“A psalm of thanksgiving for God’s particular grace that there has at all times been a place where God’s Word can be rightly preached, taught, and learned.”
Lamb of God, pure and holy,
Who on the cross didst suffer,
Ever patient and lowly,
Thyself to scorn didst offer.
The sinful flesh doesn’t sing this hymn. The sinful flesh doesn’t sing any hymn. But the new man sings, “Lord, Thee I love with all my heart,” and he means it.
’Tis the spring of souls today: Christ has burst His prison And from three days’ sleep in death As a sun has risen
“the introduction of a new kind of music must be shunned as imperilling the whole state; since styles of music are never disturbed without affecting the most important political institutions”
As the door burst open and a furious soldier rushed in, she spread her hands over the child and cried: “Lord Jesus, since You love me,
Now spread Your wings above me…”
Now thank we all our God
With hearts and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done,
In whom His world rejoices
Pastor Nicolai wrote this hymn in the midst of a devastating plague and while burying dozens of people a week.
