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" Jesu, meine Freude" ([ˈjeːzu ˈmaɪnə ˈfʁɔʏdə]; Jesus, my joy) is a hymn in German, written by Johann Franck in 1650, [1] with a melody, Zahn No. 8032, by Johann Crüger. The song first appeared in Crüger's hymnal Praxis pietatis melica in 1653.
"Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!" "Season's greetings, and best wishes for the New Year." “I hope your holiday is full of love, peace, and joy!” "Merry Christmas, and best wishes for 2025."
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Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. Holy, Holy, Holy! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man, thy glory may not see: Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power in love, and purity. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea;
My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine; For Thee all the follies of sin I resign. My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. I love Thee because Thou has first loved me, And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree. I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
Thou comest, glorious King, A manger low Thy bed, In winter's icy sting; O my dearest Child most holy, Shudd'ring, trembling in the cold! Great God, Thou lovest me! What suff'ring Thou didst bear, That I near Thee might be! 2. Thou art the world's Creator, God's own and true Word, Yet here no robe, no fire For Thee, Divine Lord.
Sonnet 22 uses the image of mirrors to argue about age and its effects. The poet will not be persuaded he himself is old as long as the young man retains his youth. On the other hand, when the time comes that he sees furrows or sorrows on the youth's brow, then he will contemplate the fact ("look") that he must pay his debt to death ("death my days should expiate").
Rain and wind continued through Sunday and Monday, and people sought refuge inside the Church of Our Lady of Miracles for protection. The sea rose dramatically, and waves battered against the walls as a ten-foot storm surge rushed inland, tearing down houses. When the wave reached the church, it split in two, leaving the building surrounded by ...