Lutheran Music

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Yet dost make this house Thy dwelling,
Yet God in Unity,
One God, yet Persons three.
Son of God, yet born of Mary,
Who can approach You and yet live,
Yet neither might nor glory move
Yet of that rose the stem;
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
And yet He deigns to shed abroad
Widely yet His mercy flows.
Let us truly rise ere yet
While Yet the Morn Is Breaking
While yet the morn is breaking
Yet vain is his endeavor,
Born a Child and yet a King,
Yet Thou couldst love it still!
Yet as a King He's known;
And Him, as yet unknown,
Before he yet was born,
Ward off, while yet we dwell below,
Yet shared He our humanity.
Yet shared He our humanity.
And yet remains on high,
Yet I shall not perish,
Yet He wore no diadem;
True Man, yet very God;
It yet were far too poor to be
It yet were far too poor to be
Yet searched, and true they found it.
Yet not so brightly beameth
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
So poor art Thou, yet clothest all.
Yet Thou must bear such bitter woes;
Yet findest none to soothe Thine heart.
Yet, Lord, my humble off'ring take
That generations yet unborn
Yet not to them is giv'n
Who dare not yet the faith avow,
Thou yet shalt find it true for thee.
God never yet forsook at need
Hath yet befallen thee.
Yet He whom heav'ns cannot contain
Yet He would deign with us to dwell
Else the world had yet enthralled me,
Yet here Thy joy foretasting,
Body here, yet soul above,
Yet, upon the cross extended,
Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us
Is yet in sin, condemned to death;
They yet have nothing won;
Yet more from Thee I dare to claim
Yet scarce can battle longer.
Nor help nor counsel yet have brought,
Yet Christ, sent to deliver,
Yet, though sin and hell assail me,
True God and Yet a Man
True God and yet a Man?
True maid and yet a mother?
Yet, O Lord, not thus alone
Yet unrequited, Lord, I would not leave Thee;
Yet, Lord, for love's sake Thou wilt not disown it;
David's Son, yet David's Lord;
Yet in this garden also grew
Yet Thou Thy lamb wilt banish never,
That duly weeps o'er sin, yet solely
Yet faith Your Word embraces.
Yet is He here in this blest bread.
Yet gives Himself in this blest wine.
And yet Thou com'st not spurning
Yet to dwell with thee He deigneth.
Yet, though despised and gory,
Yet, though despised and gory,
Of His people, yet to rise.
Yet didst break all bands asunder,
Yet the light of hope shines o'er me.
My frail body, yet with joy
And yet whose faith hath constant been,
But yet in love He sought me
Yet will I fear no ill;
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes,
For yet in evil days we live.
Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Yet here He will not leave us,
Hid from our sight, yet always nigh,
From all eternity; yet none
When heav'n and earth were yet unmade,
When time was yet unknown,
Yet, one in Christ and one in heart,
Yet how rich is my condition!
Yet His words, rich grace revealing,
In sin yet deeper sinking.
While we were yet His foemen,
Yet he stands sure And shall endure
And yet my soul had not espied
Glory never yet expressed,
Yet never once reflects
Yet never is content
Yet, though conscience voice appal me,
Yet receive me to Thy grace.
Yet have mercy on us!
And children's children yet shall prove
Yet 'tis to heav'n I go;
Yet He will not forsake me.
Yet springs to light all sweet and fair,
Yet one o'er all the earth;
Yet saints their watch are keeping;
Yet Thou art in the world,
Yet I am not afraid;
Yet, Good Lord, in grace complying,
O happy day and yet far happier hour,
Ere yet I was set free
Yet I now must seek Him vainly
Yet I now must seek Him vainly
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
But, lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day: