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Temptation of Christ. Marco Tibaldi Text: George Hunt Smyttan (1822-1870 ) Tune: Martin Herbst (1644-1681) 1. Forty days and forty nights You were fasting in the wild; Forty days and forty nights Tempted, and yet undefiled. 2. Sunbeams scorching all the day; Chilly dew-drops nightly shed; Prowling beasts about your way; Stones your pillow; earth your bed. 3. Shall not we your sorrow share, And from earthly joys abstain, Fasting with unceasing prayer, Glad with you to su

Text: J. Armitage Robinson (1858-1933) Tune: POTSDAM by Johann Schop (1590-1667). Icon of the Transfiguration 1 'Tis good, Lord, to be here! Your glory fills the night; Your face and garments, like the sun, Shine with unborrowed light. 2 'Tis good, Lord, to be here, Your beauty to behold, Where Moses and Elijah stand, Your messengers of old. 3 Fulfiller of the past! Promise of things to be! We hail your body glorified, And our redemption see. 4 Before we taste of death,

Swedish: Jag är främling, Jag är en pilgrim Text: Mary Stanley Bunce Dana Shindler (1810-1883) Tune: Oskar Ahnfelt (1813-1882) Sermon on the Mount. Alex Miring 1. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, I can tarry, I can tarry but a night; Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ever flowing: I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 2. There the glory is ever shining; O my longing heart, my longing heart is there:

Danish: Bliv fuld av hellig Glæde Text: Birgitta Boye (1742-1824) Tune: Erfurt (1577) Von Gott will ich nicht lassen The Presentation Rembrandt 1. Be filled with holy gladness O blessed one, come forth And prayerfully go to meet him, Who made you out of earth. Sing goodness’ praise abroad: Let ev’ry gift rise upward To heaven’s sturdy kingdom With praises to your God. Purification of Mary Bartolo di Fredi 1388 2. For you whom pain has driven To heavy cries of woe, You have

Text: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) Tune: Lowell Mason (1792-1872) 1. When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. 3. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns com