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Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly; in all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts unto God.

Col. 3. 16.

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2 0 Zion, He approacheth,

Thy Lord and King for aye!
Strew palms where He advanceth,

Spread garments in His way.
God's promise faileth never,

Hosanna sound forever!
3 Fling wide thy portals, Zion,

And hail thy glorious King;
His tidings of salvation

To every people bring,
Who, waiting yet in sadness,

Would sing His praise in gladness. 4 He cometh not with warriors,

And not with pomp and show,
Yet smiteth He with terror

Sin, death, and every foe.
The Spirit's sword He wieldeth,
Not e'en to death He yieldeth.

5 Give heed, thou sinful people,

Thy King and Saviour own:
The kingdom He hath founded

Is not an earthly one;
No power can overthrow it,

Nor earthly wisdom know it.
6 The throne which He ascendeth

Is fixed in heaven above:
His sanctified dominion

Is light alone and love.
His praise be ever sounding

For grace and peace abounding. 7 Jerusalem is fallen,

And closed its temple-door;
Its sacrifices ended;

Its scepter is no more.
Christ's kingdom never ceaseth,
Its glory still increaseth.

Frans Mikael Franzèn, 1812.

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2. Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates ! Gör porten hög. L. M. D.

Koralbok, 1697.

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Or: Peterborough, No. 71. 2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried, 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart; Mercy is ever at His side;

Make it a temple, set apart His kingly crown is holiness,

From earthly use for heaven's employ, His scepter, pity in distress:

Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy: The end of all our woe He brings;

So shall your Sovereign enter in, Wherefore the earth is glad and sings: And new and nobler life begin. 3 O blest the land, the city blest,

5 Redeemer, come! I open wide Where Christ the Ruler is confest!

My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide! O happy hearts and happy homes

Let me Thine inner presence know, To whom this King in triumph comes! Thy grace and love on me bestow. The cloudless Sun of joy He is,

Thy Holy Spirit guide us on, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss. Until our glorious goal be won.

Georg Weissel, 1633.

3. Comfort, Comfort Ye My People. Werde munter, mein Gemüthe. 87, 87, 77, 8 8.

JOHANN SCHOP, 1642.

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1. Com - fort, com - fort ye my peo - ple, Speak ye peace, thus saith our God;

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1. O how shall I re - ceive Thee, How greet Thee, Lord, a - right?

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2 Thy Zion palms is strewing,

And branches fresh and fair;
My heart, its powers renewing,

An anthem shall prepare.
My soul puts off her sadness

Thy glories to proclaim;
With all her strength and gladness

She fain would serve Thy Name. 3 I lay in fetters groaning,

Thou com’st to set me free;
I stood, my shame bemoaning,

Thou com'st to honor me.
A glory Thou dost give me,

A treasure safe on high,
That will not fail nor leave me

As earthly riches fly.

4 Love caused Thine incarnation,

Love brought Thee down to me;
Thy thirst for my salvation

Procured my liberty.
O love beyond all telling,

That led Thee to embrace,
In love all love excelling,

Our lost and fallen race!
5 Rejoice then, ye sad-hearted,

Who sit in deepest gloom,
Who mourn o'er joys departed,

And tremble at your doom:
He who alone can cheer you,

Is standing at the door;
He brings His pity near you,
And bids you weep no more.

Paul Gerhardt, 1653.

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