved us from the evil Foe. 2 As His pledge of love undying He, this precious food supplying, Gives His body with the bread And with the wine the blood He shed. 3 Whoso to this Board repaireth May take heed how he prepareth; For if he does not believe, Then death for life he shall receive. 4 Praise the Father, who from heavem Unto us such food hath given And, to mend what we have done, Gave into death His only Son. 5 Thou shalt hold with faith unshaken That this food is to be taken By the sick who are distressed, By hearts that long for peace and rest. 6 To such grace and mercy turneth Every soul that truly mourneth; Art thou well? avoid this Board, Else wilt thou reap and ill reward. 7 Christ says: "Come, all ye that labor, And receive My grace and favor; They who feel no want nor ill Need no physician's help nor skill. 8 "Useless were for thee My Passion If thy works thy weal could fashion. This feast is not spread for thee If thine own savior thou wilt be." 9 If thy heart this truth professes And thy mouth thy sin confesses, His dear guest thou here shalt be, And Christ Himself shall banquet thee. 10 But the fruits must not be missing, Love thy neighbor without ceasing; That true love let him receive Which hers to thee thy God doth give.

I love this one! Strength, courage and trust in the darkest times.

Text: 1 O Lord, look down from heav'n, behold, And let Thy pity waken; How few are we within Thy fold, Thy saints by men forsaken! True faith seems quenched on every hand, Men suffer not Thy Word to stand; Dark times have us o'ertaken. 2 With fraud which they themselves invent Thy truth they have confounded; Their hearts are not with one consent On Thy pure doctrine grounded. While they parade with outward show, They lead the people to and fro, In error's maze astounded. 3 May God root out all heresy And of false teachers rid us Who proudly say: "Now, where is he That shall our speech forbid us? By right or might we shall prevail; What we determine cannot fail; We own no lord and master." 4 Therefore saith God, "I must arise, The poor My help are needing; To Me ascend My people's cries, And I have heard their pleading. For them My saving Word shall fight And fearlessly and sharply smite, The poor with might defending." 5 As silver tried by fire is pure From all adulteration, So through God's Word shall men endure Each trial and temptation. Its light beams brighter through the cross, And, purified from human dross, It shines through every nation. 6 Defend Thy truth, O God, and stay This evil generation; And from the error of its way Keep Thine own congregation. The wicked everywhere abound And would Thy little flock confound; But Thou art our Salvation.

Text: 1 The mouth of fools doth God confess, But while their lips draw nigh Him, Their heart is full of wickedness, And all their deeds deny Him. Corrupt are they, and every one Abominable deeds hath done; There is not one well-doer. 2 The Lord looked from His heavenly throne On all mankind below Him, To see if there were any one Who truly sought to know Him, And all his understanding bent To search His holy Word, intent To do His will in earnest. 3 But none there was who walked with God, For all aside had slidden, Delusive paths of folly trod, And followed lusts forbidden; Not one there was who practiced good, Though many deemed, in haughty mood, Their deeds to God were pleasing. 4 How long, by folly blindly led, Will they oppress the needy, And eat my people up like bread? So fierce are they and greedy! In God they put no trust at all, Nor will on Him in trouble call, But be their own providers. 5 Therefore their heart is never still, A constant fear dismays them, God is with him who doth His will, Who trusts Him and obeys Him; Ye shame the counsel of the poor, And mock him when he doth assure That God is e'er his refuge. 6 Who shall to Israel’s outcast race From Zion bring salvation? God will Himself at length show grace And loose the captive nation; That will He do by Christ their King; Let Jacob then be glad and sing, And Israel be joyful.

Text: 1 Happy the man who feareth God, Whose feet His holy ways have trod; Thine own good hand shall nourish thee, And well and happy shalt thou be. 2 Thy wife shall, like a fruitful vine, Fill all thy house with clusters fine; Thy children all be fresh and sound, Like olive-plants thy table round. 3 Lo! to the man these blessings cleave Who in God’s holy fear doth live; From him the ancient curse hath fled By Adam’s race inherited. 4 Out of Mount Zion God shall send, And crown with joy thy latter end, That thou Jerusalem mayst see In favor and prosperity. 5 He shall be with thee in thy ways, And give thee health and length of days; Yea, thou shalt children’s children see, And peace on Israel shall be. 6 Praise God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One; As't was through ages heretofore, Is now, and shall be evermore.

Text: 1 Lord Jesus Christ, with us abide, For round us falls the eventide; Nor let Thy Word, that heav'nly light, For us be ever veiled in night. 2 In these last days of sore distress Grant us, dear Lord, true steadfastness That pure we keep, till life is spent, Thy holy Word and Sacrament. 3 Lord Jesus, help, Thy Church uphold, For we are sluggish, thoughtless, cold. Oh, prosper well Thy Word of grace And spread its truth in every place! 4 Oh, keep us in Thy Word, we pray; The guile and rage of Satan stay! Oh, may Thy mercy never cease! Give concord, patience, courage, peace. 5 O God, how sin's dread works abound! Throughout the earth no rest is found, And falsehood's spirit wide has spread, And error boldly rears its head. 6 The haughty spirits, Lord, restrain Who o'er Thy Church with might would reign And always set forth something new, Devised to change Thy doctrine true. 7 And since the cause and glory, Lord, Are Thine, not ours, to us afford Thy help and strength and constancy. With all our heart we trust in Thee. 8 A trusty weapon is Thy Word, Thy Church's buckler, shield, and sword. Oh, let us in its power confide That we may seek no other guide! 9 Oh, grant that in Thy holy Word We here may live and die, dear Lord; And when our journey endeth here, Receive us into glory there.

Text: 1 Commit whatever grieves thee Into the gracious hands Of Him who never leaves thee, Who heav’n and earth commands. Who points the clouds their courses, Whom winds and waves obey, He will direct thy footsteps And find for thee a way. 2 On Him place thy reliance If thou wouldst be secure; His work thou must consider If thine is to endure. By anxious sighs and grieving And self-tormenting care God is not moved to giving; All must be gained by prayer. 3 Thy truth and grace, O Father, Most surely see and know Both what is good and evil For mortal man below. According to Thy counsel Thou wilt Thy work pursue; And what Thy wisdom chooseth Thy might will always do. 4 Thy hand is never shortened, All things must serve Thy might; Thine every act is blessing, Thy path is purest light. Thy work no man can hinder, Thy purpose none can stay, Since Thou to bless Thy children Wilt always find a way. 5 Though all the powers of evil The will of God oppose, His purpose will not falter, His pleasure onward goes. Whate’er God’s will resolveth, Whatever He intends, Will always be accomplished True to His aims and ends. 6 Then hope, my feeble spirit, And be thou undismayed; God helps in every trial And makes thee unafraid. Await His time with patience, Then shall thine eyes behold The sun of joy and gladness His brightest beams unfold. 7 Arise, my soul, and banish Thy anguish and thy care. Away with thoughts that sadden And heart and mind ensnare! Thou art not lord and master Of thine own destiny; Enthroned in highest heaven, God rules in equity. 8 Leave all to His direction; In wisdom He doth reign, And in a way most wondrous His course He will maintain. Soon He, His promise keeping, With wonder-working skill Shall put away the sorrows That now thy spirit fill. 9 A while His consolation He may to thee deny, And seem as though in trial He far from thee would fly; A while distress and anguish May compass thee around, Nor to thy supplication An answering voice be found. 10 But if thou perseverest, Thou shalt deliverance find. Behold, all unexpected He will thy soul unbind And from the heavy burden Thy heart will soon set free; And thou wilt see the blessing He had in mind for thee. 11 O faithful child of heaven, How blessèd shalt thou be! With songs of glad thanksgiving A crown awaiteth thee. Into thy hand thy Maker Will give the victor’s palm, And thou to thy Deliverer Shalt sing a joyous psalm 12 Give, Lord, this consummation To all our heart’s distress; Our hands, our feet, e’er strengthen, In death our spirits bless. Thy truth and Thy protection Grant evermore, we pray, And in celestial glory Shall end our destined way.

1 My Maker, be Thou nigh The light of life to give And guide me with Thine eye While here on earth I live. To Thee my heart I tender And all my pow'rs surrender; Make it my one endeavor To love and serve Thee ever. Upon Thy promise I rely; My Maker, be Thou nigh. 2 My Savior, wash me clean With Thy most precious blood, That takes away all sin And seals my peace with God. My soul in peace abideth When in Thy wounds it hideth. There I find full salvation And freedom from damnation. Without Thee lost, defiled by sin, My Savior, wash me clean. 3 My Comforter, give pow'r That I may stand secure When in temptation's hour The world and sin allure. The Son to me revealing, Inspire my thought and feeling, His Word of grace to ponder, Nor let me from Him wander. On me Thy gifts and graces show'r: My Comforter, give pow'r! 4 O Holy Trinity! To whom I all things owe, Thine image graciously Within my heart bestow. Choose me, though weak and lowly, To be Thy temple holy Where praise shall rise unending For grace so condescending. O heav'nly bliss, Thine own to be, O Holy Trinity!

Text: 1 The radiant sun shines in the skies, With joy from sleep we now arise. All praise to God, who thro' this night Hath kept us from the devil's might. 2 Lord Jesus Christ, guide us this day, Keep sin and shame far from our way. Thy guardian angels to us send And let them to our wants attend. 3 Direct our hearts to do Thy will And for Thy Word true love instil That we may do whate'er is right And ever pleasing in Thy sight. 4 Crown all our labors with success, Each one in his own calling bless. May all we do or think or say Exalt and praise Thee, Lord, this day!

Text: 1 When my last hour is close at hand, Lord Jesus Christ, attend me; Beside me then, O Savior, stand To comfort and defend me. Into Thy hands I will commend My soul at this my earthly end, And Thou wilt keep it safely. 2 My sins, dear Lord, disturb me sore, My conscience cannot slumber; But though as sands upon the shore My sins may be in number, I will not quail, but think of Thee; Thy death, Thy sorrow, borne for me, Thy suff'rings, shall uphold me. 3 I am a branch in Thee, the Vine, And hence the comfort borrow That Thou wilt surely keep me Thine Thro' fear and pain and sorrow; And when I die, I die to Thee, Thy precious death hath won for me The life that never endeth. 4 Since Thou the pow'r of death didst rend, In death Thou wilt not leave me; Since Thou didst into heaven ascend, No fear of death shall grieve me. For where Thou art, there shall I be That I may ever live with Thee; That is my hope when dying. 5 My spirit I commend to Thee And gladly hence betake me; Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be, No human voice can wake me. But Christ is with me through the strife, And He will bear me into life And open heaven before me.

Text: 1 Farewell I gladly bid thee, False, evil world, farewell. Thy life is vain and sinful, With thee I would not dwell. I long to be in heaven, In that untroubled sphere Where they will be rewarded Who served their God while here. 2 By Thy good counsel lead me, O Son of God, my Stay; In each perplexing trial Help me, O Lord, I pray. Mine hour of sorrow shorten, Support my fainting heart, From every cross deliver, The crown of life impart. 3 When darkness round me gathers, Thy name and cross, still bright, Deep in my heart are sparkling Like stars in blackest night. O heart, this image cherish: The Christ on Calvary, How patiently He suffered And shed His blood for me! 4 Lord, hide my soul securely Deep in Thy wounded side; From every danger shield me And to Thy glory guide. He has been truly blessèd Who reaches heaven above; He has found perfect healing Who rests upon Thy love. 5 Lord, write my name, I pray Thee, Now in the Book of Life, And with all true believers Take me where joys are rife. There let me bloom and flourish, Thy perfect freedom prove, And tell, as I adore Thee, How faithful was Thy love.

Text: 1 Lord, as Thou wilt, deal Thou with me; No other wish I cherish. In life and death I cling to Thee; Oh, do not let me perish! Let not Thy grace from me depart And grant an ever patient heart To bear what Thou dost send me. 2 Grant honor, truth, and purity, And love Thy Word to ponder; From all false doctrine keep me free. Bestow, both here and yonder, What serves my everlasting bliss; Preserve me from unrighteousness Throughout my earthly journey. 3 When, at Thy summons, I must leave This vale of sin and sadness, Give me Thy grace, Lord, not to grieve, But to depart with gladness. To Thee my spirit I commend; O Lord, grant me a blessed end Through Jesus Christ, my Savior.

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Another glorious hymn! Thank you!

You need to wear either a frock coat or a monk's habit while recording these.

Beautiful

Many thanks for this and your channel

Love the effect that final tenor note has on the chord.

Do we get When Rome Had Shrouded Earth In Night for Augsburg Confession Day next year?

Great work; love this hymn! 😊

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Love it!

Tune : "All Glory Laud and Honor"? When I get back to the West in the Spring, I have to dig out my old 1800's Hymnal! Glad to find I've found you! Just to sit and listen to a pleasant voice in its simplicity is very calming.

This hymn is a very rich comfort to me.

NOTE: This is an altered version of Winkworth's translation; I failed to put that in the attribution.

Great work on this project! I particularly like this one, I love a good morning hymn.

absolute banger, keep up the good work brother

Soli Deo Gloria!!! ✝️