It is Christ who teaches,
His love we hold so dear,
Forever He walks with us,
Watching o’er us, drawing near.

It is Christ who teaches,
Unity and peace,
In His path our feet shall walk,
His sweet rest shall never cease.

It is Christ who teaches,
His truth is our guide,
In His ways we find our peace,
In His arms we shall abide.

It is Christ who teaches,
Light that fills the soul,
He brings us joy and freedom,
And makes the broken whole.

Krists er að kenna

Verse 1
You see the world in black and white
I see the grace in every fight
You draw your line and hold it tight
While I just watch the fading light
But when the fire starts to rise
And you're still looking to the skies
You won’t have to say a word
The Spirit’s voice is all I heard

Chorus
I don’t always see it like you do
I don't always speak the way you do
But the Lord knows what I won’t say
I was built to never walk away
Through every trial, come what may
I’d ride with you anyway

Verse 2
I’ve prayed beneath a blood-red sky
Felt His peace when I should’ve died
You’ve made your calls, I’ve made my stand
Sometimes we don’t quite understand
But I believe in something true
That He’s the One we're answerin’ to
So I stay not just 'cause I believe
But 'cause the Spirit won’t let me leave

Chorus
I don’t always see it like you do
I don't always speak the way you do
But the Lord knows what I won’t say
I was built to never walk away
Through every trial, come what may
I’d ride with you anyway

Bridge
It ain’t about who wins the fight
It’s who still walks by faith, not sight
And when I’m torn or led astray
I trust the Lord to show the way

Chorus
I don’t always see it like you do
I don't always speak the way you do
But the Lord knows what I won’t say
I was built to never walk away
Through every trial, come what may
I’d ride with you anyway

Outro
Some men ride for pride or pay
But we ride the narrow way
I’ve seen the Lord—He never lets us stray
So I ride with you anyway

I'd Ride With You Anyway

Come now, Holy Spirit,
Light from heaven's hall,
Shine upon our spirits,
Flame that shall not fall.

Come, O guest most gentle,
Giver of all grace,
King of kindly mercy,
Calm our weary pace.

Guide us through the shadow,
Lead us by thy hand,
Bring us peace and pardon
From the far-off land

Where the Father reigneth,
Where the Son is crowned,
Where the light eternal
Cast no turning sound

Kom, þú helgi andi

Hear, smith of heavens.
This poet seeketh Thee.
In Thy still small voice
Mayest Thou show grace.
As I call on Thee,
Thou my Creator.
I am Thy servant,
Thou art my true Lord.

God, I call on Thee;
For Thee to heal me.
Bid me, Prince of Peace,
Thou my supreme need.
Ever I need Thee,
Generous and great,
O’er all mortal woe,
City of Thy heart.

Guard me, my Savior.
Ever low I need Thee,
Through ev’ry moment
In this world so wide.
Virgin–born, send me
Noble motives guide me
Aid cometh from Thee,
To Thy deepest heart.

Heyr Himna Smiður (Hear, Smith of the Heavens)

In halls of black and courts of white
The board is set beneath the light
The pawns arise with silent feet
Their fate foretold, their end discreet
They march as one, they fall alone
Unknowing how the game is sown
Yet every crown and rule and state
Is built upon the pawn’s own fate

Then come the rooks with iron pace
They drive the gears, they hold their place
Their roads are straight, their labor long
Their hands are firm, their backs are strong
But turn the field, and they are stalled
For change is not a rook’s stronghold
They carry might, yet lack the spark
To find a path when all is dark

Now enters he who rides askew
The knight who leaps where none dare view
With crooked path and clever stride
He reaches what the rest can’t find
But peril walks beside his fame
One misstep ends his fearless game
Yet still he jumps through night and flame
A vagabond no cage can tame

The bishop waits with watching eyes
A quiet shade, both meek and wise
He sees the end before the start
And draws his line through every heart
Long patience marks his cloaked advance
He guards the knight, he shapes the dance
But subtle hands can never rule
And shadows serve the hidden school

The queen descends with sweeping reign
A storm of law, a blade of flame
She moves through realms with sovereign grace
All fear the touch of her embrace
Unbound by code or man’s decree
She walks with wrath and mystery
Yet even queens, with all they own
Are pawns upon a deeper throne

The king abides behind the veil
He speaks in lineages and tales
He does not fight, he does not flee
He holds the rights of legacy
His gold is old, his power vast
A hidden root from ages past
He smiles while all the others fall
For he alone outlives them all

But there is one who plays no game
Who bore no title, held no name
He saw the board and walked away
While others begged for him to stay
He neither fought nor claimed a side
He broke no rule, he did not hide
He vanished when the game began
A silent flame, a homeless man

Yet mark the day the board shall shake
When kings shall bend and queens shall break
The one who left will then return
With eyes like fire and voice that burns
He’ll flip the board, destroy the lie
And tear the veil from earth and sky
The pawns shall rise, the tyrants fall
And truth shall echo over all

So play your piece and make your move
But know what none will dare to prove
The board is theirs, the game is flawed
But one walks free who walks with God
He left the board, but not the war
He holds the key, the unseen door
And when He speaks, the game shall cease
The sword shall fall, and dawn bring peace

Ballad of the Silent Board

Verse 1
If He does not build the wall,
The stones will slip, the towers fall.
If He does not guard the door,
The watchman wakes, but watches poor.
We work and worry, sweat and strive,
But only He keeps hope alive.

Chorus
So light the fire, and lock the gate,
But trust the One who governs fate.
Though strong the sword and high the hall,
The Lord alone outlasts them all.

Verse 2
You rise too soon, you sleep too late,
You eat the bread of toil and weight.
But He gives rest with quiet hand,
And peace the wise may understand.
No shield can save, nor spear defend—
But He keeps watch until the end.

Chorus
So light the fire, and lock the gate,
But trust the One who governs fate.
Though strong the sword and high the hall,
The Lord alone outlasts them all.

Verse 3
The children come like morning light,
And grow like trees in season right.
Not gold nor glory counts for more
Than sons and daughters at your door.
They stand with strength, and speak with grace—
A crown of joy for age to face.

Bridge
And when the dark draws near the land,
They’ll lift the torch with steady hand.
Though you may sleep beneath the stone,
Your house shall stand, not fall alone.

Final Chorus
So build your hearth and plant your tree,
And trust the Lord of sky and sea.
For stone may crack and fire die—
But still He watches from the sky.

Unless The LORD

Be thou, O God, my Father true,
Father, my shield and guide.

Be thou my heart, both strong and pure,
Where’er I walk, whate’er betide.

Be thou my Father, O God most high,
Be thou my word and will.

To thee I raise my heart in thanks,
And seek thy help, my soul to fill.

Vertu Guð faðir, faðir minn

Verse 1
Lo, I beheld through the breaking of heaven,
The white fire split the darkened dome;
Earth reeled, and the mountains staggered,
The seas lifted up their roaring foam.
The sun turned sable, the moon bled crimson,
The stars fell forth like withered leaves;
And midst the tumult, the angel rose,
Bearing the key of the everlasting Gospel.

Chorus
Fear God, and give glory to Him,
For the hour of His judgment is come;
Worship Him who made heaven and earth,
And the sea, and the fountains of waters!

Verse 2
Through the rent of the firmament thundered his voice,
Clear as the trump on the morning’s height:
“Behold the Maker, the Ancient of Days,
Who bound the deep and kindled light.
Bow ye down, O kingdoms of clay,
For the hour is at hand, the reckoning near;
Lift holy hands to the throne of the Lamb,
Let the name of the Highest be hallowed here!”

Chorus
Fear God, and give glory to Him,
For the hour of His judgment is come;
Worship Him who made heaven and earth,
And the sea, and the fountains of waters!

Verse 3
Then from the midst came the dread foretelling,
The curse upon them who bear the Beast;
Who drink the wine of wrath unmingled,
The cup of the Almighty’s feast.
Day and night the smoke shall gather,
The torment rise in ceaseless flame;
No rest for the hand or the heart that bows
To the mark of the Lie or the Beast’s foul name.

Chorus
Fear God, and give glory to Him,
For the hour of His judgment is come;
Worship Him who made heaven and earth,
And the sea, and the fountains of waters!

Verse 4
Yet blessed are they who keep His command,
Whose robes are washed in the blood of the Lamb;
Through the furnace they stand unbroken,
Through the shadows they see afar.
From the toil of the field they are gathered home,
Their labor wrought in the Master’s sight;
And their works shall follow, bright as crowns,
Through the gates of pearl into endless light.

Chorus
Fear God, and give glory to Him,
For the hour of His judgment is come;
Worship Him who made heaven and earth,
And the sea, and the fountains of waters!

Fear God, and give glory to Him

Verse 1
On storm-high crags where ravens soar,
I cried to gods who live no more;
Their bones be cold, their altars gone,
But One I found—He standeth strong.

Refrain
He is my Lord, my Shield, my Flame,
My board is full in His good name;
When all is lost and hope be flown—
My Lord Provider is mine own.

Verse 2
He bade me walk the shadowed road,
Yet bore for me the wrathful load;
Upon the hill, the Lamb was laid,
His blood was price, and peace was made.

Refrain
He is my Lord, my Light, my Bread,
He feeds the soul the world calls dead;
Though war be loud and I alone—
My Lord Provider is mine own.

Verse 3
When frost did bite and fields were bare,
He gave me meat and answered prayer;
The widow’s jar ran never dry,
His hand unseen was ever nigh.

Refrain
He is my Lord, my Shepherd-King,
His staff is strength in everything;
Though wolves may howl and night be long—
My Lord Provider is mine own.

Verse 4
What worth hath gold or jarls' proud hoard?
All turns to dust before the Lord;
But he who follows Christ the Son,
Shall rise with Him when day is done.

Final Refrain
He is my Lord, the Mountain Flame,
I lift mine eyes, I hail His Name;
Upon all hills His love is known—
My Lord Provider is mine own.

My Lord Provider

Verse 1
Fram! Fram! Kristmenn, Krossmenn! Ride with burning flame!
Raise the holy banner, strike in Jesus’ name!
Through the storm and thunder, through the blood and fire,
Cross upon our war-shields, hearts that never tire!

Chorus
Fram! Fram! With honor and prayer!
By the sword and the cross we swear!
North wind howl and ravens fly—
Christ shall reign though warriors die!

Verse 2
Odin’s halls lie broken, shattered by the Word,
Now we march as chosen, bound to Christ our Lord!
Hammer falls, but faith is steel—let the battle ring,
Honor in our dying, glory as we sing!

Chorus
Fram! Fram! With honor and prayer!
By the sword and the cross we swear!
North wind howl and ravens fly—
Christ shall reign though warriors die!

Bridge
Cold are the fjords, but the fire burns bright,
In the souls of the kings who kneel to the Lord!
King Olaf rides with us, among the mighty saints,
We fight with honor in the Savior’s name!

Chorus
Fram! Fram! Kristmenn, Krossmenn!
Forward! The Lord commands again!
Break their gods, unchain the land—
With holy honor, we make our stand!

Fram! Fram! Kristmenn, Krossmenn!

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