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 SECOND SERIES : 
 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
Jlpra <&ermanua: 
 
 SECOND SERIES: 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
 
 TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY 
 
 CATHERINE WINKWORTH. 
 
 
 LONDON:^ 
 LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO 
 1865. 
 

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PREFACE. 
 
 [HOSE who are beft acquainted 
 with the rich ftores of German 
 hymnology will feel the leaft fur- 
 prife at the appearance of a fecond 
 feries of Tranflations from the fame fource. 
 Many excellent and claffical compofitions were 
 necefTarily excluded from the plan of the former 
 volume, which it was felt would ftill be no lefs 
 acceptable to Englifh Chriftians than thofe 
 already tranflated. In this feries therefore 
 hymns are admitted of a more perfonal and in- 
 dividual character than in the former, — hymns 
 adapted to particular circumftances or periods 
 of life, and to peculiar ftates of feeling. At 
 the fame time many will be found of fufficiently 
 comprehenfive import to be fuited for congre- 
 gational finging, and will be recognized by thofe 
 familiar with the fervices of the German 
 
IJrrfarr. 
 
 rcfa as constantly ulcd there in public wor- 
 fhip, efpccially thofe on pa , 146, 170, 
 
 and 68. The hrft of thefe indeed ho! 
 many, with its Hue old tune, much the fame 
 place as the Old Hundredth with us. 
 fecond is remarkable as being, as far as we 
 know, the only hymn of its author, a man of 
 confideration and wealth in Frankfort. It 
 publifhed without his name, and as it immedi- 
 became popular it was afcribed at firft to 
 Hugo Grotius, and other celebrated authors. 
 The third is one of the well-known hymns of 
 Joachim Neander, the moft important hymn- 
 writer of the German Reformed Church, w 
 productions are marked by great depth and 
 tendernefs of feeling. 
 
 Moft of the hymns under the laft two 
 divifions of this feries are popular in Proteftant 
 Germany in the trueft fenfe of the word, 
 be found in the well-worn hymn-book^ 
 every cottage home, or heard as the rift 
 funeral palles on to the u court It 
 
 will be obferved that one ot the h 
 the burial of the dead bears the name ol 
 
 i that fomc others are 
 belonging to the Bohemian Brethren. 
 Ue productions of that ancient Church which 
 
preface. vii 
 
 exifted in Bohemia from the firft introduction 
 of Chriftianity into that country by two Greek 
 monks of the eighth century. In the eleventh 
 century it formed itfelf into a feparate commu- 
 nity, diftinguifhed from the Roman Church in 
 Bohemia, among other things, by the celebration 
 of public worfhip, according to the native ritual 
 and in the vulgar tongue. After fufFering 
 bitter perfecutions under various Popes, in one 
 of which John Hufs was burnt in 1415, in 
 1453 * ts remaining members, including men of 
 all clafTes, withdrew to a diftricl: affigned to them 
 on the borders of Silefia and Moravia, where 
 we find them, fifty years later, numbering about 
 two hundred congregations, under the name of 
 Brethren or United Brethren. But here too 
 fierce perfecutions followed them ; their country- 
 men were incited from the pulpits to hunt them 
 down like wild beafts ; and in 1508, defpairing 
 of peace at home, they fent out four meflengers 
 to fearch whether anywhere a Chriftian people 
 might be found, ferving Chrift truly, into whofe 
 communion they might afk admiflion. One of 
 thefe brethren went to Ruffia, one to Greece, 
 one to Bulgaria, and one to Paleftine and Egypt; 
 but they all returned unfuccefsful, no fuch 
 Chriftian people had they found. Two more 
 
^Jrrfarr. 
 
 were then i'ent Jenfes in France and 
 
 Italy, but they too brought back nothing but 
 admonitions to patience and flcadfaftnefs. The 
 Brethren therefore remained in their own 
 country, and occupied themfelves in printing 
 the Bible, no fewer than three editions having 
 been publifhed in Bohemian before the Reform- 
 ation. The dawn of that great event filled them 
 with joy, and in 1522 they fent two mefTei 
 to Luther to greet him and afk his advice, one 
 of whom was Michael Weifs. In 1 531 Michael 
 Wctft publifhed the hymns of the Bohemian 
 Brethren tranflated into German, with the ad- 
 dition of feveral of his own. They palled 
 through many editions, and fome of them were 
 introduced into Luther's hymn-book. They 
 have great warmth of feeling, and dire&nefs of 
 expreflion, (often with intricate metres,) and are 
 marked by frequent pathetic reference to the 
 troubles of this Church, and by a ftrong feir. 
 the living union of Chriftians with each other 
 and their Head. The fubfequent fettlement of 
 the final] remnant of this Church on Count 
 Zinzendorf's eftates in Saxony, and its rapid 
 growth and fpread into other countries are well 
 known. That the fpirit of Chriftian poctrv 
 frill lives among them in modern times is proved 
 
^Preface* . ix 
 
 by the names of Zinzendorf, Chriftian Gregor, 
 L. von Hayn, Spangenberg, and Albertini.* 
 
 As the object of this work is chiefly devo- 
 tional, the hymns are arranged according to their 
 fubjects, not in chronological order, and have 
 been felected for their warmth of feeling and 
 depth of Chriftian experience, rather than as 
 fpecimens of a particular mafter or fchool. Still 
 it is believed that thefe two feries afford on the 
 whole fair examples of moft of the principal 
 writers, not of courfe without omiffions, fince 
 only about two hundred and twenty hymns are 
 given from a literature containing feveral thou- 
 fands. Of Luther none are given in this feries, 
 (unlefs the hymn known as " Queen Maria of 
 Hungary's fong" were written by him for that 
 princefs,) for thofe productions of his which no 
 collection of German hymns could omit, had 
 been already inferted in the previous volume, 
 and there feemed the lefs neceffity for introduc- 
 ing any of minor importance, as all his hymns 
 are acceflible to the Englifh reader in the excel- 
 lent tranflation of Mr. Mafiie.f 
 
 * See Bunfen's larger Gefangbuch, and Sketch of the 
 Hiftory of the Church of the United Brethren by James 
 Montgomery. 
 
 f Spiritual Songs of Luther, tranflated by R. Maflie, 
 Efq. Hatchard and Co. 
 
x ilrrfarr. 
 
 The writers perhaps the leaft fully reprefentcd, 
 are Gc'.lert, Klopftock, and others of the middle 
 and latter half of the lad century, whofe pro- 
 ductions conftitute a large proportion of moft 
 of the collections made fifty or fixty years ago. 
 But thefe hymns are, for the mod part, either of 
 a purely reflective or didactic character, 
 many inftances are merely verfions of more 
 ancient hymns, fmoothed down to a dead level 
 of tame correclnefs in form, and robbed of their 
 original fervour and ftrength. Gellcrt, however, 
 appreciated the characterise excellences of the 
 ancient hymns, and his own have high merit, 
 as leflbns of Chriftian duty, or paraphrall 
 Scripture, exprefTed in fimple, clear, and un- 
 affected verfe, fometimes with much true 
 poetic feeling. Yet while they thus fupplied a 
 want among the hymns of his country, — which, 
 during the laft century efpeciallv, had loft that 
 direct application to real life which maL 
 hymn fpeak to the hearts of all, — and have 
 therefore become very popular in Gem. 
 for the fame reafon they more nearly referable 
 what we already poflefs in our own language. 
 
 There is a very large fchool of hymn-writers 
 fpringing up in Germany at the prefent 
 whole works are ditlinguilhed by much thought- 
 
deface, . xi 
 
 ful feeling and great fluency and fweetnefs of 
 expreffion. In general, however, thefe hymns 
 are fuited rather to private reading, than 
 congregational finging ; the length of the lines, 
 and the reflective tone of thought, deprive them 
 of that ftrength and fimple grandeur which 
 many of the older hymns pofTefs. Specimens 
 are given here from Spitta, Puchta, Knapp, 
 Henfel, and others ; thofe hymns to which no 
 dates are affixed being written by authors living 
 or very recently deceafed. 
 
 The hymns in this feries have been chofen 
 from various fources, moft of them being fuch 
 as would be found in any ftandard collection. 
 The greater number, however, are taken from 
 Bunfen's " Verfuch eines allgemeinen Gefang 
 und Gebet buchs, ,, a collection diftinguifhed 
 above moft others by its wide range of Chriftian 
 experience and fympathy, and the poetic merit 
 of the verfions it gives. The fhort notices pre- 
 fixed to fome of thefe hymns are derived from 
 the fame fource. 
 
 One or two verfes have been omitted in 
 feveral of the hymns, for in many inftances 
 even fine hymns are weakened by repetition, or 
 disfigured by verfes of decidedly inferior merit ; 
 this is efpecially the cafe with Paul Ger- 
 
xii $rffacf. 
 
 hardt, notwithstanding the remarkable beauty 
 of his works. The original metre has been 
 almoft invariably maintained ; in fome hymns 
 metres ftrange to our ears have been preferved 
 with care for the fake of the fine chorales 
 attached to them. 
 
 Alderley Edge, 
 
 May 19th, 1858 
 
 %* From the frequent inquiries received 
 from clergymen and others for tunes adapted 
 to thefe hymns, it has been arranged to bring 
 out an edition of the work, containing the fine 
 old German chorales to which they are fung in 
 their own country by vaft congregations. This 
 edition, which will fhortly be completed, is 
 now in progrefs, under the fuperintendence 
 of Profeflbr Sterndale Bennett and Mr. Otto 
 Goldfchmidt, and will be adapted for ufe in 
 choirs and families. 
 
 Feb. 15, 1859. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 AIDS OF THE CHURCH. 
 
 Holy Seasons. Page 
 
 Advent I 
 
 Chriftmas 13 
 
 Epiphany 20 
 
 PafiionWeek .* 26 
 
 Eafter 37 
 
 Afcenfion 46 
 
 Whitfuntide 53 
 
 Trinity 62 
 
 Services. 
 
 Morning Prayer 66 
 
 Evening Prayer 77 
 
 Baptifm 86 
 
 The Holy Communion 93 
 
 For Travellers 107 
 
 At the Burial of the Dead 117 
 
 PART II. 
 THE INNER LIFE. 
 
 Penitence 129 
 
 Praife and Thankfgiving 145 
 
 'The Life of Faith 160 
 
 Songs of the Crofs 178 
 
 The Final Conflict and Heaven 203 
 
LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
PART I. 
 AIDS OF THE CHURCH. 
 
 I. HOLY SEASONS. 
 
 II. SERVICES. 
 
ADVENT. 
 
 I. 
 Cfje Bagsptmg from on Jgtgf). 
 
 E heavens, oh hafte your dews to fhed, 
 Ye clouds, rain gladnefs on our head, 
 Thou earth, behold the time of grace, 
 And blofTom forth in righteoufnefs ! 
 
 O living Sun, with joy break forth, 
 And pierce the gloomy clefts of earth ; 
 Behold, the mountains melt away 
 Like wax beneath Thine ardent ray ! 
 
 O Life-dew of the Churches, come, 
 And bid this arid defert bloom ! 
 The forrows of Thy people fee, 
 And take our human flefh on Thee. 
 
 Refrefh the parch'd and drooping mind, 
 The broken limb in mercy bind, 
 
Upra Grrmanica. 
 
 Us finners from our guilt releafe, 
 And fill us with Thy heavenly peace. 
 
 O wonder ! night no more is night ! 
 Comes then at laft the long'd-for light ? 
 Ah yes, Thou fhineft, O true Sun, 
 In whom are God and man made one ! 
 
 J. Franck. 1653. 
 
 II. 
 
 Cfje Qeltbero. 
 
 j|RISE, the kingdom is at hand, 
 The King is drawing nigh ; 
 Arife with joy, O faithful band, 
 To meet the Lord molt high ! 
 Ye Chriflians, haften forth, 
 With holy ardours greet your King, 
 And glad Hofannas to Him fing, 
 Nought elfe your love is worth. 
 
 Look up, ye drooping hearts, to-day! 
 
 The King is very near, 
 Oh caft your griefs and fears away, 
 
 For lo ! your Help is here ; 
 
 And comfort rich and fweet 
 In many a place for us is flored, 
 Where in His facraments and word 
 
 Our Saviour we can meet. 
 
 Look up, ye fouls weigh 'd down with care ! 
 The Sovereign is not far. 
 
Egra 4&ttmmita. 
 
 Look up, faint hearts, from your defpair, 
 Behold the Morning Star ! 
 The Lord is with us now, 
 Who fhall the finking fpirit feed 
 With ftrength and comfort at its need, 
 To whom e'en Death fhall bow. 
 
 Hope, O ye broken hearts, at laft ! 
 
 The King comes on in might, 
 He loved us in the ages pafl 
 
 When we fat wrapp'd in night ; 
 
 Now are our forrows o'er, 
 And fear and wrath to joy give place, 
 Since God hath made us in His grace 
 
 His children evermore. 
 
 O rich the gifts Thou bringeft us, 
 
 Thyfelf made poor and weak ; 
 O love beyond compare that thus 
 
 Can foes and finners feek ! 
 
 For this to Thee alone 
 We raife on high a gladfome voice, 
 And evermore with thanks rejoice 
 
 Before Thy glorious throne. 
 
 Rist. 1 65 1. 
 
Uma (T.mnamca. 
 
 III. 
 
 Cfje Jftrart longing for tijc inner iEMfnt. 
 
 THEREFORE doft Thou longer tarry, 
 Blefled of the Lord, afar ? 
 Would it were Thy will to enter 
 To my heart, O Thou my Star, 
 Thou my Jefus, Fount of power, 
 Helper in the needful hour! 
 Sharpeft wounds my heart is feeling, 
 Touch them, Saviour, with Thy healing ! 
 
 For I fhrink beneath the terrors 
 
 Of the law's tremendous fway ; 
 
 All my countlefs crimes and errors 
 Stand before me night and day. 
 
 Oh the heavy, fearful load 
 
 Of the righteous wrath of God ! 
 
 Oh the awful voice of thunder 
 
 Cleaving heart and foul afunder ! 
 
 While the foe my foul is telling, 
 
 " There is grace no more for thee. 
 
 Thou muft make thy endlefs dwelling 
 In the pains that torture me." 
 
 Yes, and keener ftill thy fmart, 
 
 Confcience, in my anguifhed heart, 
 
 By thy venomed tooth tormented, 
 
 Long-pall fins are fore repented. 
 
Hgta <£ermantca. 
 
 Would I then, to foothe my forrow, 
 
 And my pain awhile forget, 
 From the world a comfort borrow, 
 
 I but fink the deeper yet ; 
 She hath comforts that but grieve, 
 Joys that Hinging memories leave, 
 Helpers that my heart are breaking, 
 Friends that do but mock its aching. 
 
 All the world can give is cheating, 
 
 Strengthlefs all, and merely nought ; 
 Have I greatnefs, it is fleeting ; 
 
 Have I riches, are they aught 
 But a heap of glittering earth ? 
 Pleafure ? Little is it worth 
 When it brings no joy or laughter 
 That we fhall not rue hereafter. 
 
 All delight, all confolation 
 
 Lies in Thee, Lord Jefus Chrift, 
 Feed my foul with Thy falvation, 
 
 O Thou Bread of Life unpriced. 
 Bleffed Light, within me glow, 
 Ere my heart breaks in its woe ; 
 Oh refrefh me and uphold me, 
 Jefus, come, let me behold Thee. 
 
 Joy, my foul, for He hath heard thee, 
 He will come and enter in ; 
 
 Lo ! He turns and draweth toward thee, 
 Let thy welcome-fong begin ,• 
 
ILpra (Grnnanica. 
 
 Oh prepare thee for fuch gueft, 
 Give thee wholly to thy reft, 
 With an open'd heart adore Him, 
 Pour thy griefs and fears before Him. 
 
 Thy mifdeeds are thine no longer, 
 He hath caft them in the fea, 
 And the love of God fhall conquer 
 All the ftrength of fin in thee. 
 Chrift is victor in the field, 
 Mightieft wrong to Him muft yield, 
 He with bleffing will exalt thee 
 O'er whatever would aflault thee. 
 
 What would feem to hurt or fhame thee 
 
 Shall but work thy good at lad ; 
 Since that Chrift hath deign'd to claim thee, 
 
 And His truth ftancls ever faft ; 
 And if thine can but endure, 
 There is nought fo fixed and lure, 
 As that thou fhalt hymn His praifes 
 In the happy heavenly places. 
 
 Gerhardt. 1653. 
 
Hgra ©fermantca. 
 
 IV. 
 
 W&z iieto gear* 
 
 Composed on his journey to Gotha after his unjuft 
 expulfion from Erfurt ; as we are told in the oration de- 
 livered at his grave, " in the full experience of the un- 
 fpeakable confolations of the Holy Spirit." 
 
 i ; -J 
 
 I HANK God that towards eternity 
 Another ftep is won! 
 Oh longing turns my heart to Thee 
 As Time flows flowly on, 
 Thou Fountain whence my life is born, 
 Whence thofe rich ftreams of grace are drawn 
 That through my being run ! 
 
 I count the hours, the days, the years, 
 
 That ftretch in tedious line, 
 Until, O Life, that hour appears, 
 
 When, at Thy touch divine, 
 Whate'er is mortal now in me 
 Shall be confumed for aye in Thee, 
 
 And deathlefs life be mine. 
 
 So glows Thy love within this frame, 
 That, touch'd with keeneft fire, 
 
 My whole foul kindles in the flame 
 Of one intenfe deiire, 
 
 To be in Thee, and Thou in me, 
 
 And e'en while yet on earth to be 
 
 Still preffing clofer, nigher ! 
 
Upra tSrrmanica. 
 
 Oh that I foon might Thee behold ! 
 
 I count the moments o'er ; 
 Ah come, ere yet my heart grows cold 
 
 And cannot call Thee more ! 
 Come in Thy glory, for Thy Bride 
 Hath girt her for the holy-tide, 
 
 And waiteth at the door. 
 
 And fince Thy Spirit fheds abroad 
 
 The oil of grace in me, 
 And Thou art inly near me, Lord, 
 
 And I am loft in Thee, 
 So mines in me the Living Light, 
 And fteadfaft burns my lamp and bright, 
 
 To greet Thee joyoufly. 
 
 Come ! is the voice, then, of Thy Bride, 
 She loudly prays Thee come ! 
 
 With faithful heart fhe long hath cried, 
 Come quickly, Jefus, come ! 
 
 Come, O my Bridegroom, Lamb of God, 
 
 Thou knoweft I am Thine, dear Lord ; 
 Come down and take me home. 
 
 Yet be the hour that none can tell 
 Left wholly to Thy choice, 
 
 Although I know Thou lov'ft it well, 
 That I with heart and voice 
 
 Should bid Thee come, and from this day 
 
 Care but to meet Thee on Thy way, 
 And at Thy fight rejoice ! 
 
Egta <&nmmm. 
 
 I joy that from Thy love divine 
 No power can part me now, 
 
 That I may dare to call Thee mine, 
 My Friend, my Lord, avow, 
 
 That I, O Prince of Life, (hall be 
 
 Made wholly one in heaven with Thee ; 
 My portion, Lord, art Thou ! 
 
 And therefore do my thanks o'erflow, 
 That one more year is gone, 
 
 And of this Time, fo poor, fo flow, 
 Another Hep is won ; 
 
 And with a heart that may not wait, 
 
 Toward yonder diftant golden gate 
 I journey gladly on. 
 
 And when the wearied hands grow weak, 
 And wearied knees give way, 
 
 To linking faith, oh quickly fpeak, 
 And make Thine arm my Hay ; 
 
 That fo my heart drink in new ftrength, 
 
 And I fpeed on, nor feel the length 
 Nor fteepnefs of the way. 
 
 Then on, my foul, with fearlefs faith, 
 Let nought thy terror move ; 
 
 Nor aught that earthly pleafure faith 
 E'er tempt thy fteps to rove ; 
 
 If flow thy courfe feem o'er the wafte, 
 
 Mount upwards with the eagles' halte, 
 On wings of tirelefs love. 
 
ILpta <&ftmamca. 
 
 O Jefus, all my foul hath flown 
 
 Already up to Thee, 
 For Thou, in whom is love alone, 
 
 Haft wholly conquer'd me. 
 Farewell, ye phantoms, day and year, 
 Eternity is round me here, 
 
 Since, Lord, I live in Thee. 
 
 A. H. Franco, i 69 i. 
 
Egta ©ronantca. 13 
 
 CHRISTMAS. 
 
 I. 
 a Song of 3fos at Baton. 
 
 ^LL my heart this night rejoices, 
 As I hear, 
 Far and near, 
 Sweeteft angel voices ; 
 " Chrift is born," their choirs are finging, 
 Till the air 
 Everywhere 
 Now with joy is ringing. 
 
 For it dawns, — the promifed morrow 
 
 Of His birth 
 
 Who the earth 
 Refcues from her forrow. 
 God to wear our form defcendeth, 
 
 Of His grace 
 
 To our race 
 Here His Son He lendeth : 
 
 Yea, fo truly for us careth, 
 
 That His Son 
 
 All we've done 
 As our offering beareth ; 
 As our Lamb who, dying for us, 
 
14 Upta ©etmanira. 
 
 Bears our load, 
 And to God 
 Doth in peace reftore us. 
 
 Hark ! a voice from yonder manger, 
 
 Soft and fvveet, 
 
 Doth entreat, 
 " Flee from woe and danger ; 
 Brethren come, from all doth grieve you 
 
 You are freed, 
 
 All you need 
 I will furely give you." 
 
 Come then, let us haften yonder ; 
 
 Here let all, 
 
 Great and fmall, 
 Kneel in awe and wonder. 
 Love Him who with love is yearning ; 
 
 Hail the Star 
 
 That from far 
 Bright with hope is burning ! 
 
 Ye who pine in weary fadnefs, 
 
 Weep no more, 
 
 For the door 
 Now is found of gladnefs. 
 Cling to Him, for He will guide you - 
 
 Where no crofs, 
 
 Pain or lofs, 
 Can again betide you. 
 
 Hither come, ye heavy-hearted ; 
 Who for fin 
 Deep within, 
 
Upra <&ermantca. * 15 
 
 Long and fore have fmarted ; 
 
 For the poifon'd wounds you're feeling 
 
 Help is near, 
 
 One is here 
 Mighty for their healing ! 
 
 Hither come, ye poor and wretched ; 
 
 Know His will 
 
 Is to fill 
 Every hand outflretched ; 
 Here are riches without meafure, 
 
 Here forget 
 
 All regret, 
 Fill your hearts with treafure. 
 
 BlefTed Saviour, let me find Thee ! 
 
 Keep Thou me 
 
 Clofe to Thee, 
 Call me not behind Thee ! 
 Life of life, my heart Thou ftilleft, 
 
 Calm I reft 
 
 On Thy breaft, 
 All this void Thou filleft. 
 
 Thee, dear Lord, with heed I'll cherilh, 
 
 Live to Thee, 
 
 And with Thee 
 Dying, fhall not perifh ; 
 But fhall dwell with Thee for ever, 
 
 Far on high, 
 
 In the joy 
 That can alter never. 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. i 65 i . 
 
16 Egra i&ermamca. 
 
 II. 
 £2ae lobe ?6tm for Jge first lobe* 2E8. 
 
 JHOU faireft Child Divine, 
 In yonder manger laid, 
 In whom is God Himfelf well pleafed, 
 By whom were all things made, 
 On me art Thou beftow'd ; 
 
 How can fuch wonders be ! 
 
 The deareft that the Father hath 
 
 He gives me here in Thee ! 
 
 I was a foe to God, 
 
 I fought in Satan's hoft, 
 I trifled all His grace away, 
 
 Alas ! my foul was loft. 
 Yet God forgets my fin, 
 
 His heart, with pity moved, 
 He gives me, Heavenly Child, in Thee ; 
 
 Lo ! thus our God hath loved ! 
 
 Once blind with fin and felf, 
 
 Along the treacherous way, 
 That ends in ruin at the laft, 
 
 I haften'd far aftray ; 
 Then- God fent down His Son ; 
 
 For with a love moft deep, 
 Mod undeferved, His heart Hill yearn'd 
 
 O'er me, poor wandering fheep ! 
 
3Lgta <&ermantra. 
 
 God with His life of love 
 
 To me was far and flrange, 
 My heart clung only to the world 
 
 Of fight and fenfe and change ; 
 In Thee, Immanuel, 
 
 Are God and man made one ; 
 In Thee my heart hath peace with God, 
 
 And union in the Son. 
 
 Oh ponder this, my foul, 
 
 Our God hath loved us thus, 
 That even His only deareft Son 
 
 He freely giveth us. 
 Thou precious gift of God, 
 
 The pledge and bond of love, 
 With thankful heart I kneel to take 
 
 This treafure from above. 
 
 I kneel befide Thy couch, 
 
 I prefs Thee to my heart, 
 For Thee I gladly all forfake 
 
 And from the creature part : 
 Thou pricelefs Pearl ! lo, he 
 
 By whom Thou'rt loved and known, 
 Will give himfelf and all he hath 
 
 To win Thee for his own. 
 
 Oh come, Thou Bleffed Child, 
 
 Thou Saviour of my foul, 
 For ever bound to Thee, my name 
 
 Among Thy hoft enrol. 
 
1 8 Hgra ©ermantca. 
 
 Oh deign to take my heart, 
 And let Thy heart be mine, 
 
 That all my love flow out to Thee, 
 And lofe itfelf in Thine. 
 
 Tersteegen. i 73 i. 
 
 III. 
 
 <B<fo tottf) sa*. 
 
 BLESSED Jefus ! This 
 
 Thy lowly manger is 
 The Paradife where oft my foul would feed : 
 Here is the place, my Lord, 
 Where lies the Eternal Word 
 Clothed with our flefh, made like to us indeed. 
 
 For He whofe mighty fway 
 
 The winds and feas obey, 
 Submits to ferve, and Hoops to thofe who fin ; 
 
 The glorious Son of God 
 
 Doth bear the mortal load 
 Of earth and duft, like us and all our kin. 
 
 For thus, O Good Supreme, 
 
 Wilt Thou our flefh redeem, 
 And raife it to Thy throne o'er every height : 
 
 Eternal Strength, here Thou 
 
 To brotherhood doit bow 
 With tranfient things that pafs like mifts of night. 
 
Hgra <£etmantca. 19 
 
 Thy glory and Thy joy 
 
 All woe and grief deftroy ; 
 Thou, Heavenly Treafure, doll all wealth reflore ! 
 
 Thou deep and living Well ! 
 
 Thou great Immanuel 
 Doll conquer fin and death for evermore ! 
 
 Then come, whoe'er thou art, 
 
 O poor defponding heart, 
 Take courage now, let this thy fears difpel, 
 
 That lince His Son moll dear 
 
 Thy God hath given thee here, 
 It cannot be but God doth love thee well. 
 
 How often doll thou think 
 
 That thou mull furely link, 
 That hope and comfort are no more for thee ; 
 
 Come hither then and gaze 
 
 Upon this Infant's face, 
 And here the love of God incarnate fee. 
 
 Ah now the bleifed door 
 
 Stands open evermore 
 To all the joys of this world and the next : 
 
 This Babe will be our Friend, 
 
 And quickly make an end 
 Of all that faithful hearts long time hath vex'd. 
 
 Then, earth, we care no more 
 
 To feek thy richefl flore, 
 If but this treafure will be Mill our own ; 
 
 And he who holds it fall, 
 
 Till all this life is pall, 
 Our Lord will crown with joy before His throne. 
 Paul Gerhardt. 
 
Hgta ©etmantca. 
 
 EPIPHANY. 
 
 Cf)e IKing of ffltn. 
 
 KING of Glory ! David's Son ! 
 
 Our Sovereign and our Friend ! 
 In Heaven for ever (lands Thy throne, 
 Thy kingdom hath no end : 
 Oh now to all men, far and near, 
 
 Lord, make it known, we pray, 
 That as in heaven all creatures here 
 May know Thee and obey. 
 
 The Eaftern fages gladly bring 
 
 Their tribute-gifts to Thee ; 
 They witnefs that Thou art their King, 
 
 And humbly bow the knee ; 
 To Thee the Morning Star doth lead, 
 
 To Thee th' infpired Word, 
 We hail Thee, Saviour in our need, 
 
 We worfhip Thee, the Lord. 
 
 Ah look on me with pitying grace, 
 Though weak and poor I be, 
 
 Within Thy kingdom grant a place 
 Secure and bleft to me. 
 
Egta <£ermantca. 
 
 Oh refcue me from all my woes, 
 
 And fhield me with Thine arm 
 
 From Sin and Death, the mighty foes 
 That daily feek our harm. 
 
 And bid Thy Word, the faireft Star, 
 
 Within us clearly mine ; 
 Keep fin and all falfe doftrine far, 
 
 Since Thou haft claim'd us Thine : 
 Let us Thy name aright confefs, 
 
 And with Thy Chriftendom, 
 Our King and Saviour own and blefs 
 
 Through all the world to come. 
 
 Behemb. 1606. 
 
 II. 
 
 STfje ILtgfjt ttf tjje Miotic 
 
 CHRIST, our true and only Light, 
 Illumine thofe who fit in night, 
 Let thofe afar now hear Thy voice, 
 And in Thy fold with us rejoice. 
 
 Fill with the radiance of Thy grace 
 The fouls now loft in error's maze, 
 And all whom in their fecret minds 
 Some dark delufion hurts and blinds. 
 
 And all who elfe have ftray'd from Thee, 
 Oh gently feek ! Thy healing be 
 
Epra ©crmanira. 
 
 To every wounded confcience given, 
 And let them alfo ihare Thy heaven. 
 
 Oh make the deaf to hear Thy word, 
 And teach the dumb to fpeak, dear Lord, 
 Who dare not yet the faith avow, 
 Though fecretly they hold it now. 
 
 Shine on the darken'd and the cold, 
 Recal the wanderers from Thy fold, 
 Unite thofe now who walk apart, 
 Confirm the weak and doubting heart. 
 
 So they with us may evermore 
 Such grace with wondering thanks adore, 
 And endlefs praife to Thee be given 
 By all Thy Church in earth and heaven. 
 
 J. Heermann. 163c 
 
 III. 
 
 dForsafcmg all for tije Crue Higitf. 
 
 S thy heart athirft to know 
 
 That the King of heaven and earth 
 Deigns to dwell with man below, 
 Yea, hath ftoop'd to mortal birth ? 
 Search the Word with ceafelefs care 
 Till thou find this treafure there. 
 
Ugta ©fermantca. 23 
 
 With the fages from afar 
 
 Journey on o'er fea and land, 
 Till thou fee the Morning Star 
 
 O'er thy heart unchanging ftand, 
 Then fhalt thou behold His face 
 Full of mercy, truth and grace. 
 
 For if Chrift be born within, 
 
 Soon that likenefs fhall appear 
 Which the heart had loft through fin, 
 
 God's own image fair and clear, 
 And the foul ferene and bright 
 Mirrors back His heavenly light. 
 
 Jefus, let me feek for nought 
 
 But that Thou fhouldft dwell in me; 
 
 Let this only fill my thought, 
 How I may grow liker Thee, 
 
 Through this earthly care and ftrife, 
 
 Through the calm eternal life. 
 
 With the wife who know Thee right, 
 Though the world accounts them fools, 
 
 I will praife Thee day and night, 
 I will order by Thy rules 
 
 All my life, that it may be 
 
 Fill'd with praife and love of Thee. 
 
 Laurentius Laurentt. 1700. 
 
Egta ©etmamca. 
 
 IV. 
 <&\)xi%\ out (Example. 
 
 jjVER would I fain be reading 
 In the ancient holy Book, 
 Of my Saviour's gentle pleading, 
 Truth in every word and look. 
 
 How when children came He blefs'd them, 
 
 Suffer'd no man to reprove, 
 Took them in His arms, and prefs'd them 
 
 To His heart with words of love. 
 
 How to all the lick and tearful 
 
 Help was ever gladly fhown ; 
 How He fought the poor and fearful, 
 
 Call'd them brothers and His own. 
 
 How no contrite foul e'er fought Him, 
 
 And was bidden to depart, 
 How with gentle words He taught him, 
 
 Took the death from out his heart. 
 
 Still I read the ancient flory, 
 
 And my joy is ever new, 
 How for us He left His glory, 
 
 How He Hill is kind and true. 
 
Ugra <£ermanfca, 25 
 
 How the flock He gently leadeth 
 Whom His Father gave Him here ; 
 
 How His arms He widely fpreadeth 
 To His heart to draw us near. 
 
 Let me kneel, my Lord, before Thee, 
 
 Let my heart in tears o'erflow, 
 Melted by Thy love adore Thee, 
 
 Bleft in Thee 'mid joy or woe ! 
 
 Luise Hensel. 
 
26 Upra Gcrmantca. 
 
 PASSION WEEK. 
 
 I. 
 En tfje <&artoen. 
 
 HENE'ER again thou finkelt, 
 My heart, beneath thy load, 
 Or from the battle fhrinkeft, 
 And murmureft at thy God ; 
 Then I will lead thee hither, 
 
 To watch thy Saviour's prayer, 
 And learn from His endurance 
 How thou fhouldft alfo bear. 
 
 Oh come, wouldft thou be like Him, 
 
 Thy Lord Divine, and mark 
 What fharpeft forrows ftrike Him, 
 
 What anguifh deep and dark, — 
 That earneft cry to fpare Him, 
 
 The trial fcarce begun ? 
 Yet ftill he faith : " My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 
 
 Oh wherefore doth His fpirit 
 Such bitter conflict know ? 
 
 What fins, what crimes could merit 
 Such deep and awful woe ? 
 
Ugra Betmmica. 27 
 
 So pure are not the heavens, 
 
 So clear the noonday fun, 
 And yet He faith : " My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 
 
 Oh mark that night of forrow, 
 
 That agony of prayer ; 
 No friend can watch till morrow 
 
 His grief to foothe and mare ; 
 Oh where fhall He find comfort ? 
 
 With God, with God alone ; 
 And ftill He faith : « My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 
 
 Hath life for Him no gladnefs, 
 
 No joy the light of day ? 
 Can He then feel no fadnefs, 
 
 When heart and hope give way ? 
 That cup of mortal anguifh 
 
 One bitter cry hath won, 
 That it might pafs : " Yet, Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 And who the cup prepared Him, 
 
 And who the poifon gave ? 
 'Twas one He loved enfnared Him, 
 
 'Twas thofe He came to fave. 
 Oh fharpeft pain, to fufFer 
 
 Betray'd and mock'd — alone ; 
 Yet ftill He faith : " My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 
 
ILpra ©crmantca. 
 
 But what is joy or living, 
 
 What treachery or death, 
 When all His work, His ftriving, 
 
 Seems hanging on His breath ? 
 Oh can it ftand without Him, 
 
 That work but juft begun ? 
 Yet flill He faith : " My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 He fpeaks ; no more He fhrinketh, 
 
 Himfelf He offers up, 
 He fees it all, yet drinketh 
 
 For us that bitter cup, 
 He goes to meet the traitor, 
 
 The crofs He will not fhun, — 
 He faith : " I come, My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 
 
 My Saviour, I will never 
 
 Forget Thy word of grace, 
 But ftill repeat it ever, 
 
 Through good and evil days ; 
 And looking up to Heaven, 
 
 Till all my race is run, 
 I'll humbly fay : " My Father, - 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done ! " 
 
 W. Hey. 1828 
 
fLgra (Setmamca* 29 
 
 11. 
 at tyz dFoot of tfte <&ro08- 
 
 I H, world ! behold upon the tree 
 Thy Life is hanging now for thee, 
 Thy Saviour yields His dying breath ; 
 The mighty Prince of glory now 
 For thee doth unrefifting bow 
 
 To cruel ftripes, to fcorn and death. 
 
 Draw near, O world, and mark Him well ; 
 Behold the drops of blood that tell 
 
 How fore His conflict with the foe : 
 And hark ! how from that noble heart, 
 Sigh after figh doth flowly ftart 
 
 From depths of yet unfathom'd woe. 
 
 Alas ! my Saviour, who could dare 
 Bid Thee fuch bitter anguifh bear, 
 
 What evil heart entreat Thee thus ? 
 For Thou art good, haft wronged none, 
 As we and ours too oft have done, 
 
 Thou haft not iinn'd, dear Lord, like us. 
 
 I and my fins, that number more 
 Than yonder fands upon the more, 
 
 Have brought to pafs this agony ; 
 'Tis I have caufed the floods of woe 
 That now Thy dying foul o'erflow, 
 
 And thofe fad hearts that watch by Thee. 
 
3o Upta ©ermantca. 
 
 'Tis I to whom thefe pains belong, 
 'Tis I mould fuffer for my wrong, 
 
 Bound hand and foot in heavy chains ; 
 The fcourge, the fetters, whatfoe'er 
 Thou beareft, 'tis my foul mould bear, 
 
 For fhe hath well deferved fuch pains. 
 
 Yet Thou doft even for my fake 
 On Thee in love the burdens take 
 
 That weigh'd my fpirit to the ground : 
 Yes, Thou art made a curfe for me, 
 That I might yet be bleft through Thee ; 
 
 My healing in Thy wounds is found. 
 
 To fave me from the monfter's power, 
 From Death that all things would devour, 
 
 Thyfelf into his jaws doft leap ; 
 My death Thou takeft thus away, 
 And burieft in Thy grave for aye, 
 
 O love moft ftrangely true and deep ! 
 
 From henceforth there is nought of mine 
 But I would feek to make it Thine, 
 
 Since all myfelf to Thee I owe. 
 Whate'er my utmoft powers can do, 
 To Thee to render fervice true, 
 
 Here at Thy feet I lay it low. 
 
 Ah ! little have I, Lord, to give, 
 So poor, fo bafe the life I live, 
 
 But yet, till foul and body part, 
 
Ugra <&n;matttca- 3 » 
 
 This one thing I will do for Thee — 
 
 The woe, the death endured for me, 
 
 I'll cherifh in my inmoft heart. 
 
 Thy crofs mall be before my fight, 
 My hope, my joy, by day and night, 
 
 Whate'er I do, where'er I rove ; 
 And, gazing, I will gather thence 
 The form of fpotlefs innocence, 
 
 The feal of faultlefs truth and love. 
 
 And from Thy forrows will I learn 
 How fiercely doth God's anger burn, 
 
 How terribly His thunders roll, 
 How forely this our loving God 
 Can fmite with His avenging rod, 
 
 How deep His floods o'erwhelm the foul. 
 
 And I will fludy to adorn 
 
 My heart with meeknefs under fcorn, 
 
 With gentle patience in diflrefs, 
 With faithful love, that yearning cleaves 
 To thofe o'er whom to death it grieves, 
 
 Whofe fins its very foul opprefs. 
 
 When evil tongues with flinging blame 
 Would caft difhonour on my name, 
 
 I'll curb the pafTions that upflart ; 
 And take injuftice patiently, 
 And pardon, as Thou pardon'ft me, 
 
 With an ungrudging generous heart. 
 
3 z Ugta d&ermanica. 
 
 And I will nail me to Thy crofs, 
 And learn to count all things but drofs 
 
 Wherein the flefh doth pleafure take ; 
 Whate'er is hateful in Thine eyes, 
 With all the flrength that in me lies, 
 
 Will I cafl from me and forfake. 
 
 Thy heavy groans, Thy bitter fighs, 
 The tears that from Thy dying eyes 
 
 Were fhed when Thou waft fore opprefs'd, 
 Shall be with me, when at the laft 
 Myfelf on Thee I wholly caft, 
 
 And enter with Thee into reft. 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1659. 
 
 III. 
 
 <©ur heritage. 
 
 |H Jefus, the merit 
 
 Of all that Thou haft borne 
 Maketh me inherit 
 The crown that hath no thorn ! 
 
 Ah then, teach me duly 
 
 To worfhip at Thy crofs, 
 Owning inly, truly, 
 
 The Love that bore our lofs. 
 
 There to fin, oh let me 
 
 From henceforth daily die ; 
 
 Nor in death forget me, 
 
 Then grant me life on high. 
 Anon. 
 
Egta dsttmmm. 33 
 
 IV. 
 
 <&ux Iftepttal. 
 
 2 f IM on yonder crofs I love, 
 a t Nought befide on earth count dear ! 
 May He mine for ever prove, 
 Who is now fo inly near ! 
 Here I Hand : whate'er may come, 
 Days of funfhine or of gloom, 
 From this word I will not move ; 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 'Tis not hidden from my heart, 
 What true love muft often bring ; 
 
 Want and grief have foreft fmart, 
 Care and fcorn can fharply fling ; 
 
 Nay, but if Thy will were fuch, 
 
 Bittereft death Were not too much ! 
 
 Dark though here my coiirfe may prove : 
 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 Rather forrows fuch as thefe, 
 
 Rather love's acuteft pain, 
 Than without Him days of eafe, 
 
 Riches falfe and honours vain. 
 Count me ftrange, when I am true, 
 What He hates I will not do ; 
 Sneers no more my heart can move ; 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 D 
 
34 fLgra ©etmantca. 
 
 Know ye whence my ftrength is drawn, 
 Fearlefs thus the fight to wage? 
 
 Why my heart can laugh to fcorn 
 Flefhly weaknefs, Satan's rage ? 
 
 'Tis, I know the love of Chrift, 
 
 Mighty is that love unpriced ! 
 
 What can grieve me, what can move ? 
 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 Once the eyes that now are dim, 
 Shall difcern the changelefs love 
 That hath led us home to Him, 
 
 That hath crown'd us far above : 
 Would to God that all below 
 What that love is now might know, 
 And their hearts this word approve : 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 Greding. Born 1676. 
 
 V. 
 
 &t tfje Sepulchre. 
 
 PHOUfore-opprefs'd, 
 The Sabbath reft 
 In yon ftill grave art keeping ! 
 All Thy labour now is done, 
 Pall is all Thy weeping ! 
 
 The ft rife is o'er, 
 Nought hurts Thee more, 
 
Hgra (Sermanica* 35 
 
 The heart at laft hath flumber'd, 
 That in conflicT: fore for us 
 Bore our fins unnumber'd. 
 
 Thou awful tomb, 
 
 Once fill'd with gloom ! 
 How bleffed and how holy 
 Art thou now, fince in the grave 
 Slept the Saviour lowly ! 
 
 How calm and bleft 
 
 The dead now reft 
 Who in the Lord departed ! 
 All their works do follow them, 
 Yea, they fleep glad-hearted. 
 
 O lead us Thou, 
 To reft e'en now, 
 With all who forely anguihYd 
 'Neath the burden of their fins, 
 Long in woe have languiih'd. 
 
 O Bleffed Rock ! 
 Soon grant Thy flock 
 To fee Thy Sabbath morning ! 
 Strife and pain will all be paft 
 When that day is dawning. 
 
 Viktor Strauss. 
 
36 3L£ta ©etmatwa. 
 
 VI. 
 
 <©ut Ifteat. 
 
 | ORD Jefus, who, our fouls to fave, 
 Didft reft and flumber in the grave, 
 Now grant us all in Thee to reft, 
 And here to live as feems Thee beft. 
 
 Give us the ftrength, the dauntlefs faith, 
 That Thou haft purchafed with Thy death, 
 And lead us to that glorious place, 
 Where we fhall fee the Father's face. 
 
 O Lamb of God ! who once waft (lain, 
 We thank Thee for that bitter pain ! 
 Let us partake Thy death that we 
 May enter into life with Thee ! 
 
 George Werner. 1638. 
 
 
Egta Qbtmmica. 37 
 
 EASTER. 
 
 I. 
 
 Cije Seng of Cttumpf). 
 
 IHRIST the Lord is rifen again ! 
 Chrift hath broken every chain ! 
 Hark, the angels fhout for joy, 
 Singing evermore on high, 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He who gave for us His life, 
 Who for us endured the ftrife, 
 Is our Pafchal Lamb to-day ! 
 We too ling for joy, and fay : 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He who bore all pain and lofs 
 Comfortlefs upon the crofs, 
 Lives in glory now on high, 
 Pleads for us and hears our cry : 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He whofe path no records tell, 
 Who defcended into hell, 
 Who the ftrong man arm'd hath bound, 
 Now in higheft heaven is crown'd : 
 Hallelujah. 
 
38 ILpra ©ermamca. 
 
 He who flumber'd in the grave, 
 Is exalted now to fave ; 
 Now through Chriftendom it rings 
 That the Lamb is King of kings ! 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Now He bids us tell abroad, 
 How the loft may be reftored, 
 How the penitent forgiven, 
 How we too may enter heaven. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Thou our Pafchal Lamb indeed, 
 Chrift, to-day Thy people feed ; 
 Take our fins and guilt away, 
 That we all may fing for aye, 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 Bohemian Brethren. 
 
 II. 
 
 (EDttst our (ftjjampirjru 
 
 RE yet the dawn hath fill'd the flcies 
 Behold my Saviour Chrift arife, 
 He chafeth from us fin and night, 
 And brings us joy and life and light. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 O ftronger Thou than Death and Hell, 
 Where is the foe Thou canft not quell ? 
 
fLgta (SJermantca. 39 
 
 What heavy Hone Thou canft not roll 
 From off the prifon'd anguifh'd foul ? 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 If Jefus lives, can I be fad ? 
 I know He loves me, and am glad ; 
 Though all the world were dead to me, 
 Enough, O Chrift, if I have Thee ! 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He feeds me, comforts and defends, 
 And when I die His angel fends 
 To bear me whither He is gone, 
 For of His own He lofeth none. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 No more to fear or grief I bow, 
 God and the angels love me now ; 
 The joys prepared for me to-day 
 Drive fear and mourning far away ; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Strong Champion ! For this comfort fee 
 The whole world brings her thanks to Thee ; 
 And once we too mail raife above 
 More fweet and loud the fong we love ; 
 Hallelujah. 
 J. Heermann. 1630. 
 
40 fLgta (Bfetmanica* 
 
 III. 
 
 ftf)e tojole OTJotttf restored m Ofl&ttst. 
 
 g§ SAY to all men, far and near, 
 That He is rifen again ; 
 That He is with us now and here, 
 And ever fhall remain. 
 
 And what I fay, let each this morn 
 
 Go tell it to his friend, 
 That foon in every place mail dawn 
 
 His kingdom without end. 
 
 Now firft to fouls who thus awake 
 
 Seems earth a fatherland, 
 A new and endlefs life they take 
 
 With rapture from His hand. 
 
 The fears of death and of the grave 
 Are whelm'd beneath the fea, 
 
 And every heart now light and brave 
 May face the things to be. 
 
 The way of darknefs that He trod 
 To Heaven at laft fhall come, 
 
 And he who hearkens to His word 
 Shall reach His Father's home. 
 
fLgra G&ermanica* 41 
 
 Now let the mourner grieve no more, 
 
 Though his beloved fleep, 
 A happier meeting fhall reftore 
 
 Their light to eyes that weep. 
 
 Now every heart each noble deed 
 
 With new refolve may dare, 
 A glorious harveft fhall the feed 
 
 In brighter regions bear. 
 
 He lives, His prefence hath not ceafed, 
 Though foes and fears be rife ; 
 
 And thus we hail in Eafter's feaft 
 A world renew'd to life ! 
 
 Novalis. 1772-1 801. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Cfje Wltmmction from tfje Heat!) of &nu 
 
 RISEN Lord ! O conquering King ! 
 
 O Life of all that live ! 
 
 To-day that peace of Eafter bring 
 
 Which only Thou canft give ! 
 
 Once death, our foe, 
 
 Had laid Thee low, 
 
 Now haft Thou rent his bonds in twain, 
 
 For Thou art rifen who once waft flain ! 
 
42 Upra <&n;mamca. 
 
 The power of Thy great majefty 
 
 Burfts rocks and tombs away, 
 Thy victory raifes us with Thee 
 Into the glorious day ; 
 Now Satan's might 
 And Death's dark night 
 Have loft their power this blefTed morn, 
 And we to higher life are born. 
 
 Oh that our hearts might inly know 
 
 Thy victory over death, 
 And gazing on Thy conflict glow 
 With eager dauntlefs faith; 
 Thy quenchlefs light, 
 Thy glorious might 
 Still comfortlefs and lonely leave 
 The foul that cannot yet believe. 
 
 Then break through our hard hearts Thy way, 
 
 O Jefus, conquering King ! 
 Kindle the lamp of faith to-day, 
 Teach our faint hearts to fing 
 For joy at length, 
 That in Thy ftrength 
 We too may rife whom fin had flain, 
 And Thy eternal reft attain. 
 
 And when our tears for fin o'erflow, 
 
 Do Thou in love draw near, 
 The precious gift of peace bellow, 
 
 Shine on us bright and clear; 
 
ILgta <&etmantca, 43 
 
 That fo may we, 
 
 O Chrift, from Thee 
 Drink in the life that cannot die, 
 And keep true Eafter feafts on high. 
 
 Yes, let us truly know within 
 
 Thy rifmg from the dead, 
 And quit the grave of death and fin, 
 And keep that gift, our Head, 
 That Thou didft leave 
 For all who cleave 
 To Thee through all this earthly ftrife— 
 So fhall we enter into life. 
 
 J. H. BOHMER. I706. 
 
 V. 
 
 W$z OTialfc to <£mmatu*. 
 
 £AD with longing, fick with fears, 
 Toward Emmaus flowly go 
 Two whofe eyes are dim with tears, 
 And their hearts opprefs'd with wo, 
 Of their ruin'd hopes they talk ; 
 Yet while thus they fadly walk, 
 Jefus is not far away, 
 And their fears fhall foon allay. 
 
 Ah ! and Hill how many a heart 
 
 Onward toils in filent grief, 
 Mourning o'er its woes apart, 
 
 Hopelefs now of all relief; 
 
44 Hgra ©etmantca. 
 
 Oft it feeks to walk alone, 
 But to weep its fill unknown ; 
 Yet my Jefus cometh now, 
 Afking, wherefore weepeft thou ? 
 
 Many a time I've felt indeed 
 
 That He leaves me ne'er alone, 
 In the hour of utmoft need 
 
 Then Himfelf He maketh known ; 
 When in forrow I confume 
 As though He no more could come, 
 Lo ! I find Him more than near, 
 Quickly with His help He's here. 
 
 Trueft Friend, who canft not fail me, 
 
 Evermore abide with me ; 
 When the world would mod affail me, 
 
 Then Thy prefence let me fee ; 
 When its heavieft thunders roll, 
 Shelter Thou my trembling foul, 
 Come and in my fpirit reft, 
 I will do what feems Thee belt.. 
 
 When I dread fome coming ill, 
 
 Lord, then bid me think of this, 
 That my Saviour loves me ftill, 
 
 ■ And that I am furely His : 
 More of Thy word let me learn, 
 Till my heart within me burn, 
 Fill'd with love, and in Thy Light 
 Learn to know her Lord aright. 
 
Hgra Q&ttmanita. 45 
 
 Comfort thofe who, fill'd with gloom, 
 
 Lonely on their journey go, 
 Or within their filent room 
 
 Cry to Thee from depths of wo ; 
 When they leave the world apart, 
 There to weep out all their heart, 
 Let them hear Thy whifper mild ; 
 Wherefore doft thou mourn, my child ? 
 
 When life's day hath fleeted by, 
 When the night of death is near, 
 
 When in vain the darken'd eye 
 Seeks fome flay, fome helper here : 
 
 Then Thy followers' prayer fulfil, 
 
 Then abide Thou with us ftill, 
 
 Till Thou give us peace and reft 
 
 Stay, O flay, Thou noble guefl ! 
 
 L. E. S. Muller. 
 
4 6 Hgta <£crmantca. 
 
 ASCENSION. 
 
 W&t OTiag open**. 
 
 O-DAY our Lord went up on high, 
 And fo our fongs we raife ; 
 To Him with ftrong defire we cry 
 To keep us in His grace, 
 For we poor finners here beneath 
 Are dwelling ftill 'mid woe and death, 
 All hope in Him we place. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Thank God that now the way is made ! 
 
 The cherub-guarded door, 
 Through Him on whom our help was laid, 
 
 Stands open evermore ; 
 Who knoweth this is glad at heart, 
 And fwift prepares him to depart 
 
 Wherp Chrift is gone before. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Our heavenward courfe begins when \v» 
 
 Have found our Father, God, 
 And join us to His fons, and flee 
 
 The paths that once we trod ; 
 For He looks down, and they look up, 
 
iLgta €*etmantca. 47 
 
 They feel His love, they live in hope, 
 Until they meet their Lord. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Then all the depths of joy that lie 
 
 In this day we fhall know, 
 When we are made like Him on high, 
 
 Whom we confefs below, 
 When bathed in life's eternal flood 
 We dwell with Him, the higheft Good : 
 God grant us this to know ! 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 J. Zwick. 1538. 
 
 II. 
 
 artist's %L$ttvi8itm tfje dUrotmtr of <&ux$. 
 
 gINCE Chrift is gone to heaven, His home 
 I too muft one day fhare ; 
 And in this hope I overcome 
 All anguifh, all defpair ; 
 For where the Head is, well we know 
 The members He hath left below 
 In time He gathers there. 
 
 Since Chrift hath reach'd His glorious throne 
 
 And mighty gifts are His, 
 My heart can reft in heaven alone, 
 
 On earth my Lord I mifs, 
 
48 Egra ©ermantca. 
 
 I long to be with Him on high, 
 And heart and thoughts would hourly fly 
 Where now my treafure is. 
 
 From Thy afcenfion let fuch grace, 
 
 My Lord, be found in me, 
 That fteadfaft faith may guide my ways 
 
 Unfaltering up to Thee, 
 And at Thy voice I may depart 
 With joy to dwell where Thou, Lord, art ; 
 
 Oh grant this prayer to me ! 
 
 Josua Wegelin. 1636. 
 
 III. 
 
 STije l&mgtom of (ftfjrtet. 
 
 ONQUERING Prince and Lord of glory ! 
 Majefty enthroned in light ! 
 All the heavens are bow'd before Thee, 
 Far beyond them fpreads Thy might ; 
 Shall I fall not at Thy feet, 
 And my heart with rapture beat, 
 Now Thy glory is difplay'd, 
 Thine ere yet the worlds were made ? 
 
 Far and wide, Thou heavenly Sun, 
 Now Thy brightnefs ftreams abroad, 
 
 And Heaven's hoft anew hath won 
 Light and gladnefs from its Lord ; 
 
&gra <£etman(ca. 49 
 
 Hark, how yon unnumber'd throng 
 Welcome Thee with joyous fong : 
 See Thy children weak and few 
 Here would cry Hofanna too. 
 
 Of Thy cup (hall I not drink, 
 
 Now Thy glories o'er me mine ? 
 Shall my courage ever link, 
 
 Now I know all power is Thine ? 
 I will truft Thee, O my King, 
 And will fear no earthly thing, 
 Henceforth will I bow the knee 
 To no ruler, fave to Thee. 
 
 Power and Spirit now o'erflow, 
 
 On me alfo be they pour'd, 
 Till Thy laft and mightieft foe 
 
 Hath been made Thy footftool, Lord ; 
 Yea, let earth's remoteft end 
 To Thy righteous fceptre bend, 
 Make Thy way before Thee plain, 
 O'er all hearts and fpirits reign. 
 
 Lo ! Thy prefence filleth now 
 
 All Thy Church in every place, 
 To my heart, oh enter Thou, 
 
 See it thirfteth for Thy grace ; 
 Come, Thou King of glory, come, 
 Deign to make my heart Thy home. 
 There abide and rule alone, 
 As upon Thy heavenly throne ! 
 
50 Egta (Kermantca. 
 
 Parting, doft Thou bring Thy life, 
 God and heaven, moil inly near : 
 Let me rife o'er earthly flrife, 
 
 As though flill I faw Thee here, 
 And my heart tranfplanted hence, 
 Strange to earth and time and fenfe, 
 Dwell with Thee in heaven e'en now, 
 Where our only joy art Thou ! 
 
 Tersteegen. i 73 i 
 
 IV. 
 
 CJe Conine of <&xacc. 
 
 *Y Jefus, if the feraphim, 
 
 The burning hoft that near Thee ftand, 
 Before Thy Majefly are dim, 
 And veil their face at Thy command ; 
 How (hall thefe mortal eyes of mine, 
 Now dark with evil's hateful night, 
 Endure to gaze upon the light 
 That aye furrounds that throne of Thine ? 
 
 Yet grant the eye of faith, O Lord, 
 To pierce within the Holy Place, 
 
 For I am faved and Thou adored, 
 If I am quicken'd by Thy grace. 
 
 Behold, O King, before Thy throne 
 My foul in lowly love doth bend, 
 Oh (how Thyfelf her gracious Friend, 
 
 And fay, " I choofe thee for mine own." 
 
Egta <&exmm\ca. 51 
 
 Have mercy, Lord of love, for long 
 
 My fpirit for Thy mercy fighs, 
 My inmofl foul hath found a tongue, 
 
 " Be merciful, O God," lhe cries ! 
 I know Thou wilt not bid me go, 
 
 Thou canft not be ungracious, Lord, 
 
 To one for whom Thy blood was pour'd, 
 Whofe guilt was cancelPd by Thy woe. 
 
 Here in Thy gracious hands I fall, 
 To Thee I cling with faith's embrace, 
 
 O righteous Sovereign, hear my call, 
 And turn, O turn, to me in grace ! 
 
 For through Thy forrows I am juft, 
 And guilt no more in me is found, 
 Thus reconciled, my foul is bound 
 
 To Thee in endlefs love and truft. 
 
 And let Thy wifdom be my guide, 
 Nor take Thy light from me away, 
 
 Thy grace be ever at my fide, 
 
 That from the path I may not ftray 
 
 Which Thou doft love, but evermore 
 In fteadfaft faith my courfe fulfil, 
 And keep Thy word, and do Thy will, 
 
 Thy love within, Thy heaven before ! 
 
 Reach down and arm me with Thy hand, 
 And ftrengthen me with inner might, 
 
 That I through faith may itrive and Hand 
 Though craft and force againft me fight : 
 
52 Egta iffiermamca. 
 
 So fhall the kingdom of Thy love 
 
 Be through me and within me fpread, 
 That honours Thee, our glorious Head, 
 
 And crowneth us in realms above. 
 
 Yes, yes, to Thee my foul would cleave, 
 O choofe it, Saviour, for Thy throne ! 
 
 Couldft Thou in love to me once leave 
 The glory that was all Thine own, 
 
 So honour Thou my life and heart 
 
 That Thou mayft find a heaven in me, 
 And when this houfe decay'd fhall be, 
 
 Then grant the heaven where now Thou art. 
 
 To Thee I rife in faith on high, 
 O bend Thou down in love to me ! 
 
 Let nothing rob me of this joy, 
 
 That all my foul is fiird with Thee ; 
 
 As long as I have life and breath, 
 Thee will I honour, fear, and love, 
 And when this heart hath ceafed to move, 
 
 Yet Love fhall live and conquer death. 
 
 W. C. Dessler. 1692. 
 
 
Hgra Q&wcmmiw. 53 
 
 WHITSUNTIDE. 
 
 I. 
 Cf)e 02Eotfc of tyz Jgclg Sptttt 
 
 |OLY Spirit, once again 
 
 Come, Thou true Eternal God ! 
 Nor Thy power defcend in vain, 
 Make us ever Thine abode ; 
 So (hall Spirit, joy, and light 
 Dwell in us, where all was night. 
 
 Pour into our heart and mind 
 
 Wifdom, counfel, truth, and love ; 
 
 That we be to nought inclined, 
 
 Save what Thou mayft well approve ; 
 
 Let Thy knowledge fpread and grow, 
 
 Working error's overthrow. 
 
 Guide us, Lord, from day to day, 
 
 Keep us in the paths of grace, 
 Clear all hindrances away 
 
 That might foil us in the race ; 
 When we Humble hear our call, 
 Work repentance for our fall. 
 
 Witnefs in our hearts that God 
 
 Counts us children through His Son, 
 
 That our Father's gentle rod 
 Smites us for our good alone, 
 
54 It2?ra <£ermantca. 
 
 So when tried, perplex'd, diftreft, 
 In His love we ftill may reft. 
 
 Quicken us to feek His face 
 Freely, with a trulting heart, 
 
 In our prayers O breathe Thy grace, 
 Go with us when we depart, 
 
 So mall our requefts be heard, 
 
 And our faith to joy be flirr'd. 
 
 And whene'er a yearning ftrong 
 
 Preffes out the bitter cry, 
 " Ah my God, how long, how long ?" 
 
 Then O let me find Thee nigh, 
 And Thy words of healing balm 
 Bring me courage, patience, calm. 
 
 Spirit Thou of ftrength and power, 
 Thou new Spirit God hath given, 
 
 Aid us in temptation's hour, 
 
 Train and perfect us for heaven, 
 
 Arm us in the battle-field, 
 
 Leave us never there to yield. 
 
 Lord, preferve us in the faith, 
 Suffer nought to drive us thence, 
 
 Neither Satan, fcorn, nor death, 
 Be our God and our defence, 
 
 Though the flefh refill Thy will, 
 
 Let Thy word be ftronger ftill. 
 
Ugta German tea. 55 
 
 And at laft when we mull die, 
 
 Oh allure the finking heart 
 Of the glorious realm on high 
 
 Where Thou healeft every fmart, 
 Of the joys unfpeakable 
 Where our God would have us dwell. 
 Anon. 
 
 II. 
 
 €i)e Spirit of flHistrom, 2Lobe, an* $0$. 
 
 ? A WEETEST Joy the foul can know, 
 Faireft Light was ever ihed, 
 Who alike in joy or woe, 
 Leaveft none unvifited ; • 
 Spirit of the Highefl: God, 
 Lord from whom is life beftow'd, 
 Who upholder!: everything, 
 Hear me, hear me, while I ling ! 
 
 For the noblefr. gift Thou art 
 
 That a foul e'er fought or won, 
 Have I wilh'd Thee to my heart, 
 
 Then my wifhing all is done ; 
 Ah then yield Thee, nor refufe 
 Here to dwell, for Thou didft choofe 
 This my heart, from e'en its birth, 
 For Thy temple here on earth. 
 
5 6 Egra <&ermantca. 
 
 Thon art fhcd like gentleft fhovvers 
 
 From the Father and the Son, 
 Bringeft to this earth of ours 
 
 Pureft bleffing from their throne ; 
 Suffer then, O noble Gueft, 
 That rich gift by Thee pofleft, 
 Which Thou giveft at Thy will 
 All my foul and flefh to fill. 
 
 Thou art wife, before Thee ftand 
 
 Hidden things unveil'd to Thee, 
 Counteft up the grains of fand, 
 
 Fathomeft the deepefl fea, 
 And Thou knoweft well how blind, 
 Dark and crooked is my mind ; 
 Give me wifdom, in Thy light 
 Let me pleafe my God aright. 
 
 Thou art holy, entereft in 
 
 Where pure hearts Thy coming wait, 
 But Thou fleeft fhame and fin, 
 
 Craft and falfehood Thou doft hate ; 
 Warn me then, O Well of grace, 
 Every ftain and fpot efface, 
 Let me flee what Thou doft flee, 
 Grant me what Thou lov'ft to fee. 
 
 Thou art loving, hateft ftrife, 
 As a lamb of patient mood, 
 
 Calm through all our reftlefs life, 
 E'en to finners kind and good ; 
 
iLpra <£etmatwa. 57 
 
 Grant me too this noble mind, 
 To be calm and true and kind, 
 Loving every friend or foe, 
 Grieving none whom Thou doll know. 
 
 Well contented is my heart, 
 
 If but Thou reject me not ; 
 If but Thou wilt ne'er depart, 
 
 I am bleft whate'er my lot ; 
 Thine for ever make me now, 
 And to Thee, my Lord, I vow 
 Here and yonder to employ 
 Every power for Thee with joy. 
 
 Be my help when danger's nigh, 
 
 When I fink hold Thou me up, 
 Be my life when I muft die, 
 
 In the grave be Thou my hope ; 
 Bring me when I rife again 
 To the land that knows no pain, 
 Where Thy followers from Thy ftream 
 Drink for ever joys fupreme. 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1653. 
 
58 Hgra (Scrmantca. 
 
 ill. 
 Cfje Units of tfje Spirit. 
 
 vj 
 
 |^HE Church of Chrift that He hath hallow'd 
 here 
 To be His houfe, is fcatter'd far and near, ■ 
 In North and South and Eaft and Weft abroad, 
 And yet in earth and heaven, through Chrift her Lord, 
 The Church is one. 
 
 One member knoweth not another here, 
 And yet their fellowfhip is true and near, 
 One is their Saviour, and their Father one, 
 One Spirit rules them, and among them none 
 Lives to himfelf. 
 
 They live to Him who bought them with His blood, 
 Baptized them with His Spirit pure and good, 
 And in true faith and ever- burning love 
 Their hearts and hope afcend to feek above 
 The eternal Good. 
 
 O Spirit of the Lord, all life is Thine, 
 Now fill Thy Church with life and power divine, 
 That many children may be born to Thee, 
 And fpread Thy knowledge like the boundlefs fea, 
 To God's great praife. 
 A. G. Spangenberg. 1747. 
 
fLgra <&txmmiia. 59 
 
 IV. 
 
 W^z Strength of tfje Otfjutd). 
 
 jf ARK, the Church proclaims her honour 
 And her ftrength is only this : 
 God hath laid His choice upon her, 
 And the work lhe doth is His. 
 
 He His Church hath firmly founded, 
 He will guard what He began ; 
 
 We, by fin and foes furrounded, 
 Build her bulwarks as we can. 
 
 Frail and fleeting are our powers, 
 Short our days, our forefight dim, 
 
 And we own the choice not ours, 
 We were chofen firft by Him. 
 
 Onward then ! for nought defpairing, 
 
 Calm we follow at His word, 
 Thus through joy and forrow bearing 
 
 Faithful witnefs to our Lord. 
 
 Though we here muft ftrive with weaknefs, 
 Though in tears we often bend, 
 
 What His might began in meeknefs 
 Shall achieve a glorious end. 
 
 S. Preiswerk. 
 
6o Hgra <H5rermani*a* 
 
 v. 
 
 W&z HBtff uston of tf)e <£ospel. 
 
 J PREAD, oh fpread, thou mighty Word, 
 Spread the kingdom of the Lord, 
 Wherefoe'er His breath has given 
 
 Life to beings meant for heaven. 
 
 Tell them how the Father's will 
 Made the world, and keeps it ftill, 
 How He fent His Son to fave 
 All who help and comfort crave. 
 
 Tell of our Redeemer's love, 
 Who for ever doth remove 
 By His holy facrifice, 
 All the guilt that on us lies. 
 
 Tell them of the Spirit given 
 Now, to guide us up to heaven, 
 Strong and holy, juft and true, 
 Working both to will and do. 
 
 Word of Life ! mod pure and ftrong, 
 Lo ! for Thee the nations long ; 
 Spread, till from its dreary night 
 All the world awakes to light. 
 
 
ILgra 4&txmmizK. 
 
 Up, the ripening fields ye fee, 
 Mighty fhall the harveft be, 
 But the reapers ftill are few, 
 Great the work they have to do. 
 
 Lord of harveft, let there be 
 
 Joy and ftrength to work for Thee, 
 
 Till the nations far and near 
 
 See Thy Light, and learn Thy fear. 
 
 Bahnmaier. 
 
62 Egra <&etmamca. 
 
 TRINITY. 
 
 I. 
 
 a Jftotnmg Jggmn, 
 
 HEE Fount of bleffing we adore ! 
 Lo ! we unlock our lips before 
 Thy Godhead's deep of holinefs, 
 Oh deign to hear us now and blefs. 
 
 The Lord, the Maker, with us dwell, 
 In foul and body fhield us well, 
 And guard us with His fleeplefs might 
 From every ill by day and night! 
 
 The Lord, the Saviour, Light Divine, 
 Now caufe His face on us to fhine, 
 That feeing Him, with perfect faith 
 We trull His love for life and death ! 
 
 The Lord, the Comforter, be near, 
 Imprint His image deeply here, 
 From bonds of fin and dread releafe, 
 And give us His unchanging peace ! 
 
 O Triune God ! Thou vaft abyfs ! 
 Thou ever-flowing Fount of blifs, 
 Flow through us, heart and foul and will 
 With endlefs praife and bleffing fill ! 
 
 Tersteegen. 173 i. 
 
Egra (fetxmmka. 63 
 
 11. 
 ©ur dFatf)er, Iftrtreemer, i^uftre* 
 
 FATHER-EYE, that hath fo truly watch'd, 
 O Father-hand, that hath fo gently led, 
 O Father-heart, that by my prayer is 
 touch'd, 
 That loved me firft when I was cold and dead : 
 Still do Thou lead me on with faithful care 
 
 The narrow path to heaven where I would go, 
 And train me for the life that waits me there, 
 Alike through love and lofs, through weal and wo. 
 
 O my Redeemer, who for me waft flain, 
 
 Who bringell me forgivenefs and releafe, 
 Whofe death has ranfom'd me to God again, 
 
 That now my heart can reft in perfect peace ; 
 Still more and more do Thou my foul redeem, 
 
 From every bondage fet me wholly free, 
 Though Evil oft the mightieft power may feem, 
 
 Still make me more than conqueror, Lord, in 
 Thee. 
 
 O Holy Spirit, who with gentleft breath 
 Doft teach to pray, doft comfort or reprove, 
 
 Who giveft us all joy and hope and faith, 
 
 Through whom we live at peace with God in love ; 
 
64 Egra <&etmamca. 
 
 Still do Thou (hed Thine influence abroad, 
 Let me the Father's image ever wear, 
 
 Make me a holy temple of my God, 
 
 Where dwells for ever calm adoring prayer ! 
 
 S PITTA. 
 
 III. 
 &n <£benmfl ®gmm 
 
 |RUE mirror of the Godhead ! Perfeft Light ! 
 Thou Three in One, whofe never-flumber- 
 ing might 
 
 Enfolds the world within its fheltering wings, 
 And holds in being all created things ! 
 
 We praife Thee with the earlieft morning ray, 
 We praife Thee with the parting beam of day ; 
 All things that live and move, by fea and land, 
 For ever ready at Thy fervice ftand. 
 
 Exhauftlefs Treafure ! Being limitlefs ! 
 What gaze hath ever pierced Thy deep abyfs ? 
 Deep Fount of Life ! Light inacceffible ! 
 How great Thy power, O God, what tongue can 
 tell ? 
 
 Thy Chriftendom is finging night and day, 
 " Glory to Him, the mighty God, for aye, 
 
Ugra <©ermantca* 6$ 
 
 By Whom, through Whom, in Whom all beings are ! " 
 Grant us to echo on this fong afar ! 
 
 Thy Name is great, Thy kingdom in us dwell, 
 Thy will conftrain and feed and guide us well ; 
 Spare us, redeem us in the evil hour, 
 For Thine the glory, Thine the rule, the power. 
 T. Franck. 1653. 
 
£>edricesu 
 
 MORNING PRAYER. 
 
 I. 
 dFot tfje Safcfiatf) iflornmg. 
 
 IGHT of light enlighten me 
 Now anew the day is dawning ; 
 Sun of grace, the fhadows flee, 
 Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning, 
 With Thy joyous funfhine blefl 
 Happy is my day of reft! 
 
 Fount of all our joy and peace, 
 To Thy living waters lead me, . 
 
 Thou from earth my foul releafe 
 
 And with grace and mercy feed me; 
 
 Blefs Thy word that it may prove 
 
 Rich in fruits that Thou doll love. 
 
 Kindle Thou the facrifice 
 
 That upon my lips is lying; 
 Clear the fhadows from mine eyes 
 
Epra <£ermantca. 67 
 
 That, from every error flying, 
 No ftrange fire may in me glow 
 That Thine altar doth not know. 
 
 Let me with my heart to-day, 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, finging, 
 Rapt awhile from earth away, 
 
 All my foul to Thee upfpringing, 
 Have a foretafte inly given 
 How they worfhip Thee in Heaven. 
 
 Reft in me and I in Thee, 
 
 Build a Paradife within me ; 
 Oh reveal Thyfelf to me, 
 
 Blefled Love, who diedft to win me ; 
 Fed from Thine exhauftlefs urn 
 Pure and bright my lamp fhall burn. 
 
 Hence all care, all vanity, 
 
 For the day to God is holy ; 
 Come Thou glorious Majefty 
 
 Deign to fill this temple lowly, 
 Nought to-day my foul fhall move 
 Simply refting in Thy love. 
 
 B. Schmolck. 1 73 1. 
 
68 Hgta i&ermantca. 
 
 II. 
 ISefore lufcltc SHor^tp. 
 
 *LESSED Jefus, at Thy word 
 
 We are gather'd all to hear Thee ; 
 Let our hearts and fouls be flirr'd 
 Now to feek and love and fear Thee ; 
 By Thy teachings fweet and holy 
 Drawn from earth to love Thee folely. 
 
 All our knowledge, fenfe, and fight 
 Lie in deepeft darknefs fhrouded, 
 
 Till Thy Spirit breaks our night 
 
 With the beams of truth unclouded ; 
 
 Thou alone to God canft win us, 
 
 Thou mull work all good within us. 
 
 Glorious Lord, Thyfelf impart ! 
 
 Light of light from God proceeding, 
 Open Thou our ears and heart, 
 
 Help us by Thy Spirit's pleading, 
 Hear the cry Thy people raifes, 
 Hear, and blefs our prayers and praifes ! 
 
 T. Clausnitzer. 1671 
 
Egra (Sxermantca. 69 
 
 III. 
 In Ctme of Wiwc anft IJerasmition* 
 
 f NCE more the day-light mines abroad, 
 O Brethren let us praife the Lord, 
 Whofe grace and mercy thus have kept 
 The nightly watch while we have flept. 
 
 To Him let us together pray 
 With all our heart and foul to-day, 
 That He would keep us in His love, 
 And all our guilt and iin remove. 
 
 Eternal God ! Almighty Friend, 
 Whofe deep companions have no end, 
 Whofe never-failing ftrength and might 
 Have kept us fafely through the night : 
 
 Now fend us from Thy heavenly throne 
 Thy grace and help through Chrift Thy Son, 
 That with Thy ftrength our hearts may glow, 
 And fear nor man nor ghoftly foe. 
 
 Ah Lord God ! hear us we implore ! 
 Be Thou our Guardian evermore, 
 Our mighty Champion and our fhield 
 That goeth with us to the field. 
 
7o Upra (Sfermanica. 
 
 We offer up ourfelves to Thee, 
 That heart and word and deed may be 
 In all things guided by Thy mind, 
 And in Thine eyes acceptance find. 
 
 Thus, Lord, we bring through Chrift Thy Son 
 Our morning offering to Thy throne ; 
 Now be Thy precious gift outpour'd, 
 And help us for Thine honour, Lord ! 
 
 Bohemian Brethren. 
 
 IV. 
 
 In Ctme of Htstte**. 
 
 Written during the Thirty Years' War. 
 
 ^HEN anguifh'd and perplexed, with many 
 a figh and tear 
 I lift mine eyes up to the hills, and pour 
 
 out all my woe, 
 Thou bended down Thine ear, 
 And never from Thy face, dear Lord, uncomfortei 
 I go. 
 
 My help and my defence come, faithful God, 
 from Thee, 
 
 By Whom the heavens were fixed, and earth's foun 
 dations laid ; 
 Man cannot fuccour me, 
 Before Thy throne alone I find my refuge and my 
 aid. 
 
Ugra <£etmantca. 71 
 
 Thou watcheft that my foot mould neither flip 
 nor ftray, 
 Thou guideft me Thyfelf through all my dark and 
 troubled courfe, 
 Thou pointeft me the way 
 Amid the fnares of fin and death, and this world's 
 craft and force. 
 
 Guardian of Ifrael ! Thou doft flumber not, 
 nor fleep, 
 Thine eye is open day and night, ftill watching over 
 thofe 
 Who true allegiance keep 
 To Jefus' banner of the Crofs, and bravely meet His 
 foes. 
 
 And when Thou bidd'ft me leave this world of 
 ftrife and pain, 
 Grant me in Thee a fteadfaft hope, and gentle quick 
 releafe, 
 Knowing we rife again 
 To dwell where death and war are not, in endlefs 
 joy and peace. 
 
 M. A. VON L.OWENSTERN. 
 
72 Egra €fermanica. 
 
 V. 
 W$z (ftfjttetian's doming Sacrifice* 
 
 j THOUMoflHighefl ! Guardian of mankind ! 
 Supreme exhaufllefs Good Thou art ! 
 To Thee I offer foul and heart : 
 Praife Him all creatures with your flrength and mind, 
 For He is kind ! 
 
 Yes, Lord, 'tis of Thy power alone to-day 
 That flill I draw my living breath, 
 Thy grace preferves me Hill from death, 
 
 O Father-heart, reject me not, but Hay 
 With me to-day. 
 
 O Ifrael's God, I bring Thee now my will, 
 That would be Thine whate'er it coil, 
 Love Thy good gifts, yet love Thee moft ; 
 
 This is my prayer while yet the morn is flill, 
 Take Thou my will. 
 
 O Fount of grace, in love be Thou my guide, 
 Thine eye look down on me in power, 
 Whate'er I do or am each hour 
 
 Prepare me for th' eternal life, abide 
 Still at my fide. 
 
Hgra CJermanwa* 73 
 
 The foul and body Thou doll hold in life, 
 Be ever ready in Thy fear 
 To fight for truth and juftice here, 
 
 And trufting Thee to meet the final ftrife, 
 For Thou art Life. 
 
 BJefs all my works and ways, my light increafe, 
 Order my doings for the beft, 
 In all my toil be Thou my reft, 
 Until at laft I lay me down in peace 
 That ne'er mall ceafe. 
 
 Joachim Neander. 1679. 
 
 VI. 
 
 & jfftorntng Song irt ©Ufone*** 
 
 £S a bird in meadows fair 
 Or in lonely foreft iings, 
 Till it fills the fummer air 
 And the greenwood fweetly rings, 
 So my heart to Thee would raife, 
 O my God, its fong of praife, 
 That the gloom of night is o'er 
 And I fee the fun once more. 
 
 If Thou, Sun of Love, arife, 
 All my heart with joy is ftirr'd, 
 
 And to greet Thee upward flies 
 Gladfome as yon little bird. 
 
74 &gta i&etmamca. 
 
 Shine Thou in me clear and bright 
 Till I learn to praife Thee right; 
 Guide me in the narrow way, 
 Let me ne'er in darknefs ftray. 
 
 Blefs to-day whate'er I do, 
 
 Blefs whate'er I have and love ; 
 From the paths of virtue true 
 Let me never, never rove ; 
 By Thy Spirit ftrengthen me 
 In the faith that leads to Thee, 
 Then an heir of life on high 
 Fearlefs I may live and die. 
 
 Anon. About 1580. 
 
 VII. 
 
 & MoxnirtQ Stager* 
 
 m 
 
 f HE golden morn flames up the Eaftern iky, 
 And what dark night had hid from every 
 eye 
 
 All-piercing day-light fummons clear to view : 
 And all the forefts, vale or plain or hill, 
 That flept in mift enfhrouded, dark and ftill, 
 In gladfome light are glittering now anew. 
 
 Shine in my heart, and bring me joy and light, 
 Sun of my darken'd foul, difpel its night, 
 
Hgra t&nmmita. 75 
 
 And fhed in it the truthful day abroad ; 
 And all the many gloomy folds lay bare 
 Within this heart, that fain would learn to wear 
 
 The pure and glorious likenefs of its Lord. 
 
 Glad with Thy light, and glowing with Thy love, 
 So let me ever fpeak and think and move 
 
 As fits a foul new-touch'd with life from Heaven, 
 That feeks but fo to order all her courfe 
 As moil to mow the glory of that Source 
 
 By whom alone her ftrength, her life are given. 
 
 I afk not, take away this weight of care ; 
 No, for that love I pray that all can bear, 
 
 And for the faith that whatfoe'er befall 
 Muft needs be good, and for my profit prove, 
 Since from my Father's heart moft rich in love, 
 
 And from His bounteous hands it cometh alL. 
 
 I afk not that my courfe be calm and Hill ; 
 No, here too, Lord, be done Thy holy will ; 
 
 I afk but for a quiet childlike heart ; 
 Though thronging cares and reftlefs toil be mine, 
 Yet may my heart remain for ever Thine, 
 
 Draw it from earth, and fix it where Thou art. 
 
 I afk Thee not to finifh foon the flrife, 
 The toil, the trouble of this earthly life ; 
 
 No, be my peace amid its grief and pain ; 
 I pray not, grant me now Thy realm on high ; 
 No, ere I die let me to evil die, 
 
 And through Thy crofs my fins be wholly flain. 
 
y6 Egra i&ettnantca. 
 
 True Morning Sun of all my life, I pray 
 That not in vain Thou fhine on me to-day, 
 
 Be Thou my light when all around is gloom ; 
 Thy brightnefs, hope, and courage on me fhed, 
 That I may joy to fee when life is fled 
 
 The fetting fun that brings the pilgrim home. 
 
 Spitta 
 
Upra ©ermantca. 77 
 
 EVENING PRAYER. 
 
 I. 
 Crust in <&titt. 
 
 HE night is come, wherein at laft we reft, 
 God order this and all things for the beft ! 
 Beneath His bleffing fearlefs we may lie 
 Since He is nigh. 
 
 Drive evil thoughts and fpirits far away, 
 Matter, watch o'er us till the dawning day, 
 Body and foul alike from harm defend, 
 Thine angel fend. 
 
 Let holy prayers and thoughts our lateft be, 
 Let us awake with joy, ftill clofe to Thee, 
 In all ferve Thee, in every deed and thought. 
 Thy praife be fought. 
 
 Give to the fick as Thy beloved fleep, 
 And help the captive, comfort thofe who weep, 
 Care for the widows' and the orphans' woe, 
 Keep far our foe. * 
 
 For we have none on whom for help to call, 
 Save Thee, O God in heaven, who car'ft for a] 
 And wilt forfake them never, day or night, 
 Who love Thee right. 
 
78 Egra ©ermantca. 
 
 Father, Thy Name be praifed, Thy Kingdom come, 
 Thy will be wrought as in our heavenly home, 
 Keep us in life, forgive our fins, deliver 
 
 Us now and ever! Amen. 
 
 Bohemian Brethren. 
 
 II. 
 
 &n (£benmg &f)anfcj5gtbmg. 
 
 JINK not yet, my foul, to flumber, 
 Wake, my heart, go forth and tell 
 All the mercies without number 
 That this by-gone day befell ; 
 Tell how God hath kept afar 
 All things that againft me war, 
 Hath upheld me and defended, 
 And His grace my foul befriended. 
 
 Father merciful and holy, 
 
 Thee to-night I praife and blefs, 
 
 Who to labour true and lowly 
 Granteft ever meet fuccefs ; 
 
 Many a fin and many a woe, 
 
 Many a -fierce and fubtle foe 
 
 Haft Thou check'd that once alarm'd me, 
 
 So that nought to-day has harm'd me. 
 
 Yes, our wifdom vainly ponders, 
 Fathoms not Thy loving thought; 
 
Hgta (fetxmmica. 79 
 
 Never tongue can tell the wonders 
 
 That each day for us are wrought ; 
 Thou haft guided me to-day 
 That no ill hath crofs'd my way, 
 There is neither bound nor meafure 
 In Thy love's o'erflowing treafure. 
 
 Now the light, that nature gladdens, 
 
 And the pomp of day is gone, 
 And my heart is tired and faddens 
 
 As the gloomy night comes on ; 
 Ah then, with Thy changelefs light 
 Warm and cheer my heart to-night, 
 As the fhadows round me gather 
 Keep me clofe to Thee, my Father. 
 
 Of Thy grace I pray Thee pardon 
 Ay my fins, and heal their fmart ; 
 
 Sore and heavy is their burden, 
 Sharp their fling within my heart; 
 
 And my foe lays manv a fnare 
 
 But to tempt me to defpair, 
 
 Only Thou, dear Lord, canft fave me, 
 
 Let him not prevail to have me. 
 
 Have I e'er from Thee departed, 
 
 Now I feek Thy face again, 
 And Thy Son, the loving-hearted, 
 
 Made our peace through bitter pain. 
 Yes, far greater than our fin, 
 Though it flill be flrong within, 
 Is the Love that fails us never, 
 Mercy that endures for ever. 
 
80 Egta ©etmantca. 
 
 Brightnefs of the eternal city ! 
 
 Light of every faithful foul ! 
 Safe beneath Thy fheltering pity 
 
 Let the tempefts paft me roll ; 
 Now it darkens far and near, 
 Still, my God, ftill be Thou here ; 
 Thou canft comfort, and Thou only, 
 When the night is long and lonely. 
 
 E'en the twilight now hath vaniuYd, 
 
 Send Thy bleffing on my fleep, 
 Every fin and terror banifh'd, 
 
 Let my reft be calm and deep. 
 Soul and body, mind and health, 
 Wife and children, houfe and wealth, 
 Friend and foe, the fick, the ftranger, 
 Keep Thou fafe from harm and danger . 
 
 Keep me fafe till morn is breaking, 
 
 Nightly terrors drive Thou hence, 
 Let not ficknefs keep me waking ; 
 
 Sudden death and peftilence, 
 Fire and water, noife of war, 
 Keep Thou from my houfe afar ; 
 Let me die not unrepented, 
 That my foul be not tormented. 
 
 O Thou mighty God, now hearken 
 To the prayer Thy child hath made ; 
 
 Jefus, while the night-hours darken 
 Be Thou ftill my hope, my aid ; 
 
Egra <£etmatwa. 
 
 H0I7 Ghoft, on Thee I call, 
 Friend and Comforter of all, 
 Hear my earneft prayer, oh hear me ! 
 Lord, Thou heareft, Thou art near me. 
 
 J. Rist. 1642. 
 
 III. 
 In Striates 
 
 l ORD, a whole long day of pain 
 Now at laft is o'er ! 
 Ah how much we can fuftain 
 I have felt once more ; 
 Felt how frail are all our powers, 
 
 And how weak our truft ; 
 If Thou help not, thefe dark hours 
 Crufh us to the dull. 
 
 Could I face the coming night 
 
 If Thou wert not near ? 
 Nay, without Thy love and might 
 
 I muft link with fear : 
 Round me falls the evening gloom, 
 
 Sights and founds all ceafe, 
 But within this narrow room 
 
 Night will bring no peace. 
 
 Other weary eyes may clofe, 
 All things feek their lleep, 
 
 Hither comes no foft repofe, 
 I muft wake and weep. 
 
 G 
 
Hgra Srtmantca. 
 
 Come then, Jefus, o'er me bend, 
 Give me ftrength to cope 
 
 With my pains, and gently fend 
 Thoughts of peace and hope. 
 
 Draw my weary heart away 
 
 From this gloom and ftrife, 
 And thefe fever pains allay 
 
 With the dew of life ; 
 Thou canft calm the troubled mind, 
 
 Thou its dread canft ftill, 
 Teach me to be all refign'd 
 
 To my Father's will. 
 
 Then if I muft wake and weep 
 
 All the long night through, 
 Thou the watch with me wilt keep, 
 
 Friend and Guardian true ; 
 In the darknefs Thou wilt fpeak 
 
 Lovingly with me, 
 Though my heart may vainly feek 
 
 Words to breathe to Thee. 
 
 Wherefoe'er my couch is made 
 
 In Thy hands I lie, 
 And to Thee alone for aid 
 
 Turns my reftle fs eye ; 
 Let my prayer grow weary never, 
 ■ Strengthen Thou th' opprefs'd, 
 In Thy fhadow, Lord, for ever 
 Let me gently reft. 
 
 Heinrich Puchta. 
 
Ugra <£etmantca. 83 
 
 IV. 
 dFot a MJafceftti iRtgJji 
 
 OW darknefs over all is fpread, 
 No founds the ftillnefs break, 
 Ah when ftiall thefe fad hours be fled, 
 Am I alone awake ? 
 
 Ah no, I do not wake alone, 
 
 Alone I do not fleep, 
 Around me ever watcheth One 
 
 Who wakes with thofe that weep. 
 
 On earth it is fo dark and drear, 
 With Him fo calm and bright, 
 
 The ftars in folemn radiance clear 
 Shine there through all our night. 
 
 'Tis when the lights of earth are gone 
 The heavenly glories fhine ; 
 
 When other comfort I have none, 
 Thy comfort, Lord, is mine. 
 
 Be ftill, my throbbing heart, be ftill, 
 
 Call off thy weary load, 
 And make His holy will thy will, 
 
 And reft upon thy God. 
 
84 Hgra (Bfetmamca. 
 
 How many a time the night hath come, 
 
 Yet Hill return'd the day ; 
 How many a time thy crofs, thy gloom, 
 
 Ere now hath pafs'd away. 
 
 And thefe dark hours of anxious pain 
 That now opprefs thee fore, 
 
 I know will vanifti foon again, 
 Then I fhall fear no more : 
 
 For when the night hath lafled long, 
 We know the morn is near, 
 
 And when the trial's fharp and ftrong 
 Our Help mail foon appear. 
 
 Pastor Josephsen. 
 
 V. 
 
 m tfje ariose of tfje Satoatf). 
 
 BIDE among us with Thy grace, 
 Lord Jefus, evermore, 
 Nor let us e'er to fin give place, 
 Nor grieve Him we adore. 
 
 Abide among us with Thy word, 
 
 Redeemer whom we love, 
 
 Thy help and mercy here afford, 
 
 ' And life with Thee above. 
 
 Abide among us with Thy ray, 
 O Light that lighten'ft all, 
 
ILgra (ffiermatuca* 85 
 
 And let Thy truth preferve our way, 
 Nor fuffer us to fall. 
 
 Abide with us to blefs us flill, 
 
 O bounteous Lord of peace ; 
 With grace and power our fpirits fill, 
 
 Our faith and love increafe. 
 
 Abide among us as our ftiield, 
 
 O Captain of Thy hoft; 
 That to the world we may not yield, 
 
 Nor e'er forfake our poft. 
 
 Abide with us in faithful love, 
 
 Our God and Saviour be, 
 Thy help at need, oh let us prove, 
 
 And keep us true to Thee. 
 
 Stegmann. 1630. 
 
86 Egra (fevcmmicn. 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 
 I. 
 
 Cfje (Eommantt. 
 
 LESSED Jefus, here we ftand, 
 Met to do as Thou haft fpoken, 
 And this child at Thy command 
 Now we bring to Thee, in token 
 That to Chrift it here is given, 
 For of fuch fhall be His Heaven. 
 
 Yes, Thy warning voice is plain. 
 And we fain would keep it duly, 
 
 " He who is not born again, 
 Heart and life renewing truly, 
 
 Born of water and the Spirit, 
 
 Will My kingdom ne'er inherit." 
 
 Therefore haften we to Thee, 
 
 Take the pledge we bring, oh take it ! 
 Let us here Thy glory fee, 
 
 And in tender pity make it 
 Now Thy child, and leave it never, 
 Thine on earth, and Thine for ever. 
 
 Turn the darknefs into light, 
 
 To Thy grace receive and fave it ; 
 
&£ra <£etmamca* 87 
 
 Heal the Terpen t's venom'd bite, 
 
 In the font where now we lave it ; 
 Let Thy Spirit pure and lowly 
 Banifh thought or taint unholy. 
 
 Make it, Head, Thy member now, 
 Shepherd, take Thy lamb, and feed it, 
 
 Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou, 
 Way of life, to Heaven oh lead it, 
 
 Vine, this branch may nothing fever, 
 
 Grafted firm in Thee for ever. 
 
 Now upon Thy heart it lies, 
 
 What our hearts fo dearly treafure, 
 
 Heavenward lead our burden'd fighs, 
 Pour Thy bleffing without meafure, 
 
 Write the name we now have given, 
 
 Write it in the book of Heaven. 
 
 Schmolck. 1672-1737. 
 
 II. 
 
 W§z Jiame* 
 
 FATHER-HEART, who haft created all 
 
 In wifeft love, we pray 
 Look on this babe, who at Thy gracious call 
 Is entering on life's way, 
 Bend o'er it now with bleiTmg fraught, 
 And make Thou fomething out of nought, 
 O Father-heart ! 
 
88 Ugra ©etmantca. 
 
 O Son of God, who diedft for us, behold 
 
 We bring our child to Thee, 
 Thou tender Shepherd take it to Thy fold, 
 
 Thine own for aye to be ; 
 Defend it through this earthly ftrife, 
 And lead it on the path of life, 
 O Son of God! 
 
 O Holy Ghoft, who broodeft o'er the wave, 
 
 Defcend upon this child ; 
 Give it undying life, its fpirit lave 
 
 With waters undefiled ; 
 Grant it while yet a babe to be 
 A child of God, a home for Thee, 
 O Holy Ghoft ! 
 
 O Triune God, what Thou command'ft is done, 
 
 We fpeak, but Thine the might : 
 This child hath fcarce yet feen our earthly fun, 
 
 Yet pour on it Thy light, 
 In faith and hope, in joy and love, 
 Thou Sun of all below, above, 
 O Triune God ! 
 
 A. Knapp. 
 
Egta i&rottaiwa* 89 
 
 in. 
 
 I HY parents' arms now yield thee, 
 With love all glowing warm, 
 To Him who beft can fhield thee, 
 To that Eternal Arm 
 That all the heavens upholdeth, 
 
 And bids the dead arife, 
 That tender babes enfoldeth 
 
 And leads them toward the fkies. 
 
 Wafli'd in the blood that gufhes 
 
 From out His wounded heart, 
 Wrapp'd in the peace that hufhes 
 
 All earthly grief and fmart, 
 Go forth upon thy journey, 
 
 Grow up in ftrength and age, 
 And feek with joy and wifdom 
 
 Thy holy heritage. 
 
 Oh fweet will found the voices 
 
 That hail thee from above, 
 Where heaven's bright hoft rejoices 
 
 Before the Eternal Love ; 
 " Now canft thou wander never, 
 
 Now paft is all thy ftrife, 
 Oh blefs the hour for ever 
 
 That call'd thee into life." 
 
 A. Knapp. 
 
90 ILgra ©ermamra. 
 
 IV. 
 dFor a GHjtt'sttan (ftfnttr, 
 
 JjEEING I am Jefus' lamb, 
 Ever glad at heart I am 
 O'er my Shepherd kind and good, 
 Who provides me daily food, 
 And His lamb by name doth call, 
 For He knows and loves us all. 
 
 Guided by His gentle ftaff 
 Where the funny paftures laugh, 
 I go in and out and feed, 
 Lacking nothing that I need ; 
 When I thirft my feet He brings 
 To the frefh and living fprings. 
 
 Mull I not rejoice for this ? 
 
 He is mine, and I am His, 
 
 And when thefe bright days are pall, 
 
 Safely in His arms at laft 
 
 He will bear me home to heaven ; 
 
 Ah what joy hath Jefus given ! 
 
 Luise H. von Haym. i 724- 1 78 2. 
 
Hgta ©etmantca. 9 1 
 
 V. 
 Iftewtoal of tjje 17oto- 
 
 AM baptized into Thy name, 
 
 O Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft ! 
 Among Thy feed a place I claim, 
 Among Thy confecrated hoft ; 
 Buried with Chrift, and dead to fin, 
 Thy Spirit now fhall live within. 
 
 My loving Father, here doft Thou 
 Proclaim me as Thy child and heir ; 
 
 Thou faithful Saviour bidd'ft me now 
 The fruit of all Thy forrows fhare; 
 
 Thou Holy Ghoft wilt comfort me 
 
 When darkeft clouds around I fee. 
 
 And I have promifed fear and love, 
 And to obey Thee, Lord, alone; 
 
 I felt Thy Spirit in me move, 
 
 And dared to pledge myfelf Thine own, 
 
 Renouncing fin to keep the faith, 
 
 And war with evil to the death. 
 
 My faithful God, upon Thy fide 
 This covenant ftandeth fall for aye, 
 
 If I tranfgrefs through fear or pride, 
 O call me therefore not away, 
 
92 Upra ©ermamca. 
 
 If I have fore my foul defiled, 
 Yet Hill forgive, reftore Thy child. 
 
 I bring Thee here, my God, anew 
 Of all I am or have the whole, 
 
 Quicken my life, and make me true, 
 Take full pofTeffion of my foul, 
 
 Let nought within me, nought I own, 
 
 Serve any will but Thine alone. 
 
 Hence Prince of darknefs, hence my foe ! 
 
 Another Lord hath purchafed me ! 
 My confcience tells of fin, yet know, 
 
 Baptized in Chrift I fear not thee ! 
 Away vain World, Sin, leave me now, 
 I turn from you ; God hears my vow. 
 
 And never let me waver more, 
 O Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 
 Till at Thy will this life is o'er 
 Still keep me in Thy faithful hoft, 
 
 So unto Thee I live and die 
 
 And praife Thee evermore on high. 
 
 Rambach. 1720. 
 
fLgra <£ermantca* 93 
 
 THE HOLY COMMUNION. 
 
 2n)e preparation. 
 
 |ORD Jefus Chrift, my faithful Shepherd, 
 hear! 
 Feed me with Thy grace, draw inly 
 near. 
 
 By Thee redeem'd, in Thee alone I live, 
 All I need 'tis Thou canft give : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 Ah Lord, Thy timid fheep now feed 
 With joy upon Thy heavenly mead, 
 Lead us to the cryftal river 
 Whence our life is flowing ever : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 
 For Thou art calling all the toil-opprefs'd, 
 
 All the weary to Thy reft ; 
 The pardon of their fins is here beftow'd, 
 
 Thou doft free them from their load : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 Ah come, Thyfelf put forth Thine hand, 
 Unbind this heavy iron band, 
 
94 ILyxa <&eonanica. 
 
 Set me from my forrows free, 
 Give me flrength to follow Thee : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 
 Thou fain wouldft heart and foul to Thee incline, 
 
 Take me from myfelf and make me Thine ; 
 Thou art the Vine and I the branch, oh grant 
 
 I may grow in Thee a living plant : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 For nought but fins I find in me, 
 Yet are they done away in Thee ; 
 
 Mine are anguifh, fear, unreft, 
 
 But in Thee, Lord, I am bleft : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 
 JOHANN HEERMANN. 163O. 
 
 II. 
 CJe Snjanfcsgtbmg. 
 
 ECK thyfelf, my foul, with gladnefs, 
 Leave the gloomy haunts of fadnefs, 
 Come into the daylight's fplendour, 
 There with joy thy praifes render 
 Unto Him, whofe boundlefs grace 
 Grants thee at His feaft a place ; 
 He whom all the heavens obey 
 Deigns to dwell in thee to-day. 
 
3Lgra iSfetmantca* 95 
 
 Haften as a bride to meet Him, 
 And with loving reverence greet Him, 
 Who with words of life immortal 
 Now is knocking at thy portal ; 
 Halle to make for Him a way, 
 Call thee at His feet, and fay : 
 Since, O Lord, Thou com'fl to me, 
 Never will I turn from Thee. 
 
 Ah how hungers all my fpirit, 
 For the love I do not merit ! 
 Ah how oft with fighs fail thronging 
 For this food have I been longing ! 
 How have thirfted in the flrife 
 For this draught, O Prince of Life, 
 Wifh'd, O Friend of man, to be 
 Ever one with God through Thee ! 
 
 Here I fink before Thee lowly, 
 Fill'd with joy moft deep and holy, 
 As with trembling awe and wonder 
 On Thy mighty works I ponder ; 
 On this banquet's my fiery, 
 On the depths we cannot fee ; 
 Far beyond all mortal fight 
 Lie the fecrets of Thy might. 
 
 Sun, who all my life doft brighten, 
 Light, who doll my foul enlighten, 
 Joy, the fweetefl man e'er knoweth, 
 Fount, whence all my being floweth, 
 
96 Hgra ©ermamca* 
 
 Here I fall before Thy feet, 
 Grant me worthily to eat 
 Of this bleffed heavenly food, 
 To Thy praife, and to my good. 
 
 Jefus, Bread of Life from Heaven, 
 Never be Thou vainly given, 
 Nor I to my hurt invited ; 
 Be Thy love with love requited ; 
 Let me learn its depths indeed, 
 While on Thee my foul doth feed ; 
 Let me here fo richly bleft, 
 Be hereafter too Thy gueft. 
 
 J. Frank. 1653. 
 
 III. 
 
 W^t exceeding great Hobe of our Jftaster an* 
 onlg Sabtour iJfasus Christ. 
 
 I LOVE, who formedft me to wear 
 The image of Thy Godhead here ; 
 Who foughteft me with tender care 
 Through all my wanderings wild and drear ; 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who ere life's earlieft dawn 
 On me Thy choice haft gently laicj ; 
 
Hgta <&ermantca* 97 
 
 O Love, who here as man waft born 
 And like to us in all things made ; 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who once in Time waft flain, 
 
 Pierced through and through with bitter woe ; 
 
 O Love, who wreftling thus didft gain 
 That we eternal joy might know ; 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, of whom is truth and light, 
 The Word and Spirit, life and power, 
 
 Whofe heart was bared to them that fmite, 
 To fhield us in our trial hour ; 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who thus haft bound me fall, 
 Beneath that gentle yoke of Thine ; 
 
 Love, who haft conquer'd me at laft 
 And rapt away this heart of mine ; 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who loveft me for aye, 
 
 Who for my foul doft ever plead ; 
 O Love, who didft my ranfom pay, 
 
 Whofe power fufEceth in my 'ftead, 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
98 Egra ©ennanica. 
 
 O Love, who once fhalt bid me rife 
 From out this dying life of ours ; 
 
 O Love, who once above yon flues 
 Shalt fet me in the fadelefs bowers : 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 Angelus. 1657. 
 
 IV. 
 
 €f)e (Efjristtan Sacrifice. 
 
 OW take my heart and all that is in me, 
 My Lord beloved, take it from me to Thee ; 
 
 I would have Thine 
 This foul and flefh of mine ; 
 Would order thought and word and deed 
 As Thy moil holy will fhall lead. 
 
 Thou feedeft me with heavenly bread and wine, 
 Thou poureft through me ftreams of life divine; 
 Oh noble Face, 
 So fweet, fo full of grace, 
 I ponder as Thy crofs I fee, 
 How befl to give myfelf to Thee. 
 
 Behold, through all the eternal ages, ftill 
 My heart fhall choofe and love Thy holy will ; 
 ' Wouldft Thou my death, 
 I die to Thee in faith ; 
 Wouldft Thou that I mould longer live, 
 To Thee the choice I wholly give. 
 
Ej)ta <Sretmantca. 99 
 
 But Thou muft alfo deign to be my own, 
 To dwell in me, to make my heart Thy throne, 
 My God indeed, 
 My Help in time of need, 
 My Head from whom no power can fever, 
 The Bridegroom of my foul for ever ! 
 
 Angelus. 1657. 
 
 V. 
 
 STfje Otf)tfettan dFeliotosJtp* 
 
 ESUS whom Thy Church doth own 
 As her Head and King alone, 
 Blefs me Thy poor member too ; 
 And Thy Spirit's influence give 
 That to Thee henceforth I live, 
 Daily Thou my ftrength renew. 
 
 Let Thy living Spirit flow 
 Through Thy members all below, 
 
 With its warmth and power divine ; 
 Scatter'd far apart they dwell, 
 Yet in every land, full well, 
 
 Lord, Thou knoweft who is Thine. 
 
 Thofe who ferve Thee I would ferve, 
 Never from their union fwerve, 
 
 Here I cry before Thy face : 
 " Zion, God give thee good fpeed, 
 Chrift thy footfteps ever lead, 
 
 Make thee fteadfafl in His ways ! " 
 
Egra (Smnanica. 
 
 Save her from the world her foe, 
 Satan quickly overthrow, 
 
 Call him down beneath her feet ; 
 Through the Spirit flay within 
 Love of eafe, the world, and fin, 
 
 Let her find Thee only fvveet. 
 
 Thofe o'er whom Thy billows roll 
 Strengthen Thou to leave their foul 
 
 In Thy hands, for Thou art Love ; 
 Make them through their bitter pain 
 Pure from pride and finful flain, 
 
 Fix their hopes and hearts above. 
 
 Unto all Thyfelf impart, 
 Fafhion'd after Thine own heart 
 
 Make Thy children like to Thee ; 
 Humble, pure, and calm, and ftill, 
 Loving, fingle as Thy will, 
 
 And as Thou wouldft have them be. 
 
 And from thofe I love, I pray, 
 Turn not, Lord, Thy face away, 
 
 Hear me while for them I plead ; 
 Be Thou their Eternal Friend, 
 Unto each due blefTing fend, 
 
 For Thou knowefl all they need. 
 
 Ah Lord, at this gracious hour 
 Vifit all their fouls with power ; 
 Let Thy gladnefs in them fhine 5 
 
ILgta <&mamm. 
 
 Draw them with Thy love away 
 From vain pleafures of a day, 
 Make them wholly ever Thine. 
 
 Dearly were we purchafed, Lord, 
 When Thy blood for us was pour'd ; 
 
 Think, O Chrift, we are Thine own ! 
 Hold me, guide me, as a child, 
 Through the battle, through the wild, 
 
 Leave me nevermore alone. 
 
 Till at laft I meet on high 
 With the faithful hoft who cry 
 
 Hallelujah night and day ; 
 Pure from flam we there mail fee 
 Thee in us, and us in Thee, 
 
 And be one in Thee for aye. 
 
 Tersteegen. i 73 i. 
 
 VI. 
 
 W$t Iftememfirattce* 
 
 | H how could I forget Him 
 Who ne'er forge tteth me ? 
 Or tell the love that let Him 
 Come down to fet me free ? 
 I lay in darkeft fadnefs, 
 
 Till He made all things new, 
 
 And Hill frefh love and gladnefs 
 
 Flow from that heart, fo true. 
 
Ej)ta ©etmantca. 
 
 How could I ever leave Him 
 
 Who is (o kind a Friend ? 
 How could I ever grieve Him 
 
 Who thus to me doth bend ? 
 Have I not feen Him dying 
 
 For us on yonder tree ? 
 Do I not hear Him crying, 
 
 Arife and follow Me ! 
 
 For ever will I love Him 
 
 Who faw my hopelefs plight, 
 Who felt my forrows move Him, 
 
 And brought me life and light ; 
 Whofe arm fhall be around me 
 
 When my laft hour is come, 
 And fuffer none to wound me, 
 
 Though dark the paffage home. 
 
 He gives me pledges holy, 
 
 His body and His blood, 
 He lifts the fcorn'di the lowly, 
 
 He makes my courage good, 
 For He will reign within me, 
 
 And fhed His graces there ; 
 The heaven He died to win me 
 
 Can I then fail to fhare ? 
 
 In joy and forrow ever 
 
 Shine through me, BlefTed Heart, 
 Who bleeding for us never 
 
 Didfl fhrink from foreft fmart ! 
 
Hgra €retmantca* 103 
 
 Whate'er I've loved or ftriven 
 
 Or borne, I bring to Thee ; 
 Now let Thy heart and heaven 
 
 Stand open, Lord, to me ! 
 
 Kern. Died 1835. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Efter larttctpatum, 
 
 LIVING Bread from Heaven, 
 How richly haft Thou fed Thy gueft ! 
 The gifts Thou now haft given 
 Have fill'd my heart with joy and reft. 
 O wondrous food of bleffing, 
 O cup that heals our woes, 
 My heart this gift pofTefling 
 In thankful fong o'erflows ; 
 For while the life and ftrength in me 
 
 Were quicken'd by this food, 
 My foul hath gazed awhile on Thee, 
 O higheft, only Good ! 
 
 My Lord, Thou here haft led me 
 Within Thy temple's holieft place, 
 
 And there Thyfelf haft fed me 
 With all the treafures of Thy grace ; 
 And Thou haft freely given 
 
 What earth could never buy, 
 The bread of life from heaven, 
 That now I fhall not die ; 
 
104 &£ra dKermanica. 
 
 And Thou haft fuffer'd me in faith 
 
 To drink the blefTed wine 
 That heals the foul from inner death, 
 
 And makes her wholly Thine. 
 
 Thou giveft all I wanted, 
 The food whofe power can death deftroy, 
 
 And Thou haft freely granted 
 The cup of full eternal joy ; 
 
 Ah Lord, I do not merit 
 
 The favour Thou haft mown, 
 
 And all my foul and fpirit 
 
 Bow down before Thy throne ; 
 Since Thou haft fuffer'd me to eat 
 
 The food of angels here, 
 Nor Sin, nor foes that I can meet, 
 
 Nor Death I now may fear. 
 
 O Love incomprehended ! 
 That wrought in Thee, my Saviour, thus 
 
 That Thou fhouldft have defcended 
 From higheft heaven to dwell with us ! 
 
 Creator, that hath brought Thee 
 To fuccour fuch as I, 
 
 Who elfe had vainly fought Thee ! 
 Then grant me now to die 
 To fin, and live alone to Thee, 
 
 That when this time is o'er, 
 Thy face, O Saviour, I may fee 
 
 In heaven for evermore. 
 
 For as a fhadow paffes 
 I pafs, but Thou doll ftill endure ; 
 
ILgra <&etmanwa. 105 
 
 I wither like the graffes, 
 But Thou art rich, though I am poor ; 
 
 Oh boundlefs is Thy kindnefs, 
 And righteous is Thy power; 
 
 And I in finful blindnefs 
 Am erring hour by hour, 
 And yet Thou comeft, doft not fpurn 
 
 A finner, Lord, like me ! 
 Ah how can I Thy love return, 
 
 What gift have I for Thee r 
 
 A heart that hath repented, 
 And mourns for fin with bitter fighs, — 
 
 Thou, Lord, art well-contented 
 With this my only facrifice. 
 
 I know that in my weaknefs 
 Thou wilt defpife me not, 
 
 But grant me in Thy meeknefs 
 The favour I have fought ; 
 Yes, Thou wilt deign in grace to heed 
 
 The fong that now I raife, 
 For meet and right is it indeed 
 
 That I fhould fing Thy praife. 
 
 Grant what I have partaken 
 May through Thy grace fo work in me, 
 
 That fin be all forfaken, 
 And I may cleave alone to Thee, 
 And all my foul be heedful 
 
 How fhe Thy love may know, 
 For this alone is needful, 
 
 Thy love fhould in me glow ; 
 
io6 Upra (Gfrmantra. 
 
 And let no beauty pleafe mine eyes, 
 
 No joy allure my heart, 
 But what in Thee, my Saviour, lies, 
 
 What Thou doft here impart. 
 
 well for me that ftrengthen'd 
 With heavenly bread and wine, if here 
 
 My courfe on earth be lengthen'd, 
 I now may ferve Thee free from fear ; 
 Away then earthly pleafure, 
 All earthly gifts are vain, 
 
 1 feek a heavenly treafure, 
 
 My home I long to gain, 
 Where I fhall live and praife my God, 
 
 And none my peace deftroy, 
 Where all the foul is overflow'd 
 With pure eternal joy. 
 
 Rist. 1 65 1 . 
 
Egra Cxetmantca. 107 
 
 FOR TRAVELLERS. 
 
 I. 
 at tf)e (©utset of ang Sotmteg. 
 
 N God's name let us on our way ! 
 The Father's help and grace we pray, 
 His love fhall guard us round about 
 From foes within and arms without. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 And Chrift, be Thou our Friend and Guide, 
 Through all our wanderings at our fide, 
 Help us all evil to withftand 
 That wars againft Thy leaft command. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 The Holy Spirit o'er us brood 
 
 With all His gifts of richefr. good, 
 
 With hope and ftrength when dark our road, 
 
 And bring us home again in God ! 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Anon. 
 
io8 n.£ta (Erermanica. 
 
 II. 
 <©n a Hong an* perilous $ouxnt$. 
 
 Written on a Journey to Ruflia and Perfia, under- 
 taken by the Author as Phyfician to the EmbafTy from 
 Holftein. 
 
 HERE'ER I go, whate'er my talk, 
 The counfel of my God I afk, 
 Who all things hath and can ; 
 Unlefs He give both thought and deed 
 The utmoft pains can ne'er fucceed, 
 And vain the wifeft plan. 
 
 For what can all my toil avail ? 
 My care, my watching all muft fail, 
 
 Unlefs my God is there; 
 Then let Him order all for me 
 As He in wifdom fhall decree ; 
 
 On Him I call my care. 
 
 For nought can come, as nought hath been, 
 But what my Father hath forefeen, 
 
 And what fhall work my good ; 
 Whate'er He gives me I will take, 
 Whate'er He choofes I will make 
 
 My choice with thankful mood. 
 
 I lean upon His mighty arm, 
 
 It fhields me well from every harm, 
 
fLgta (fewcmmita. 109 
 
 All evil fhall avert ; 
 If by His precepts Hill I live 
 Whate'er is ufeful He will give, 
 
 And nought fhall do me hurt. 
 
 But only may He of His grace 
 The record of my guilt efface, 
 
 And wipe out all my debt ; 
 Though I have finn'd He will not flraight 
 Pronounce His judgment, He will wait, 
 
 Have patience with me yet. 
 
 I travel to a diftant land 
 
 To ferve the poll wherein I Hand, 
 
 Which He hath bade me fill ; 
 And He will blefs me with His light, 
 That I may ferve His world aright, 
 
 And make me know His will. 
 
 And though through defert wilds I fare, 
 Yet Chriftian friends are with me there, 
 
 And Chrift Himfelf is near; 
 In all our dangers He will come, 
 And He who kept me fafe at home, 
 
 Can keep me fafely here. 
 
 Yes, He will fpeed us on our way, 
 And point us where to go and ftay, 
 
 And help us frill and lead ; 
 Let us in health and fafety live, 
 And time and wind and weather give, 
 
 And whatfoe'er we need. 
 
E^ra (fcermanica. 
 
 When late at night my reft I take, 
 When early in the morn I wake, 
 
 Halting or on my way, 
 In hours of weaknefs or in bonds, 
 When vex'd with fears my heart defponds, 
 
 His promife is my ftay. 
 
 Since then my courfe is traced by Him 
 I will not fear that future dim, 
 
 But go to meet my doom, 
 Well knowing nought can wait me there 
 Too hard for me through Him to bear ; 
 
 I yet mall overcome. 
 
 To Him myfelf I wholly give, 
 At His command I die or live, 
 
 I truft His love and power : 
 Whether to-morrow or to-day 
 His fummons come, I will obey, 
 
 He knows the proper hour. 
 
 But if it pleafe that love moft kind, 
 And if this voice within my mind 
 
 Be whifpering not in vain, 
 I yet fhall praife my God ere long 
 In many a fweet and joyful fong, 
 
 In peace at home again. 
 
 To thofe I love will He be near, 
 With His confoling light appear, 
 
 Who is my fhield and theirs ; 
 And He will grant beyond our thought 
 
Egra (©etmantca* 
 
 What they and I alike have fought 
 With many tearful prayers. 
 
 Then, O my foul, be ne'er afraid, 
 On Him who thee and all things made 
 
 With calm reliance reft ; 
 Whate'er may come, where'er we go, 
 Our Father in the heavens muft know 
 
 ' In all things what is beft. 
 
 Paul Flemming. i 63 1 . 
 
 III. 
 
 IrageTS at Sea* 
 
 LORD, be this our veffel now 
 
 A worthy temple unto Thee, 
 Though none may hear its bells but Thou 
 And this our little company ; 
 Our church's roof, yon mighty dome, 
 Shall ring with hymns we learnt at home, 
 Our floor the boundlefs toiTing wave, 
 Our field, our path, perchance our grave. 
 
 Where fhall we aid and comfort find 
 With toils and perils all around ? 
 
 Command, O mighty God, the wind 
 To bear us whither we are bound, 
 
 Oh bring us to our home once more 
 
 From weary wanderings fafe to ihore ; 
 
Egra <&etmantca. 
 
 And thofe who follow us with prayer 
 Keep Thou in Thy mod tender care. 
 
 And as the needle while we rove, 
 
 To one point ftill is true and juft, 
 So let our hope and faith and love 
 
 Be fix'd on One in whom we truft ; 
 His word is mighty ftill to fave, 
 He ftill can walk the ftormieft wave, 
 And hold His followers with His hand, 
 For His are heaven and fea and land. 
 
 F. WlNKELMANN. 
 
 IV. 
 
 <©n ij)e Sea-SJore 
 
 ^HOU, folemn Ocean, rolleft to the ftrand 
 Laden with prayers from many a far-off 
 land, 
 
 To us thy thoufand murmurs at our feet 
 One cry repeat. 
 
 Through all thy myriad tones that never ceafe 
 We hear of death and love, the crofs and peace, 
 New churches bright with hope and glad with pfalms, 
 And martyrs* palms. 
 
 Then on !' and come whate'er our God fees fit ! 
 To yon frail wave-tofs'd planks we now commit 
 Our lives, our all, and leave our native land 
 At His command. 
 
U£ta Q&txmmm. 113 
 
 We take thee for our chariot, ftormy Sea ! 
 Borne fafely on to ferve our God by thee, 
 For thou and we alike obey His word 
 And own Him Lord. 
 
 And whether thy chill deeps become our grave, 
 Or far away our blood fhall flam thy wave, 
 Or we fhall crofs with joyous fongs thy foam 
 Back to our home : 
 
 Be it as He ordains whofe name is Love ! 
 Whether our lot or life or death fhall prove, 
 To Life Eternal furely guides His will, 
 And we are Hill. 
 
 De La Motte Fouque. 
 
 Cfje parting. 
 
 JOW we muft leave our father-land, 
 And wander far o'er ocean's foam ; 
 Broken is kinfhip's dearefl band, 
 Forfaken Hands our ancient home ; 
 But One will ever with us go 
 
 Through bufieft day and flilleft night ; 
 And heaven above, the deeps below 
 Shrink back abafh'd before His fight. 
 
 Then be the iflue life or death, 
 Let Him do as it feems Him beft, 
 
 1 
 
ii4 Egta ©ermantca. 
 
 The meflenger of Chriftian faith 
 Looks not in this world for his reft. 
 
 If but His hand ftill hold us faft, 
 His prefence hourly fold us round, 
 
 The anchor of our fouls is caft 
 Firm in the One eternal ground. 
 
 The voice of Everlafting Love, 
 
 That rang with living power through us, 
 Is worthy thus our fouls to move, 
 
 Worthy to fill a lifetime thus ; 
 Here none was e'er deceived or loft, 
 
 Howe'er his earthly hopes might fade ; 
 Then well for him who weighs the coft 
 
 Ere yet his final choice is made. 
 
 Yes, fcatter'd are our brothers now 
 
 O'er land and ocean far apart, 
 Yet to one Mafter ftill they bow, 
 
 In Him they ftill are one in heart ; 
 For as one fin, one poifon ran 
 
 Through all our race iince Adam's fall ; 
 There is one hope, one life for man 
 
 In Him who bore the fins of all. 
 
 Sweet for each other oft to plead, 
 
 And feel our onenefs in the Son, 
 Ah then we daily meet indeed 
 
 In fpirit at our Father's throne ! 
 Our bodies are but parted here, 
 
 And fade in this dark land away, 
 The earthly fhadows difappear, 
 
 The harveft ripens for that Day. 
 
fLgta <&etmantca. 115 
 
 Soon Time for us mall ceafe to reign, 
 
 The Saviour calls us home in peace ; 
 At laft we all mall meet again, 
 
 And dwell together all in blifs, 
 Where faith to cleareft vifion yields ; — 
 
 Triumphant light for forrowing gloom, 
 For defert waftes fair Eden's fields, 
 
 For tearful paths a bleffed home ! 
 
 Albert Knapp. 
 
 VI. 
 
 On tf)e Fflgage* 
 
 N our fails all foft and fweetly, 
 Yet with bold refiftlefs force, 
 Breathe the winds of heaven, and fleetly 
 Wing us on our watery courfe ; 
 Swift, and fwifter, furrowing deep 
 Through the mighty waves, that keep 
 Not a trace where we have been, 
 On we fpeed to lands unfeen ! 
 
 Sink thou deeply in our mind, 
 
 Type of life, moll apt and true ! 
 Though we leave no track behind, 
 
 Yet we plough our furrows too, 
 Where, from out a world of blifs, 
 Falls the feed unfeen of this, 
 And an unfeen diftant home 
 Beckons o'er the defert foam. 
 
n6 Ugra ©etmanira. 
 
 Be our voyage, brethren, fuch 
 
 That if direft peril came, 
 Wreck and ruin could not touch 
 
 Ought but this our weary frame ; 
 That may gladly fleep, the while 
 Still and bleft the foul mall fmile, 
 In the eternal peace of Heaven, 
 That our God hath furely given. 
 
 Oh that in that blefTed peace 
 
 Many and many a foul may reft ! 
 
 Oh through us may God increafe 
 Soon the number of the bleft ! 
 
 Free through us the fouls that now 
 
 'Neath a bitter bondage bow ; 
 
 Whom yet darkeft error binds ! 
 
 Speed, oh fpeed us on, ye winds ! 
 
 De La Motte Fouque. 
 
Upra <&ermantta. 117 
 
 AT THE BURIAL OF THE 
 DEAD. 
 
 I. 
 &f)e Sure anfc (Eertatn f^ope* 
 
 OW lay we calmly in the grave 
 This form, whereof no doubt we have 
 That it fhall rife again that Day 
 In glorious triumph o'er decay. 
 
 And fo to earth again we trull 
 What came from dull, and turns to dufl, 
 And from the dull fhall furely rife 
 When the lafl trumpet fills the Ikies. 
 
 His foul is living now in God 
 Whofe grace his pardon hath beflow'd, 
 Who through His Son redeem'd him here 
 From bondage unto fin and fear. 
 
 His trials and his griefs are pall, 
 
 A bleffed end is his at lafl, 
 
 He bore Chrifl's yoke, and did His will, 
 
 And though he died, he liveth Hill. 
 
Ugra dSfermantca. 
 
 He lives where none can mourn and weep, 
 And calmly fhall this body fleep 
 Till God fhall Death himfelf deftroy, 
 And raife it into glorious joy. 
 
 He fuffer'd pain and grief below, 
 Chrift heals him now from all his woe, 
 For him hath endlefs joy begun, 
 He mines in glory like the fun. 
 
 Then let us leave him to his reft, 
 And homeward turn, for he is bleft, 
 And we mull well our fouls prepare, 
 When death fhall come, to meet him there. 
 
 Then help us, Chrift, our Hope in lofs ! 
 Thou haft redeem'd us by Thy crofs 
 From endlefs death and mifery ; 
 We praife, we blefs, we worlhip Thee ! 
 
 Michael Weiss, i 5 3 1 . 
 
 II. 
 
 Cfje Bejmttute of a <ftjjrigttan. 
 
 OW weeping at the grave we ftand 
 And fow the feed in tears, 
 The form of him who in our band 
 On earth no more appears. 
 
Egta CJermanica* 119 
 
 Ah no, for he hath fafely come 
 
 Where we too would attain ; 
 He dwells within our Father's home, 
 
 And death to him was gain. 
 
 Now he beholds what we believe, 
 
 He has what here we want, 
 The fins no more his foul can grieve 
 
 That here the pilgrim haunt ; 
 The Lord hath claim'd him for His own, 
 
 And fent him calm releafe ; 
 We weep, but it is we alone, 
 
 He dwells in perfect peace. 
 
 He wears the crown of life on high, 
 
 He bears the mining palm, 
 Where angels " Holy, holy," cry, 
 
 He joins their glorious pfalm. 
 But we poor pilgrims journey on 
 
 Through this dark land of woe, 
 Until we go where he is gone, 
 
 And all his joy mall know. 
 
 Spitta. 
 
ILgra ©ermamca. 
 
 III. 
 Cfje Hot* trotft all Gnfjmga toelL 
 
 HRIST will gather in His own 
 To the place where He is gone, 
 Where their heart and treafure lie, 
 Where our life is hid on high. 
 
 Day by day the voice faith, " Come, 
 Enter thine eternal home ;" 
 Afking not if we can fpare 
 This dear foul it fummons there 
 
 Had He afk'd us, well we know 
 We fhould cry, oh fpare this blow ! 
 Yes, with ftreaming tears fhould pray, 
 " Lord, we love him, let him flay ! " 
 
 But the Lord doth nought amifs, 
 And fince He hath order'd this, 
 We have nought to do but ftill 
 Reft in filence on His will. 
 
 Many a heart no longer here, 
 Ah ! was all too inly dear ; 
 Yet, O Love, 'tis Thou dolt call, 
 Thou wilt be our All in all. 
 
 Moravian Hymn-book. 
 
Egta ©ermatttca* 
 
 IV. 
 W$z Etgjt in Mw&nwz. 
 
 JHOUGH Love may weep with breaking 
 heart, 
 There comes, O Chrift, a Day of Thine, 
 There is a Morning Star muft ihine, 
 And all thefe fhadows Ihall depart. 
 
 Though Faith may droop and tremble here, 
 That Day of light fhall furely come ; 
 His path has led him fafely home ; 
 
 When twilight breaks the dawn is near. 
 
 Though Hope feem now to have hoped in vain, 
 And Death feem king of all below, 
 There yet fhall come the Morning-glow, 
 
 And wake our flumberers once again. 
 
 F. A. Krummacher. 
 
ILgta ©entrant* a. 
 
 v. 
 W$z Beatf) of a little Otfjtltr. 
 
 ENTLE Shepherd, Thou haft ftill'd 
 Now Thy little lamb's long weeping ; 
 Ah how peaceful, pale, and mild, 
 In its narrow bed 'tis fleeping, 
 And no figh of anguifh fore 
 Heaves that little bofom more. 
 
 In this world of care and pain, 
 
 Lord, Thou wouldft no longer leave it, 
 
 To the funny heavenly plain 
 
 Doll Thou now with joy receive it, 
 
 Clothed in robes of fpotlefs white, 
 
 Now it dwells with Thee in light. 
 
 Ah Lord Jefus, grant that we 
 
 Where it lives may foon be living, 
 
 And the lovely paftures fee 
 
 That its heavenly food are giving, 
 
 Then the gain of death we prove 
 
 Though Thou take what moft we love. 
 
 Meinhold. 
 
3Lgra <&ermantca. 123 
 
 VI. 
 
 <&n tje Beati) of Jgte Son. 
 
 |HOU'RT mine, yes, ftill thou art mine own ! 
 Who tells me thou art loft ? 
 But yet thou art not mine alone, 
 I own that He who crofs'd 
 My hopes, hath greateft right in thee ; 
 Yea, though He afk and take from me 
 Thee, O my fon, my heart's delight, 
 My wifh, my thought, by day and night. 
 
 Ah might I wifh, ah might I choofe, 
 Then thou, my Star, ftiouldft live, 
 
 And gladly for thy fake I'd lofe 
 All elfe that life can give. 
 
 Oh fain I'd fay : Abide with me, 
 
 The funfhine of my houfe to be, 
 
 No other joy but this I crave, 
 
 To love thee, darling, to my grave ! 
 
 Thus faith my heart, and means it well, 
 
 God meaneth better ftill ; 
 My love is more than words can tell, 
 
 His love is greater ftill ; 
 I am a father, He the Head 
 And Crown of fathers, whence is fhed 
 The life and love from which have fprung 
 All blefled ties in old and young. 
 
Ugta (Erermanica. 
 
 I long for thee, my fon, my own, 
 And He who once hath given, 
 Will have thee now befide His throne, 
 
 To live with Him in heaven. 
 I cry, Alas ! my light, my child ! 
 But God hath welcome on him fmiled, 
 And faid : " My child, I keep thee near, 
 For there is nought but gladnefs here." 
 
 Oh blefTed word, oh deep decree, 
 
 More holy than we think ! 
 With God no grief or woe can be, 
 
 No bitter cup to drink, 
 No fickening hopes, no want or care, 
 No hurt can ever reach him there ; 
 Yes, in that Father's ihelter'd home 
 I know that forrow cannot come. 
 
 We pafs our nights in wakeful thought 
 
 For our dear children's fake ; 
 All day our anxious toil hath fought 
 
 How bell for them to make 
 A future fafe from care or need, 
 Yet feldom do our fchemes fucceed ; 
 How rarely does their future prove 
 What we had plann'd for thofe we love! 
 
 How many a child of promife bright 
 
 Ere now hath gone aftray, 
 By ill example taught to flight 
 
 And quit Chrifl's holy way. 
 
Egra <&ttmmita. 125 
 
 Oh fearful the reward is then, 
 The wrath of God, the fcorn of men ! 
 The bitterefl tears by mortal fhed 
 Are his who mourns a child milled. 
 
 But now I need not fear for thee, 
 
 Where thou art, all is well ; 
 For thou thy Father's Face doll fee, 
 
 With Jefus thou dofl dwell ! 
 Yes, cloudlefs joys around him mine, 
 His heart lhall never ache like mine, 
 He fees the radiant armies glow 
 That keep and guide us here below : 
 
 He hears their finging evermore, 
 
 His little voice too lings, 
 He drinks of wifdom deepeft lore, 
 
 He fpeaks of fecret things, 
 That we can never fee or know 
 Howe'er we feek or flrive below, 
 While yet amid the mills we Hand 
 That veil this dark and tearful land. 
 
 Oh that I could but watch afar, 
 
 And hearken but awhile, 
 To that fweet fong that hath no jar, 
 
 And fee his heavenly fmile, 
 As he doth praife the holy God, 
 Who made him pure for that abode ! 
 In tears of joy full well I know 
 This burden'd heart would overflow. 
 
126 Ugta i&ermanica. 
 
 And I fhould fay : Stay there, my Ton, 
 My wild laments are o'er, 
 
 well for thee that thou haft won, 
 I call thee back no more ; 
 
 But come, thou fiery chariot, come, 
 And bear me fwiftly to that home, 
 Where he with many a loved one dwells, 
 And evermore of gladnefs tells ! 
 
 Then be it as my Father wills, 
 
 I will not weep for thee ; 
 Thou liveft, joy thy fpirit fills, 
 
 Pure funihine thou doll fee, 
 The funfhine of eternal reft : 
 Abide, my child, where thou art bleft ; 
 
 1 with our friends will onward fare, 
 
 And, when God wills, fhall find thee there. 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1650. 
 
PART II. 
 THE INNER LIFE. 
 
PENITENCE. 
 
 I. 
 
 W§z onlg helper. 
 
 IORD Jefus Chrift, in Thee alone 
 My hope on earth I place ; 
 For other comforter is none, 
 Nor help fave in Thy grace. 
 There is no man nor creature here, 
 No angel in the heavenly fphere, 
 Who at my need can fuccour me ; 
 
 I cry to Thee, 
 For Thou canft end my mifery. 
 
 My fin is very fore and great, 
 
 I mourn beneath its load; 
 Oh free me from this heavy weight 
 
 Through Thy moft precious blood ; 
 And with Thy Father for me plead 
 That Thou haft fuffer'd in my ftead, 
 The burden then from me is roll'd ; 
 
 Lord, I lay hold 
 On Thy dear promifes of old. 
 
130 ILpra <&ermanica. 
 
 And of Thy grace on me beflow 
 
 True Chriftian faith, O Lord, 
 That all the fweetnefs I may know 
 
 That in Thy crofs is ftored, 
 Love Thee o'er earthly pride or pelf, 
 And love my neighbour as myfelf ; 
 And when at laft is come my end, 
 
 Be Thou my Friend, 
 From all affaults my foul defend. 
 
 Glory to God in higheft heaven, 
 
 The Father of all love ; 
 To His dear Son, for finners given 
 
 Whofe grace we daily prove ; 
 To God the Holy Ghoil we cry, 
 That we may find His comfort nigh, 
 And learn how, free from fin and fear, 
 
 To pleafe Him here, 
 And ferve Him in the finlefs fphere. 
 
 J. SCHNEESING. I522 
 
 II. 
 
 2LAS ! my Lord and God, 
 
 How heavy is my load, 
 My fins are great and weigh me to the 
 
 ground ; 
 The yoke doth forely prefs, 
 And yet in my diftrefs 
 Through all the world no helper can be found. 
 
Ugra (Sxermantca. 131 
 
 And fled I in my fear 
 
 Far far away from here, 
 To earth's remoteft end — Thou ftill wert there. 
 
 My anguifh and my pain 
 
 Would yet with me remain ; 
 I could not flee away from my defpair. 
 
 'Tis Thou canft help alone, 
 
 I cafl me at Thy throne, 
 Reject, me not, though I deferve it, Lord ; 
 
 Ah think of all Thy Son 
 
 For me, for me, hath done, 
 Nor let me feel Thy fharp avenging fword. 
 
 And if it mull be fo, 
 
 That punifhment and woe 
 Muft follow fin, then let me bear it here ; . 
 
 Low at Thy feet I bow, 
 
 Oh let me fuffer now, 
 But fpare me yonder, then in love appear. 
 
 Oh Lord, forget my fin, 
 
 And deign to put within 
 A calm obedient heart, a patient mind, 
 
 That I may murmur not, 
 
 Though bitter feem my lot, 
 For hearts unthankful can no bleffing find. 
 
 Do Thou, O Lord, with me 
 As feemeth beft to Thee, 
 For Thou wilt ilrengthen me to bear the rod, 
 
132 Egta (Krermamca. 
 
 For this alone I pray, 
 Oh call me not away, 
 For ever from Thy grace, Thou pitying God. 
 
 Nay, that Thou wilt not do, 
 
 I know Thy word is true, 
 My faith can reft in quiet hope on Thee, 
 
 The death of Chrift, I know, 
 
 Hath freed me from my woe, 
 And open'd heaven to finners and to me. 
 
 Lord Jefus, where Thou art 
 
 All doubt and dread depart, 
 My refuge is the crofs where Thou waft flain, 
 
 Where Thou, Lord, for our fake 
 
 Didft all our griefs partake, 
 And die our comfort and our grace to gain. 
 
 Here at my Saviour's fide, 
 
 Here let me ftill abide, 
 Then death may come, but little he deftroys ; 
 
 Though foul and body part, 
 
 I live where Thou, Lord, art, 
 My fins wiped out amid eternal joys. 
 
 All praife to God alone, 
 
 Who claims me for His own, 
 Through Chrift my Lord ; O let me truft Him then, 
 
 And lean in fulleft faith 
 
 On what my Saviour faith, 
 He who believeth fhall be faved ; Amen. 
 
 Rutilius. 1604; and Gross. 1627. 
 
Hgta <&etmantca, 133 
 
 in. 
 In great mtoartr Bistros* 
 
 ESUS, pitying Saviour, hear me, 
 Draw Thou near me, 
 Turn Thee, Lord, in grace to me ; 
 For Thou knoweft all my forrow, 
 
 Night and morrow- 
 Doth my cry go up to Thee. 
 
 Loft in darknefs, girt with dangers, 
 
 Round me ftrangers, 
 Through an alien land I roam, 
 Outward trials, bitter loiTes, 
 
 Inward croffes, 
 Lord, Thou know'ft have fought me home. 
 
 See the fetters that have bound me, 
 
 Snares furround me, 
 Free the captive, hear my call ; 
 Ah from fin my foul I never 
 
 Can deliver, 
 I am weak and helplefs all. 
 
 Though the tempter's wiles and cunning 
 
 I am fhunning, 
 Yet they vex and wound me fore ; 
 Oft I waver, oft I languifh, 
 
 Fill'd with anguifh, 
 Strength and reft are mine no more. 
 

 i34 Epra ©ecmantca. 
 
 Peace I cannot find, oh take me, 
 
 Lord, and make me 
 From the yoke of evil free ; 
 Calm this longing never-fleeping, 
 
 Still my weeping, 
 Grant me hope once more in Thee. 
 
 Sin of courage hath bereft me, 
 
 And hath left me 
 Scarce a fpark of faith or hope ; 
 Bitter tears my heart oft fheddeth 
 
 As it dreadeth 
 I am paft Thy mercy's fcope. 
 
 Lord, wilt Thou be wroth for ever ? 
 
 Oh deliver 
 Me from all I moft deferved ; 
 'Tis Thyfelf, dear Lord, haft fought me, 
 
 Thou haft taught me 
 Thee to feek from whom I fwerved. 
 
 Thou, my God and King, haft known me, 
 
 Yet haft fhown me 
 True and loving is Thy will ; 
 Though my heart from Thee oft ranges, 
 
 Through its changes, 
 Lord, Thy love is faithful ftill. 
 
 Satan watches to betray me, 
 
 He would flay me, 
 Quicken Thou my faith and powers, 
 
Egra €fermant'ca* 135 
 
 Let me, though Thy face Thou'rt hiding, 
 
 Still confiding, 
 Look to Thee in darkeft hours. 
 
 Blefs my trials thus to fever 
 
 Me for ever 
 From the love of felf and fin ; 
 Let me through them fee Thee clearer, 
 
 Find Thee nearer, 
 Grow more like to Thee within. 
 
 In the patience that Thou lendeft 
 
 All Thou fendeft 
 I embrace, I will be ftill ; 
 Bend this flubborn heart I pray Thee 
 
 To obey Thee, 
 Calmly waiting on Thy will. 
 
 Here I bring my will, oh take it, 
 
 Thine, Lord, make it, 
 Calm this troubled heart of mine ; 
 In Thy ftrength I too may conquer, 
 
 Wait no longer, 
 Show in me Thy grace Divine. 
 
 Tersteegen. i 73 1. 
 
136 Hgta ©etmantca. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Cfje ftHeafcttasi* anb Iftejstleasnesa of Sin. 
 
 JESUS, Lord of majefty! 
 
 O glorious King, eternal Son ! 
 In mercy bend Thou down to me, 
 As now I caft me at Thy throne. 
 
 Enflaved to vanity, and weak, 
 An alien power in me hath fway, 
 
 My ftrength is gone, howe'er I feek 
 I cannot break my bonds away. 
 
 How oft my heart againft my will 
 
 Is torn and tolling to and fro, 
 I cannot, as I would, fulfill 
 
 The good that yet I love and know. 
 
 How many ties opprefs and bind 
 The foul that yearneth to be free ; 
 
 Diftratted, vanquifh'd, oft the mind 
 That fain would reft at peace in Thee. 
 
 I pracYife me in felf-controul, 
 
 Yet reft and calm in vain purfue ; 
 
 Self-will is rooted in my foul, 
 
 And thwarts me ftill, whate'er I do. 
 
Hgra <£ermantca» 137 
 
 I hate it, but its life is ftrong, 
 
 I fear, yet cannot it forfake ; 
 Ah Lord, how long it feems, how long, 
 
 Until Thy grace my yoke fhall break ! 
 
 Ah Jefus, when, when, wilt Thou lead 
 The prifoner from this drear abode ? 
 
 When fhall I feel that I am freed, 
 
 And Thou art with me, Son of God ? 
 
 Oh take this heart, that I would give 
 
 For ever to be all Thine own ; 
 I to myfelf no more would live ; 
 
 Come, Lord, be Thou my King alone. 
 
 Yes, take my heart, and in it rule, 
 
 DirecT: it as it pleafes Thee ; 
 I will be filent in Thy fchool, 
 
 And learn whate'er Thou teacheft me. 
 
 What lives by life that is not Thine, 
 I yield it to Thy righteous doom ; 
 
 What yet refills Thy power Divine, 
 Oh let Thy fire of love confume. 
 
 And then within the heart abide 
 
 That Thou haft cleanfed to be Thy throne ; 
 A look from Thee fhall be my guide, 
 
 I watch but till Thy will is known. 
 
 Yes, make me Thine, — though I am weak, 
 Thy fervice makes us ftrong and free ; 
 
 My Lord and King, Thy face I feek, 
 For ever keep me true to Thee. 
 
 Tersteegen. i 73 i. 
 
138 Epra <&ermantca. 
 
 v. 
 a (ftfjrtsttan's Batlg Stager. 
 
 GOD, Thou faithful God, 
 Thou Fountain ever flowing, 
 Without Whom nothing is 
 All perfect gifts bellowing ; 
 A pure and healthy frame 
 O give me, and within 
 A confcience free from blame, 
 A foul unhurt by fin. 
 
 And grant me, Lord, to do, 
 With ready heart and willing, 
 
 Whate'er Thou fhalt command, 
 My calling here fulfilling, 
 And do it when I ought, 
 
 With all my flrength, and blefs 
 The work I thus have wrought, 
 For Thou mull give fuccefs. . 
 
 And let me promife nought 
 But I can keep it truly, 
 
 Abflain from idle words, 
 And guard my lips Hill duly ; 
 
 And grant, when in my place 
 I mull and ought to fpeak, 
 
Hgra €rermatuca* 139 
 
 My words due power and grace, 
 Nor let me wound the weak. 
 
 If dangers gather round, 
 Still keep me calm and fearlefs ; 
 
 Help me to bear the crofs 
 When life is dark and cheerlefs ; 
 To overcome my foe 
 
 With words and actions kind ; 
 When counfel I would know, 
 Good counfel let me find. 
 
 And let me be with all 
 In peace and friendship living, 
 
 As far as Chriflians may ; 
 And if Thou aught art giving 
 Of wealth and honours fair, 
 
 Oh this refufe me not, 
 That nought be mingled there 
 Of goods unjuftly got. 
 
 And if a longer life 
 Be here on earth decreed me, 
 
 And Thou through many a ftrife 
 To age at laft wilt lead me, 
 Thy patience in me ihed, 
 Avert all fin and fhame, 
 And crown my hoary head . 
 With pure untarnifh'd fame. 
 
 Let nothing that may chance, 
 Me from my Saviour fever ; 
 
140 Hgra iffifnmantca. 
 
 And dying with Him, take 
 My foul to Thee for ever ; 
 And let my body have 
 A little fpace to fleep 
 Befide my fathers' grave, 
 
 And friends that o'er it weep. 
 
 And when the Day is come, 
 And all the dead are waking, 
 
 Oh reach me down Thy hand, 
 Thyfelf my {lumbers breaking; 
 Then let me hear Thy voice, 
 
 And change this earthly frame, 
 And bid me aye rejoice 
 
 With thofe who love Thy name. 
 
 JOHANN HEERMANN. 163O. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Cfje UBeltbmr from ISontrage. 
 
 |HOU Who breakeft every chain, 
 Thou Who ftill art ever near, 
 Thou with Whom difgrace and pain 
 Turn to joy and heaven e'en here ; 
 Let Thy further judgments fall 
 On the Adam ftrong within, 
 Till Thy grace hath freed us all 
 From the prifon-houfe of fin. 
 
Hgra ©etmantca* 141 
 
 'Tis Thy Father's will toward us, 
 
 Thou ftiouldft end Thy work at length ; 
 Hence in Thee are centred thus 
 
 Perfect wifdom, love, and ftrength, 
 That Thou none fhouldft lofe of thofe 
 
 Whom He gave Thee, though they roam 
 'Wilder'd here amid their foes, 
 
 Thou fhouldft bring them fafely home. 
 
 Ah Thou wilt, Thou canft not ceafe, 
 
 Till Thy perfect work be done ; 
 In Thy hands we lie at peace, 
 
 Knowing all Thy love hath won, 
 Though the world may blindly dream 
 
 We are captives poor and bafe, 
 And the crofs's yoke may deem 
 
 Sign of meannefs and difgrace. 
 
 Look upon our bonds, and fee 
 
 How doth all creation groan 
 'Neath the yoke of vanity, 
 
 Make Thy full redemption known ; 
 Still we wreftle, cry, and pray, 
 
 Held in bitter bondage faft, 
 Though the foul would break away 
 
 Into higher things at laft. 
 
 Lord, we do not afk for reft 
 
 For the flefh, we only pray 
 Thou wouldft do as feems Thee belt, 
 
 Ere yet comes our parting day ; 
 
i4 2 2Lgra ©ermanica. 
 
 But our fpirit clings to Thee, 
 
 Will not, dare not, let Thee go, 
 
 Until Thou have fet her free 
 
 From the bonds that caufe her woe. 
 
 Conqueror conquer, Ruler reign, 
 
 King afTert Thy fovereign right, 
 Till no flavery more remain 
 
 Spread the kingdom of Thy might ! 
 Lead the captives freely out, 
 
 Through the covenant of Thy blood, 
 From our dark remorfe and doubt, 
 
 For Thou willeft but our good. 
 
 Ours the fault it is, we own, 
 
 We are Haves to felf and floth, 
 Yet oh leave us not alone 
 
 In the living death we loathe ; 
 Crufh'd beneath our burden's weight, 
 
 Crying at Thy feet we fall, 
 Point the path, though fteep and ftrait, 
 
 Thou didft open once for all. 
 
 Ah how dearly were we bought 
 
 Not to ferve the world or fin ; 
 By the work that Thou haft wrought 
 
 Muft Thou make us pure within, — 
 Wholly pure and free, in us 
 
 Be Thine image now reftored : 
 Fill'd from out Tty fulnefs thus 
 
 Grace for grace is on us pour'd. 
 
iLgta <£ermanica. 143 
 
 Draw us to Thy crofs, O Love, 
 
 Crucify with Thee whate'er 
 Cannot dwell with Thee above, 
 
 Lead us to thofe regions fair ! 
 Courage ! long the time may feem, 
 
 Yet His day is coming fail ; 
 We mail be like them that dream 
 
 When our freedom dawns at laft. 
 
 Gottfried Arnold. 1697. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Ef)e Safe Iftrtuse. 
 
 OURAGE, my forely-tempted heart ! 
 Break through thy woes, forget their fmart; 
 Come forth and on Thy Bridegroom gaze,, 
 The Lamb of God, the Fount of grace; 
 Here is thy place ! 
 
 His arms are open, thither flee ! 
 There reft and peace are waiting thee, 
 The deathlefs crown of righteoufnefs, 
 The entrance to eternal blifs ; 
 He gives thee this ! 
 
 Then combat well, of nought afraid, 
 For thus His follower thou art made, 
 Each battle teaches thee to fight, 
 Each foe to be a braver knight, 
 
 Arm'd with His might. 
 
i44 Egta <&etmanfca. 
 
 If ftorms of fierce temptation rife, 
 Unmoved I'll face the frowning fkies ; 
 If but the heart is true indeed, 
 Chrift will be with me in my need, — 
 His own could bleed. 
 
 I flee away to Thy dear crofs, 
 For hope is there for every lofs, 
 Healing for every wound and woe, 
 There all the ftrength of love I know 
 And feel its glow. 
 
 Before the Holy One I fall, 
 The Eternal Sacrifice for all; 
 His death has freed us from our load, 
 Peace on the anguifh'd foul beftow'd, 
 Brought us to God. 
 
 How then mould I go mourning on ? 
 I look to Thee, — my fears are gone, 
 With Thee is reft that cannot ceafe, 
 For Thou haft wrought us full releafe, 
 And made our peace. 
 
 Thy word hath ftill its glorious powers, 
 The nobleft chivalry is ours ; 
 
 Thou, for whom to die is gain, 
 
 1 bring Thee here my all, oh deign 
 
 To accept and reign ! 
 
 J. H. Bohmer. 1704. 
 
fLgra (Bfermantcau 145 
 
 PRAISE AND THANKSGIVING. 
 
 OW thank we all our God, 
 With heart and hands and voices, 
 
 Who wondrous things hath done, 
 In Whom His world rejoices;, 
 Who from our mother's arms 
 Hath blefs'd us on our way 
 With countlefs gifts of love, 
 And Hill is ours to-day. 
 
 Oh may this bounteous God 
 Through all our life be near us, 
 
 With ever joyful hearts 
 And bleiTed peace to cheer us ; 
 And keep us in His grace, 
 
 And guide us when perplex'd, 
 And free us from all ills 
 In this world and the next. 
 
 All praife and thanks to God 
 The Father, now be given, 
 
 The Son, and Him who reigns 
 With them in higheft heaven, 
 
1 46 Hgra ©ermantca. 
 
 The One eternal God, 
 
 Whom earth and heaven adore, 
 
 For thus it was, is now, 
 And fhall be evermore ! 
 
 Martin Rinckart. 1636. 
 
 II. 
 
 Cfje (Hrjcrtmess of <&cto. 
 
 LL praife and thanks to God moft High, 
 The Father of all Love ! 
 The God who doeth wondroufly, 
 The God who from above 
 My foul with richeft folace fills, 
 The God who every forrow frills ; 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 The hofts of heaven Thy praifes tell, 
 All thrones bow down to Thee, 
 
 And all who in Thy fhadow dwell, 
 In earth and air and fea, 
 
 Declare and laud their Maker's might, 
 
 Whofe wifdom orders all things right ; 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 And for the creatures He hath made 
 
 Our God fhall well provide ; 
 His grace fhall be their conftant aid, 
 
 Their guard on every fide ; 
 
His kingdom ye may furely truft, 
 There all is equal, all is juft ; 
 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 I fought Him in my hour of need ; 
 
 Lord God, now hear my prayer ! 
 For death He gave me life indeed, 
 
 And comfort for defpair ; 
 For this my thanks fhall endlefs be, 
 Oh thank Him, thank Him too with me 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 The Lord is never far away, 
 Nor funder'd from His flock ; 
 
 He is their refuge and their ftay, 
 Their peace, their truft, their rock, 
 
 And with a mother's watchful love 
 
 He guides them wherefoe'er they rove : 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 And when earth cannot comfort more, 
 
 Nor earthly help avail, 
 The Maker comes Himfelf, whofe ftore 
 
 Of bleffing cannot fail, 
 And bends on them a Father's eyes 
 Whom earth all reft and hope denies : 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 Ah then till life hath reach'd its bound, 
 
 My God, I'll worfhip Thee, 
 The chorus of Thy praife fhall found 
 
 Far over land and fea ; 
 

 1 48 Ugta ©ermamca. 
 
 Oh foul and body now rejoice, 
 My heart fend forth a gladfome voice : 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 All ye who name Chrift's holy Name, 
 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 Ye who the Father's power proclaim, 
 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 All idols under foot be trod, 
 The Lord is God ! The Lord is God ! 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 J. J. SCHUTZ. 1673. 
 
 III. 
 €f)e <§Iotg of <&rto in (ttxtntitm. 
 
 I O, heaven and earth, and fea and air, 
 Their Maker's glory all declare ; 
 And thou, my foul, awake and fmg, 
 To Him Thy praifes alfo bring. 
 
 Through Him the glorious Source of Day 
 Drives all the clouds of night away ; 
 The pomp of ftars, the moon's foft light, 
 Praife Him through all the filent night. 
 
 Behold, how He hath everywhere 
 Made earth fo wondrous rich and fair ; 
 The foreft dark, the fruitful land, 
 All living things do mow His hand. 
 
fLgra (Kermantca* 149 
 
 Behold, how through the boundlefs iky 
 The happy birds all fwiftly fly ; 
 And fire and wind and florin are flill 
 The ready fervants of His will. 
 
 Behold the waters' ceafelefs flow, 
 For ever circling to and fro ; 
 The mighty fea, the bubbling well, 
 Alike their Maker's glory tell. 
 
 My God, how wondroufly doll Thou 
 Unfold Thyfelf to us e'en now ! 
 O grave it deeply on my heart 
 What I am, Lord, and what Thou art ! 
 
 Joachim Neander. 1679. 
 
 IV. 
 
 W$z dFattfjMttesa of <£()&♦ 
 
 WHO fo oft in deep diflrefs 
 
 And bitter grief mull dwell, 
 Will now my God with gladnefs blefs, 
 And all His mercies tell ; 
 Oh hear me then, my God and King, 
 While of Thy Holy Name I fing, 
 Who doeil all things well. 
 
1 50 iipta (Kxctmaiwa* 
 
 Our fathers who are now no more 
 Have praifed Thee in their day, 
 
 They taught their children oft of yore 
 The wonders of Thy way ; 
 
 Our children mail not reft, and ftill 
 
 They mail not all the meafure fill, 
 Nor all exhauft the lay. 
 
 To Thee how many thankful fongs 
 Have gone up ere my days, 
 
 And yet to me a part belongs 
 In that great hymn of praife ; 
 
 I too muft tell Thy wondrous might, 
 
 And praife Thy covenant juft and right, 
 And Thine all- conquering grace. 
 
 And many a pious heart fhall learn 
 
 The fongs I make to Thee, 
 Far o'er the ftars that yonder burn 
 
 Shall rife our harmony, 
 Thy Majefty, Thy mighty Hand 
 Shall be reveal'd to every land, 
 
 And all Thy goodnefs fee ! 
 
 For who is gracious, Lord, as Thou ? 
 
 Who hath fo much forgiven ? 
 Who flill to us would pitying bow 
 
 Who thus with grace have ftriven ? 
 For loft in fins the whole world lies, 
 Her ceafelefs crimes would fcale the fkies, 
 
 And cry aloud to heaven. 
 
Egta <£etmantca* 151 
 
 Yes, it muft be a faithful heart 
 
 That thus can love us ftill, 
 Who oft reject the better part, 
 
 And thanklefs choofe the ill ; 
 But God can be nought elfe but good, 
 And therefore doth His mercies' flood 
 
 All things with bleffing fill. 
 
 For this the works that Thou haft made 
 
 Do thank Thee and rejoice, 
 Thy faints fhall blefs Thee for Thine aid, 
 
 And make Thy ways their choice, 
 And tell abroad from hour to hour 
 Thy glorious rule, Thy kingdom's power, 
 
 With far-refounding voice. 
 
 Yes, they fhall praife it, till its fame 
 Through all the world fhall ring, 
 
 And all men learn to know Thy name 
 And gifts and fervice bring ; 
 
 Eternal is Thy glorious throne, 
 
 Thy rule is like Thyfelf alone, 
 Ojuft, Eternal King! 
 
 And yet in death or pain or lofs, 
 
 The Lord is with us all, 
 Lightens the preffure of the crofs, 
 
 Upholds us when we fall ; 
 He ftems the fwelling tide of woes, 
 And when we fink beneath its blows 
 
 He comes, ere yet we call. 
 
152 IL^ra Gcrmamca. 
 
 All eyes do wait on Thee, O Lord, 
 Who keepeft us from dearth, 
 
 Who fcattereft rich fupplies abroad 
 For all the wants of earth ; 
 
 Thou opened oft Thy bounteous hand, 
 
 And all in fea and air and land 
 Are fill'd with food and mirth. 
 
 Thy thoughts are good, and Thou art kind 
 
 E'en when we think it not ; 
 How many an anxious faithlefs mind 
 
 Sits grieving o'er its lot, 
 And frets and pines by day and night, 
 As God had loft it out of fight, 
 
 And all its wants forgot ! 
 
 Ah no ! God ne'er forgets His own, 
 
 His heart is far too true, 
 He ever feeks their good alone, 
 
 His love is daily new ; 
 And though thou deem that things go ill, 
 Yet He in all He doeth, ftill 
 
 Is holy, juft and true. 
 
 The Lord to them is ever nigh 
 
 Who truly keep His word, 
 Whene'er in faith to Him they cry 
 
 Their prayer is furely heard ; 
 He knoweth well who love Him well, 
 His love fhall yet their clouds difpel, 
 
 And grant the hope deferr'd. 
 
 
 
Upra ©ermantca. 153 
 
 To thofe who love Him He denies 
 
 No good thing that they feek ; 
 He fees their forrow, counts their fighs, 
 
 And hearkens when they fpeak, 
 And furely frees them from their woes ; 
 But thofe who hate them He o'erthrows, 
 
 And makes their boafting weak. 
 
 Yet this is but a little part 
 
 Of what I fain would fing ; 
 But daily mall my voice and heart 
 
 New thanks and praifes bring; 
 Oh help me all that live and move, 
 Help me to fpeak His faithful love, 
 
 And praife our glorious King. 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1606-1676. 
 
 Cfje JBolmwi* of <&ott fcrougtt near to Mm 
 in (& trust* 
 
 MIGHTY Spirit ! Source whence all things 
 fprung ! 
 O glorious Majefty of perfect Light ! 
 Hath ever worthy praife to Thee been fung, 
 Or mortal heart endured to meet Thy fight ? 
 If they who fin have never known 
 Muft veil their faces at Thy throne, 
 Oh how fhall I, who am but fin and dull, 
 Approach untrembling to the Pure and Juft ? 
 
154 ILpra <£mnanira. 
 
 The voice of confcience in the foul hath fhown 
 
 Some far-off glim pfes of Thy holinefs, 
 And yet more clearly haft Thou made it known 
 In Thy dear word that tells us of Thy grace ; 
 But with all-glorious light divine 
 In His face we behold it mine, 
 The finlefs One, who this dark earth has trod 
 To win through forrow finners back to God. 
 
 The brightnefs of Thy glory was the Son ; 
 
 Thy law engraven on His heart He wore, 
 And on His forehead that all clearly fhone 
 That Aaron's forehead but in fhadow. bore ;* 
 And even to death did He obey 
 To take the guilt of fin away, 
 And made a curfe for man, and dying thus, 
 He won the power of holinefs for us. 
 
 Now may Thine image in us fhine anew 
 
 In holy righteoufnefs and innocence ; 
 Now, ftrengthen'd by Thy Son, a fervice true 
 Thy people render, pure from all offence ; 
 But all their light is only dim, 
 A fhadow'd broken light from Him, 
 Who that we might be holy bore our load, - 
 In Whom we dare to meet the Holy God. 
 
 J.J. Rambach. 1720. 
 
 • Exodus xxviii. 36-38. 
 
Hgta <&etmaiuca* 155 
 
 VI. 
 
 Co ifie Sabtout. 
 
 fp N Thee is gladnefs 
 
 Amid all fadnefs, 
 Jefus, Sunfhine of my heart! 
 By Thee are given 
 The gifts of heaven, 
 Thou the true Redeemer art ! 
 Our fouls Thou wakeft, 
 Our bonds Thou breakeft, 
 Who trufts Thee furely 
 Hath built fecurely, 
 He Hands for ever : 
 Hallelujah. 
 Our hearts are pining 
 To fee Thy mining, 
 Dying or living 
 To Thee are cleaving, 
 Nought can us fever ; 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 If He is ours, 
 
 We fear no powers 
 Of earth or Satan, fin or death ! 
 
 He fees and bleffes 
 
 In worft diftreffes, 
 He can change them with a breath ! 
 
156 Hgra ©ermantca. 
 
 Wherefore the ftory 
 Tell of His glory 
 With heart and voices ; 
 All heaven rejoices 
 
 In Him for ever ; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 We triumph o'er fadnefs, 
 We fing in our gladnefs, 
 We love Thee, we praife Thee, 
 And yonder mall raife Thee, 
 
 Glad hymns for ever ; 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 I. LlNDEMANN. I580-163O. 
 
 VII. 
 
 ^For lufcltc ^mt. 
 
 Written at the close of the Thirty Years' 
 War. 
 
 [HANK God it hath refounded, - 
 The bleffed voice of joy and Peace .' 
 And murder's reign is bounded, 
 And fpear and fword at laft may ceafe. 
 Arife, take down thy lyre, 
 
 My country, and once more 
 Uplift in full-toned choir 
 Thy happy fongs of yore ; 
 
Egra (fcermatttca* 157 
 
 Oh raife thy heart to God and fay : 
 
 Thy covenants, Lord, endure, 
 Thy mercies do not pafs away, 
 
 Thy promifes are fure. 
 
 For nothing do we merit, 
 But fiery wrath and fharpeft rod, 
 
 A race of froward fpirit, 
 Whofe fhamelefs fins ftill mock our God ; 
 
 And He indeed hath fent us 
 Full many a bitter ftroke, 
 
 And yet, do we repent us, 
 Or learn to bear His yoke ? 
 Nay, as we were fo ftill we are, 
 
 But God abideth true, 
 His help fhall ftill the noife of war, 
 
 The captives' bonds undo. 
 
 O welcome day, that brought us 
 This precious noble gift of Peace ! 
 
 For war hath deeply taught us 
 What forrows come where fhe doth ceafe ; 
 
 In her our God now layeth 
 All hope, all happinefs ; 
 
 Who woundeth her, or flayeth, 
 Doth, like a madman, prefs 
 The arrow to his own heart's core, 
 
 And quench with impious hand 
 The golden torch of Peace once more, 
 
 That glads at laft our land. 
 
158 Hgta (Sermamca. 
 
 This ye could teach us only, 
 So dull and hard thefe hearts of ours, 
 
 Ye homes, now ftripp'd and lonely, 
 Ye wafted cities, ruin'd towers; 
 
 Ye fields once fairly blooming, 
 With golden harvefts graced, 
 
 Where forefts now are glooming, 
 Or fpreads a dreary wafte ; 
 Ye graves, with corpfes piled, where lies 
 
 Full many a hero brave, 
 Whofe like no more fhall meet our eyes, 
 
 Who died, yet could not fave. 
 
 O man, with bitter mourning 
 Remember now the bygone years, 
 
 When thou haft met God's warning 
 With carelefs feoff, not contrite tears ; 
 
 Yet like a loving Father, 
 He lays afide His wrath, 
 
 And feeks with kindnefs rather 
 To lure thee to His path ; 
 He tries if love may yet conftrain 
 
 The heart that hath withftood 
 His rod, — oh let Him not in vain 
 
 Now ftrive with thee for good ! 
 
 Thou carelefs world awaken ! 
 Awake, awake, all ye that fleep, 
 
 Ere yet ye be o'ertaken 
 With ruin fudden, fwift, and deep ! 
 
 But he who knows Chrift liveth, 
 May hope and fear no ill, 
 
Ugra (Kxetmantca. 159 
 
 The Peace that now He giveth 
 Hath deeper meaning ftill, 
 For He will furely teach us this : 
 
 " The end is nigh at hand, 
 When ye in perfect reft and peace 
 Before your God mall ftand." 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1648. 
 
160 ILgra ©etmantca. 
 
 THE LIFE OF FAITH. 
 
 I. 
 dFattf). 
 
 AITH is a living power from heaven, 
 That grafps the promife God hath given, 
 A truft that cannot be o'erthrown, 
 Fix'd heartily on Chrift alone. 
 
 Faith finds in Chrift whate'er we need 
 To fave or ftrengthen us indeed, 
 Receives the grace He fends us down, 
 And makes us fhare His crofs and crown. 
 
 Faith in the confcience worketh peace, 
 And bids the mourner's weeping ceafe ; 
 By Faith the children's place we claim, 
 And give all honour to One Name. 
 
 Faith feels the Spirit's kindling breath 
 In love and hope that conquer death ; 
 Faith worketh hourly joy in God, 
 And trufts and blefles e'en the rod. 
 
3Lgta ©ermantca. 161 
 
 We thank Thee then, O God of heaven, 
 That Thou to us this faith haft given 
 In Jefus Chrift Thy Son, Who is 
 Our only Fount and Source of blifs ; 
 
 And from His fulnefs grant each foul 
 The rightful faith's true end and goal, 
 The blefTednefs no foes deftroy, 
 Eternal love and light and joy. 
 
 Bohemian Brethren. 
 
 II. 
 
 dFattf) tfjat tootfceti) fcg Hobe. 
 
 HO keepeth not God's word, yet faith, 
 I know the Lord, is wrong ; 
 In him is not that blefled faith 
 . Through which the truth is ftrong ; 
 But he who hears and keeps the word, 
 Is not of this world, but of God. 
 
 The faith His word hath caufed to mine 
 
 Will kindle love in thee ; 
 More wouldft thou know of things divine, 
 
 Deeper thy love muft be ; 
 True faith not only gives thee light, 
 But ftrength to love and do the right. 
 
 Jefus hath wafh'd away our fin, 
 And we are children now ; 
 
 M 
 
1 62 Hgra ©ermatttca. 
 
 Who feels fuch hope as this within, 
 
 To evil cannot bow; 
 Rather with Chrift all fcorn endure, 
 So we be like our Mailer pure ! 
 
 For he doth pleafe the Father well 
 
 Who fimply can obey ; 
 In him the love of God doth dwell 
 
 Who fleadfafl keeps His way ; 
 A daily active life of love, 
 Such fruits a living faith mull prove. 
 
 He is in God, and God in him, 
 
 Who flill abides in love ; 
 'Tis love that makes the Cherubim 
 
 Obey and praife above; 
 For God is love, the lovelefs heart 
 Hath in His life and joy no part. 
 
 C. F. Gellert. 1757. 
 
 III. 
 
 STfje <£f)rtsttan'g Crust, 
 
 KNOW in Whom I put my trufl, 
 
 I know what flandeth fall, 
 When all things here dhTolve like dull 
 Or fmoke before the blafl : 
 I know what Hill endures, howe'er 
 
 All elfe may quake and fall, 
 When lies the prudent men enfnare, 
 And dreams the wife enthral. 
 
Ugta (fetxmmm. 163 
 
 It is the Dayfpring from on high, 
 
 The adamantine Rock, 
 Whence never florin can make me fly, 
 
 That fears no earthquake's mock ; 
 My Jefus Chrifl, my fure Defence, 
 
 My Saviour, and my Light, 
 That mines within, and fcatters thence 
 
 Dark phantoms of the night : 
 
 Who once was borne, betray'd and flain, 
 
 At evening to the grave ; 
 Whom God awoke, Who rofe again, 
 
 A Conqueror flrong to fave ; 
 Who pardons all my fin, who fends 
 
 His Spirit pure and mild ; 
 Whofe grace my every Hep befriends, 
 
 Who ne'er forgets His child ! 
 
 Therefore I know in Whom I trufi, 
 
 I know what flandeth fall, 
 When all things form'd of earthly dull 
 
 Are whirling in the blafl ; 
 The terrors of the final foe 
 
 Can rob me not of this, 
 And this fhall crown me once, I know, 
 
 With never-fading blifs. 
 
 E. M. Arndt. 
 
164 &£tti ©ermamca. 
 
 IV. 
 W$z &itci)ot of tfje Soul. 
 
 |ORD, all my heart is fix'd on Thee, 
 I pray Thee, be not far from me, 
 With grace and love divine. 
 The whole wide world delights me not, 
 Of heaven or earth, Lord, afk I not, 
 
 If only Thou art mine; 
 And though my heart be like to break, 
 Thou art my truft that nought can make, 
 My portion, and my hidden joy, 
 Whofe crofs could all my bonds deftroy ; 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift ! 
 My God and Lord ! My God and Lord ! 
 Forfake me not who truft Thy word ! 
 
 Rich are Thy gifts ! 'Twas God that gave 
 Body and foul, and all I have 
 
 In this poor life I live ; . 
 That I may ufe them to Thy praife, 
 And man's true welfare all my days, 
 
 Thy grace I pray Thee give ; 
 From all falfe doctrine keep me, Lord ; 
 All lies and malice from me ward ; 
 In every crofs uphold Thou me, 
 That I may bear it patiently ; 
 Lord Jefus Chrift ! 
 
 
Hgra <£ennantca. 165 
 
 My God and Lord ! My God and Lord ! 
 In death Thy comfort Mill afford. 
 
 Ah Lord, let Thy dear angels come 
 At my laft end to bear me home 
 
 To Paradife for aye ; 
 And in its narrow chamber keep 
 My body fafe in painlefs fleep 
 
 Until Thy Judgment Day ; 
 And then from death awaken me, 
 That thefe mine eyes with joy may fee, 
 O Son of God, Thy glorious face, 
 My Saviour, and my Fount of Grace ! 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift ! 
 Receive my prayer, receive my prayer, 
 Thy love for ever I'll declare. 
 
 Schalling. 1594. 
 
 V. 
 
 €f)e lUsolbe. 
 
 SJOW at laft I end the ftrife, 
 To my God I give my life 
 
 Wholly, with a fteadfaft mind ; 
 Sin, I will not hearken more, 
 World, I turn from thee, 'tis o'er, 
 Not a look I'll call behind. 
 
 Hath my heart been wavering long, 
 Have I dallied oft with wrong, 
 
1 66 fLgra (Ketmanica. 
 
 Now at lafl I firmly fay : 
 All my will to this I ^ive, 
 Only to my God to live, 
 
 And to ferve Him night and day. 
 
 Lord, I offer at Thy feet 
 
 All I have moft dear and fweet, 
 
 Lo ! I keep no fecret hoard : 
 Try my heart, and lurks there aught 
 Falfe within its inmoft thought, 
 
 Take it hence this moment, Lord ! 
 
 I will fhun no toil or wo, 
 Where Thou leadefl I will go, 
 
 Be my pathway plain or rough ; 
 If but every hour may be 
 Spent in work that pleafes Thee, 
 
 Ah, dear Lord, it is enough ! 
 
 One thing will I feek alone, 
 Nothing outward fhall be known, 
 
 Sought, or toil'd for, more by me ; 
 Strange to earth and all her care, 
 Well content with pilgrim's fare, 
 
 Shall my life be hid in Thee. 
 
 Thee I make my choice alone, 
 Make for ever, Lord, Thine own 
 
 All my powers of foul and mind ; 
 Here I give myfelf away, 
 Let the covenant fland for aye 
 
 That my hand to-day hath fign'd. 
 
 Tersteegen. 1731. 
 
Egta <&ermamca. 167 
 
 VI. 
 CJe Otfmsttan Uact. 
 
 f"HO would make the prize his own, 
 Runs as fwiftly as he can ; 
 Who would gain an earthly crown, 
 Strives in earneft as a man ; 
 Trains himfelf betimes with care 
 For the conflict he would fhare, 
 Calls afide whate'er could be 
 Hindrance to His victory. 
 
 Lord, Thou biddeft me afpire 
 
 To a prize fo high, To grand, 
 That it fets my foul on fire 
 
 To be found amidft Thy band : 
 Oh how brightly fhineth down 
 From Thy heights the Harry crown 
 And the throne to victors given, 
 Who for Thee have bravely ftriven ! 
 
 Yet it feems I ftrive in vain, 
 
 Lord, in pity look on me, 
 Thou my weaknefs muft fuftain, 
 
 Set me now from all things free 
 That would keep me from my goal ; 
 Come, Thyfelf prepare my foul, 
 Give me joy and ftrength and life, 
 Help me in the race, the ftrife. 
 

 1 68 iLgta ©ermantca. 
 
 Well our utmoft efforts worth 
 
 Is the crown I fee afar, 
 Though the blinded fons of earth 
 
 Care not for our holy war; 
 An exceeding great reward 
 Is that crown of grace, my Lord ; 
 Be Thyfelf my Strength divine, 
 And the prize mall foon be mine. 
 
 J. Mentzer. 1704. 
 
 VII. 
 
 &f)e Otfjrtgttan'g fog. 
 
 rtH deareft Lord ! to feel that Thou art near 
 Brings deepeft peace, and hufhes every fear ; 
 To fee Thy fmile, to hear Thy gracious 
 voice, 
 Makes foul and body inwardly rejoice 
 
 With praife and thanks. 
 
 We cannot fee as yet Thy glorious face, 
 Not yet our eyes behold its love and grace, 
 But Thee our inmoft foul can furely feel, 
 Oh clearly, Lord, canft Thou Thyfelf reveal, 
 Though all unfeen ! 
 
 Oh well for him who ever day and night 
 Still only feeks to feed on Thee aright ! 
 
 
Egra (Kermamca. 169 
 
 In him a well of joy for ever fprings, 
 And all day long his heart is glad and fings : 
 Who is like Thee? 
 
 For Thou doft love to meet us as a Friend, 
 Our comfort, healing, hope, and joy to fend ; 
 Patient to pity and to calm our woe, 
 And daily to forgive us all we owe, 
 
 Of Thy rich grace. 
 
 Or though we weep foon bid our tears to ceafe, 
 And make us feel how ftrong Thy love and peace ; 
 And let the foul fee Thee within, and learn 
 From need and love alike to Thee to turn 
 With ceafelefs gaze. 
 
 A warm and loving heart, a childlike mind, 
 Through every change mayft Thou within us find ; 
 The comfort of Thy holy forrows keep 
 Our hearts at reft, in peace moll calm and deep, 
 In joy or woe ! 
 
 So mall we all, until Thy heaven we fee, 
 Like children evermore be glad in Thee, 
 Though many a time the fudden tear may ftart, — 
 If only Thou wilt touch the throbbing heart 
 /ind ftill its pain ! 
 
 Thou reached down to us Thy wounded hand, 
 And at Thy crofs, dear Lord, afhamed we ftand, 
 Remembering all Thy truth through weal and woe, 
 Until our eyes with tears muft overflow 
 
 Of thanks and praife. 
 Christian Gregor. 1778 
 
17° Hgta <Grrmanica. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 ^ERE behold me, as I caft me 
 
 At Thy throne, O glorious King ! 
 Tears fall thronging, childlike longing, 
 Son of Man, to Thee I bring. 
 Let me find Thee — let me find Thee ! 
 Me a poor and worthlefs thing. 
 
 Look upon me, Lord, I pray Thee, 
 
 Let Thy Spirit dwell in mine ; 
 Thou haft fought me, Thou haft bought me, 
 
 Only Thee to know I pine ; 
 Let me find Thee — let me find Thee! 
 
 Take my heart and grant me Thine. 
 
 Nought I afk for, nought I ftrive for, 
 
 But Thy grace fo rich and free, 
 That Thou giveft whom Thou loveft, 
 
 And who truly cleave to Thee ; 
 Let me find Thee — let me find Thee ! 
 
 He hath all things who hath Thee. 
 
 Earthly treafure, mirth and pleafure, 
 
 Glorious name, or richeft hoard, 
 Are but weary, void and dreary, 
 
Egta <£ermantca. 17 1 
 
 To the heart that longs for God ; 
 Let me find Thee — let me find Thee ! 
 I am ready, mighty Lord. 
 
 Joachim Neander. 1679. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Aspiration, 
 
 JP ! yes, upward to thy gladnefs 
 
 Rife, my heart, and foul, and mind ! 
 Call, oh caft away thy fadnefs, 
 Rife where thou thy Lord canfl find. 
 He is thy home, 
 And thy life alone is He ; 
 Hath the world no place for thee, 
 With Him is room. 
 
 On, ftill onward, mounting nigher 
 On the wings of faith to Him ! 
 On, ftill onward, ever higher, 
 
 Till the mournful earth grows dim ! 
 God is thy Rock ; 
 Chrift thy Champion cannot fail thee, 
 Howfoe'er thy foes afTail thee, 
 Fear not their fhock. 
 
 Firm, yes firmly, ever cleaving 
 Unto Chrift the ftrong and true, 
 
 All, yes all, to God ftill leaving, 
 For His love is daily new, 
 
172 Upra (^ertnanfca* 
 
 Be lleadfaft here ; 
 Soon thy foes fhall be o'erthrown, 
 Since He wills thy good alone, 
 
 Be of good cheer. 
 
 Hide thee, in His chamber hide thee, 
 Chrift hath open'd now the door; 
 Tell Him all that doth betide thee, 
 All thy forrows there outpour; 
 He hears thy cry ; 
 Men may hate thee and deceive thee, 
 But He cannot, will not leave thee, 
 He ftill is nigh. 
 
 High, oh high, o'er all things earthy, 
 
 Raife thy thoughts, my foul, to heaven ; 
 One alone of thee is worthy, 
 All thou haft to Him be given ; 
 Thy Lord He is 
 Who fo truly pleads to have thee, 
 Who in love hath died to fave thee ; 
 Then thou art His. 
 
 Up then, upwards ! feek thou only . 
 
 For the things that are above ; 
 Sin thou hateft, earth is lonely, 
 
 Rife to Him whom thou doft love, — 
 There art thou bleft ; 
 All things here muft change and die, 
 Only with our Lord on high 
 Is perfect reft. 
 
 J. C. SCHADE. 1699. 
 
Upra <£ermantca* 173 
 
 x. 
 
 Song of tf)e OHjrtgttan ^tlgrtm. 
 
 PILGRIM here I wander, 
 On earth have no abode, 
 My fatherland is yonder, 
 My home is with my God. 
 For here I journey to and fro, 
 
 There in eternal reft 
 Will God His gracious gift bellow 
 On all the toil-opprefs'd. 
 
 For what hath life been giving, 
 From youth up till this day, 
 But conftant toil and ftriving ? 
 Far back as thought can flray, 
 How many a day of toil and care, 
 
 How many a night of tears, 
 Hath pafs'd in grief that none could fhare, 
 In lonely anxious fears ! 
 
 How many a florin hath lighten'd 
 And thunder'd round my path ! 
 And winds and rains have frighten'd 
 My heart with fierceft wrath : 
 And cruel envy, hatred, fcorn, 
 
 Have darken'd oft my lot, 
 And patiently reproach I've borne, 
 Though I deferved it not. 
 
i74 Ugra ©ermamca. 
 
 Then through this life of dangers 
 
 I onward take my way ; 
 But in this land of ftrangers 
 I do not think to flay, 
 Still forward on the road I fare 
 That leads me to my home, 
 My Father's comfort waits me there, 
 When I have overcome. 
 
 Ah yes, my home is yonder, 
 
 Where all the angelic bands 
 Praife Him with awe and wonder, 
 In whole Almighty hands 
 All things that are and fhall be, lie, 
 
 By Him upholden ftill, 
 Who cafteth down and lifts on high 
 At His moft holy will. 
 
 That home have I defired, 
 
 'Tis there I would be gone ; 
 Till I am well-nigh tired, 
 O'er earth I've journey'd on ; 
 The longer here I roam, I find 
 
 The lefs of real joy 
 That e'er could pleafe or fill my mind, 
 For all hath fome alloy. 
 
 The lodging is too cheerlefs, 
 The forrow is too much ; 
 
 Ah come, my heart is fearlefs, 
 Releafe it with Thy touch, 
 
Egra ©ermaruca. 175 
 
 When Thy heart wills, and make and end 
 
 Of all this pilgrimage, 
 And with Thine arm and ftrength defend, 
 
 When foes againft me rage. 
 
 Where now my fpirit ftayeth 
 
 Is not her true abode, 
 This earthly houfe decayeth, 
 And me will drop its load, 
 When comes the hour to leave beneath 
 
 What now I ufe and have ; 
 And when I've yielded up my breath 
 Earth gives me but a grave. 
 
 But Thou, my Joy and gladnefs, 
 O Thou, my Life and Light, 
 Wilt raife me from this fadnefs, 
 This long tempeftuous night, 
 Into the perfect gladfome day, 
 Where bathed in joy divine, 
 Among Thy faints, and bright as they, 
 I too fhall ever fhine. 
 
 There fhall I dwell for ever, 
 
 Not as a gueft alone, 
 With thofe who ceafe there never 
 To worfhip at Thy throne ; 
 There in my heritage I reft, 
 From bafer things fet free, 
 And join the chorus of the bleft 
 For ever, Lord, to Thee ! 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1606-1676. 
 
176 Epra Gctmantca. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Eongmg for Jgome. 
 
 J OW the pearly gates unfold, 
 
 O Thou Joy of higheft heaven, 
 Who ere earth was made, of old 
 Light of light for light waft given! 
 Haften, Lord, and quickly come, 
 
 Bring the bride Thou haft: betroth'd, 
 In Thine own pure radiance clothed, 
 Safe to Thine eternal home, 
 Where no more the night of fin 
 Spreads its fear and gloom within. 
 
 All my fpirit thirfts to fee, 
 
 Lord, Thy face unveil'd and bright ; 
 And to ftand from, fin fet free, 
 
 Spotlefs Lamb, amid Thy light. 
 But I leave it, — Thou doft well, 
 
 And my heaven is here and now, 
 
 Dayftar of my foul, if Thou 
 Wilt but deign in me to dwell ; 
 For without Thee could there be 
 Joy in heaven itfelf for me ? 
 
 Blifs from Thee my foul hath won, 
 Spite of darkly threat'ning ill ; 
 
 And my heart calls Thee its Sun, 
 And the fea of care grows ftill 
 
Egra <&ermamca* 177 
 
 In the fhining of Thy fmile; 
 
 For Thy love's all-quickening ray 
 
 Chafes night and pain away, 
 That my heart grows light the while; 
 Heavenly joys in Thee are mine, 
 Far from Thee I mourn and pine. 
 
 Graft me into Thee for ever, 
 
 Tree of Life, that I may grow 
 Stronger heavenward, drooping never 
 
 For the fharpeft florins that blow, 
 Bearing fruits of faith and truth ; 
 
 Then tranfplant me out of time 
 
 Into that eternal clime 
 Where I fhall renew my youth, 
 When earth's wkher'd leaves fhall bloom 
 Frefh in beauty from the tomb. 
 
 Life, to whom as to my Head 
 
 I unite me, through my foul 
 Now Thy quickening life-ftream fhed, 
 
 And Thy love's warm current roll, 
 Frefhening all with flrength and grace ; 
 
 Be Thou mine, I am Thine own, 
 
 Here and ever Thine alone, 
 All my hope in Thee I place ; 
 Heaven and earth are nought to me, 
 Save, O Life of life, with Thee ! 
 
 Dessler. 1692. 
 
i 7 8 Usta <£ermaiwa. 
 
 SONGS OF THE CROSS. 
 
 l 
 
 ©wen i^Tarta of ftimgatp's Song- 
 
 Composed mod probably in 1526, when fhe was com- 
 pelled to flee from Buda on account of her adherence 
 to the Reformed Doftrine, after the Battle of Mohacz; 
 in which her hufband and the flower of the Hungarian 
 nobility fell in defending their country againft the 
 Turks. 
 
 !AN I my fate no more withftand, 
 Nor 'fcape the hand 
 That for my faith would grieve me ; 
 This is my ftrength, that well I know 
 In weal or woe 
 God's love the world muft leave me 
 God is not far, though hidden now, 
 He foon mall rife and make them bow 
 Who of His word bereave me. 
 
 Judge as ye will my caufe this hour, 
 
 Yours is the power, 
 
 God bids me ftrive no longer ; 
 
 I know what mightieft feems to-day 
 
 Shall pafs away, 
 
Egta ©ermantca* 179 
 
 Time than your rule is ftronger. 
 The Eternal Good I rather choofe, 
 And fearlefs all for this I lofe ; 
 
 God help me thus to conquer ! 
 
 All has its day, the proverb faith : 
 This is my faith, 
 Thou, Chrift, wilt be befide me, 
 And look on all this pain of mine 
 As were it Thine, 
 When fharpeft woes betide me ; 
 Mull I then tread this path — I yield ; 
 World, as thou wilt, God is my lhield, 
 And He will rightly guide me ! 
 
 II. 
 
 In ©uttoartj an* Intoartr Btsttess. 
 
 From the Dark Times of the Thirty Years' 
 War. 
 
 J CHRIST, Thou bright and Morning Star, 
 Now fried Thy light abroad ; 
 Shine on us from Thy throne afar 
 In this dark place, dear Lord, 
 With Thy pure glorious word. 
 
 Jefus, Comfort of the poor, 
 I lift my heart to Thee, 
 
 1 know Thy mercies ftill endure 
 And Thou wilt pity me ; 
 I truft alone to Thee. 
 
180 Ugta ©etmantca, 
 
 I cannot reft, I may not fleep, 
 
 No joy or peace I know, 
 My foul is torn with anguifh deep 
 
 And fears a deeper woe ; 
 
 O Chrift, Thy pity mow ! 
 
 For Thou didft fuffer for my foul, 
 
 Her burdens to remove ; 
 Oh make me through Thy forrows whole, 
 
 Refrefh me with Thy love; 
 
 Lord, help me from above. 
 
 Then Jefus, glory, honour, praife, 
 
 I'll ever fmg to Thee ; 
 Increafe my faith that Thou wilt raife 
 
 Me once where I fhall fee 
 
 Eternal joys with Thee ! 
 
 Anon. 
 
 III. 
 
 W^z onlg Refuge in Ctme of ExoutU. 
 
 HEN in the hour of utmoft need 
 We know not where to look for aid, 
 When days and nights of anxious thought 
 Nor help nor counfel yet have brought : 
 
 Then this our comfort is alone, 
 That we may meet before Thy throne, 
 And cry, O faithful God, to Thee 
 For refcue from our mifery : 
 
3Lgta ©ermantca. 181 
 
 To Thee may raife our hearts and eyes, 
 Repenting fore with bitter fighs, 
 And feek Thy pardon for our fin, 
 And refpite from our griefs within : 
 
 For Thou haft promifed gracioufly 
 To hear all thofe who cry to Thee, 
 Through Him whofe Name alone is great, 
 Our Saviour and our Advocate. 
 
 And thus we come, O God, to-day, 
 And all our woes before Thee lay, 
 For tried, forfaken, lo ! we Hand, 
 Perils and foes on every hand. 
 
 Ah hide not for our fins Thy face, 
 Abfolve us through Thy boundlefs grace, 
 Be with us in our anguifh ftill, 
 Free us at laft from every ill. 
 
 That fo with all our hearts we may 
 Once more our glad thankfgivings pay, 
 And walk obedient to Thy word, 
 And now and ever praife the Lord. 
 
 Paul Eber. 1511-1569. 
 
E;pra <&ermantca. 
 
 IV. 
 
 ^Jntret a f&eabg ^ttbate (Etoss or 
 SSereabemeni 
 
 FAITHFUL God ! O pitying Heart, 
 
 Whofe goodnefs hath no end ; 
 I know this crofs with all its fmart 
 Thy hand alone doth fend ! 
 Yes, Lord, I know it is Thy love, 
 Not wrath or hatred bids me prove 
 The load 'neath which I bend. 
 
 'Twas ever wont with Thee, my God, 
 
 To chaften oft a fon ; 
 He whom Thou loveft feels Thy rod, 
 
 Tears flow ere joy is won ; 
 Thou leadeft us through darkeft pain 
 Back to the joyous light again ; 
 
 Thus ever haft Thou done. 
 
 For e'en the Son Thou moft doft love 
 
 Here trod the path of woe ; 
 Ere He might reach His throne above 
 
 He bore the crofs below ; 
 Through anguifh, fcorn, and poverty, 
 Through bittereft death He pafs'd, that we 
 
 The blifs of heaven might know. 
 
 
3Lj>ra i&ermantca* 183 
 
 And if the pure and linlefs One 
 
 Could thus to forrow bow, 
 Shall I who fo much ill have done 
 
 Refill the crofs ? O Thou 
 In whom doth perfect patience Ihine, 
 Whoe'er would fain be counted Thine 
 
 Mult wear Thy likenefs now. 
 
 Yet, Father, each frelh aching heart 
 
 Will queltion in its woe, 
 If Thou canft fend fuch bitter fmart 
 
 And yet no anger know ? 
 How long the hours beneath the crofs ! 
 How hard to learn that love and lofs 
 
 From one fole Fountain flow ! 
 
 But what I cannot, Thou true Good, 
 
 Oh work Thyfelf in me ; 
 Nor ever let my trials' flood 
 
 O'erwhelm my faith in Thee ; 
 Keep me from every murmur, Lord, 
 And make me ileadfaft in Thy word, 
 
 My tower of refuge be ! 
 
 If I am weak, Thy tender care 
 
 Shall bid me fear no ill ; 
 With ceafelefs cries and tears and prayer 
 
 The long fad hours I'll fill ; 
 The heart that yet can hope and trull, 
 And cry to Thee, though from the dull, 
 
 Is all unconquer'd Hill ! 
 
1 84 Epra ©etmamca, 
 
 O Thou who diedft to give us life, 
 
 Full well to Thee is known 
 The crofs, and all the inner ftrife 
 
 Of thofe who weep alone, 
 And 'neath their burden well-nigh faint ; 
 The aching heart's unfpoken plaint 
 
 Finds echo in Thine own. 
 
 Ah Chrift, do Thou within me fpeak, 
 
 For Thou canft comfort bed; 
 The tower and ftronghold of the weak, 
 
 The weary wanderer's reft, 
 Our ftiadow in the noon-day hours, 
 And when the tempeft round us lowers, 
 
 Our ftielter fafe and bleft ! 
 
 O Holy Spirit, fent of God, 
 
 In whom all gladnefs lies, 
 Refrefh my foul, lift off her load, 
 
 From Thee all fadnefs flies ; 
 Thou know'ft the glories yet to come, 
 The joy, the folace, of that home, 
 
 Where we fhall one day rife. 
 
 There in Thy prefence we fhall fee 
 
 Glories beyond our ken ; 
 The crofs known here to none but Thee 
 
 Shall turn to gladnefs then ; 
 There fmiles for all our tears are given, 
 And for our woes the joys of heaven ; 
 
 Lord, I believe ! Amen ! 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1606- 1676. 
 
Hgta <S*ermatuca* 185 
 
 v. 
 W$z (But Crue dFtientr* 
 
 5H God, my days are dark indeed, 
 How oft this aching heart muft bleed, 
 The narrow way, how fill'd with pain 
 
 That I muft pafs ere heaven I gain ! 
 
 How hard to teach this flefh and blood 
 
 To feek alone the Eternal Good ! 
 
 Ah whither now for comfort turn ? 
 For Thee, my Jefus, do I yearn, 
 In Thee have I, howe'er diftreft, 
 Found ever counfel, aid, and reft ; 
 I cannot all forfaken be 
 While ftill my heart can truft in Thee. 
 
 Jefus, my only God and Lord, 
 
 What fweetnefs in Thy name is ftored ! 
 
 So dark and hopelefs is no grief 
 
 But Thy fweet Name can bring relief, 
 
 So keen no forrows' rankling dart 
 
 But Thy fweet Name can heal my heart. 
 
 The world can fhow no truth like Thine, 
 And therefore will I not repine ; 
 I know Thou wilt forfake me not, 
 Thy truth is fix'd, though dark my lot ; 
 

 1 86 ftgta (Sretmanica. 
 
 Thou art my Shepherd, and Thy fheep 
 From every real harm Thou'lt keep. 
 
 Jefus, my boall, my light, my joy, 
 
 The treafure nought can e'er deftroy, 
 
 No words, no fong that I can frame 
 
 Speak half the fweetnefs of Thy name ; 
 
 They only all its power fhalr prove 
 
 Whofe hearts have learnt Thy faith and love. 
 
 How many a time I've fadly faid, 
 Far better were it I were dead, 
 Far better ne'er the light to fee, 
 If I had not this joy in Thee ; 
 For he who hath not Thee in faith, 
 His very life is merely death. 
 
 Jefus, my Bridegroom, and my crown, 
 If Thou but fmile, the world may frown, 
 In Thee lie depths of joy untold, 
 Far richer than her richeft gold ; 
 Whene'er I do but think of Thee, 
 Thy dews drop down and folace me ; 
 
 Whene'er I hope in Thee, my Friend, 
 Thy comfort and Thy peace defcend ; 
 Whene'er in grief I pray and fing 
 I feel new courage in me fpring ; 
 Thy Spirit witneffes that this 
 Is foretaile of the eternal blifs. 
 
 
Hgra <&ermantca* 187 
 
 Then while I live this life of care 
 The crofs for Thee I'll gladly bear ; 
 Grant me a patient willing mood, 
 I know that it mall work my good ; 
 Help me to do my talk aright, 
 That it may Hand before Thy fight. 
 
 Let me this flefh and blood controul, 
 From fin and fhame preferve my foul, 
 And keep me fleadfafl in the faith, 
 Then I am Thine in life and death ; 
 Jefus, Confoler, bend to me, 
 Ah would I were e'en now with Thee ! 
 
 Conrad Hojer. 1584. 
 
 VI. 
 
 WLvtitx tfje pressure of <&are or Roberts. 
 
 Written moft probably either during the great Fa- 
 mine in Nuremburg in 1552, or the time of the Siege 
 in 1561. 
 
 HY art thou thus call down, my heart ? 
 Why troubled, why doll mourn apart, 
 O'er nought but earthly wealth ? 
 Trull in thy God, be not afraid, 
 He is thy Friend who all things made. 
 
 Doll think thy prayers He doth not heed ? 
 
 He knows full well what thou doll need, 
 
 And heaven and earth are His ; 
 
1 88 Epra ©etmantta. 
 
 My Father and my God, who flill 
 Is with my foul in every ill. 
 
 Since Thou my God and Father art, 
 I know Thy faithful loving heart 
 Will ne'er forget Thy child ; 
 See I am poor, I am but dull, 
 On earth is none whom I can truft. 
 
 The rich man in his wealth confides, 
 But in my God my truft abides ; 
 
 Laugh as ye will, I hold 
 This one thing faft that He hath taught, — 
 Who trufts in God mall want for nought. 
 
 Yes, Lord, Thou art as rich to-day 
 As Thou haft been and malt be aye, 
 
 I reft on Thee alone ; 
 Thy riches to my foul be given, 
 And 'tis enough for earth and heaven. 
 
 What here may fhine I all relign, 
 If the eternal crown be mine, 
 
 That through Thy bitter death 
 Thou gainedft, O Lord Chrift, for mc 
 For this, for this, I cry to Thee ! 
 
 All wealth, all glories, here below, 
 The beft that this world can beftow, 
 
 Silver or gold or lands, 
 But for a little time is given, 
 And helps us not to enter heaven. 
 
Ugra <&mnatttca. 189 
 
 I thank Thee, Chrift, Eternal Lord, 
 That Thou haft taught me by Thy word 
 
 To know this truth and Thee ; 
 O grant me alfo fteadfaftnefs 
 Thy heavenly kingdom not to mifs. 
 
 Praife, honour, thanks, to Thee be brought, 
 For all things in and for me wrought 
 
 By Thy great mercy, Chrift. 
 This one thing only ftill I pray, 
 Oh caft me ne'er from Thee away. 
 
 Hans Sachs. 
 
 VII. 
 GEfje Hestrng-^lace amttr Oranges. 
 
 iLL things hang on our poffeffing 
 God's free love and grace and bleffing, 
 Though all earthly wealth depart ; 
 He who God for his hath taken, 
 'Mid the changing world unfhaken 
 Keeps a free heroic heart. 
 
 He who hitherto hath fed me, 
 And to many a joy hath led me, 
 
 Is and fhall be ever mine ; 
 He who did fo gently fchool me, 
 He who ftill doth guide and rule me, 
 
 Will not leave me now to pine. 
 
190 ftgra <&etmantca* 
 
 Shall I weary me with fretting 
 O'er vain trifles, and regretting 
 
 Things that never can remain ? 
 I will ftrive but that to win me 
 That can fhed true reft within me, 
 
 Reft the world muft feek in vain. 
 
 When my heart with longing fickens, 
 Hope again my courage quickens, 
 
 For my wifh fhall be fulfill'd, 
 If it pleafe His love molt tender ; 
 Life and foul I all furrender 
 
 Unto Him on whom I build. 
 
 Well He knows how beft to grant me 
 All the longing hopes that haunt me, 
 
 All things have their proper day ; 
 I would dictate to Him never, 
 As God wills fo be it ever, 
 
 When He wills, I will obey. 
 
 If on earth He bids me linger, 
 He will guide me with His finger 
 
 Through the years that now look dim ; 
 All that earth has fleets and changes 
 As a river onward ranges, 
 
 But I reft in peace on Him. 
 
 Anon, in a Nuremburg Hymn- 
 book of 1676. 
 
Upra <£ermam'ca. 191 
 
 VIII. 
 
 t&est in tfje Hot*. 
 
 Y God, in Thee all fulnefs lies, 
 
 All want in me, from Thee apart ; 
 In Thee my foul hath endlefs joys, 
 In me is but an aching heart ; 
 Poor as the pooreft here I pine, 
 In Thee a heavenly kingdom's mine. 
 
 Thou feeft whatfoe'er I need, 
 
 Thou feeft it, and pitieft me ; 
 Thy fwift compaffions hither fpeed, 
 
 Ere yet my woes are told to Thee ; 
 Thou heareft, Father, ere we cry, 
 Shall I not {till before Thee lie ? 
 
 I leave to Thee whate'er is mine, 
 And in Thy will I calmly reft ; 
 
 I know that richeft gifts are Thine, 
 
 Thou canft and Thou wilt make me bleft, 
 
 For Thou haft promifed, and our Lord 
 
 Will never break His promifed word. 
 
 Thou lov'ft me, Father, with the love 
 
 Wherewith Thou lovedft Chrift Thy Son, 
 And fo a hrightnefs from above 
 
192 fLgta <£ermatwa. 
 
 Still glads me though my tears may run, 
 For in Thy love I find and know 
 What all the world could ne'er beftow. 
 
 Then I can let the world go by, 
 And yet be ftill and reft in Thee, 
 
 I fit, I walk, I ftand, I lie, 
 Thou ever watcheft over me, 
 
 And when the yoke is preffing fore 
 
 I think, my God lives evermore ! 
 
 Anon. 
 
 IX. 
 *&%z <&f)tfettan , Gftmft&ence* 
 
 Probably by Joachim Magdeburg, a Paftor who died 
 in 1560 — long a favourite Hymn at death-beds; faidtobe 
 found in a ftained glafs window in Nordhaufen with 
 the date 1592, printed at lateft 1598. 
 
 HO puts his truft in God moft juft 
 
 Hath built his houfe fecurely ; 
 
 He who relies on Jefus Chrift, 
 
 Shall reach His heaven moft furely : 
 
 Then fix'd on Thee my truft mall be, 
 
 For Thy truth cannot alter ; 
 While mine Thou art, not death's worft fmart 
 Shall make my courage falter. 
 
Egra <5ermantca. 193 
 
 Though fierce ft foes my courfe oppofe, 
 
 A dauntlefs front I'll mow them; 
 My champion Thou, Lord Chrift, art now, 
 
 Who foon fhalt overthrow them ! 
 And if but Thee I have in me 
 
 With Thy good gifts and Spirit, 
 Nor death nor hell, I know full well, 
 
 Shall hurt me, through Thy merit. 
 
 I reft me here without a fear, 
 
 By Thee mall all be given 
 That I can need, O Friend indeed, 
 
 For this life or for heaven. 
 O make me true, my heart renew, 
 
 My foul and flefh deliver ! 
 Lord, hear my prayer, and in Thy care 
 
 Keep me in peace for ever. 
 
 X. 
 
 HAT pleafes God, O pious foul, 
 Accept with joy, though thunders roll 
 And tempefts lower on every fide, 
 Thou knowefl nought can thee betide 
 But pleafes God. 
 
 The bell will is our Father's will, 
 And we may reft there calm and ftill, 
 o 
 
i94 iLgra (Kermantca, 
 
 Oh make it hour by hour thine own, 
 And wifh for nought but that alone 
 
 Which pleafes God. 
 
 His thought is aye the wifeft thought, 
 How oft man's wifdom comes to nought, 
 Miftake or weaknefs in it lurks, 
 It brings forth ill, and feldom works 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 His mind is aye the gentleft mind, 
 His will and deeds are ever kind, 
 He blefles when againft us fpeaks 
 The evil world, that rarely feeks 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 His heart is aye the trueft heart, 
 He bids all grief and harm depart, 
 Defending, fhielding day and night 
 The man who knows and loves aright 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 He governs all things here below, 
 In Him lie all our weal and woe, 
 He bears the world within His hand, 
 And fo to us bear fea and land 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 And o'er His little flock He yearns, 
 And when to evil ways it turns, 
 The Father's rod oft fmiteth fore, 
 Until it learns to do once more 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
ILgta €?etman«au 195 
 
 What molt would profit us He knows, 
 And ne'er denies aught good to thofe 
 Who with their utmoft ftrength purfue 
 The right, and only care to do 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 If this be fo, then World, from me 
 Keep if thou wilt, what pleafes thee ; 
 But thou, my foul, be well content 
 With God and all things He hath fent ; 
 As pleafes God. 
 
 And mull thou fuffer here and there, 
 Cling but the firmer to His care, 
 For all things are beneath His fway, 
 And muft in very truth obey 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 True faith will grafp His mercy faft, 
 And hope bring patience at the laft, 
 Then both within thy heart enfhrine, 
 So fhall the heritage be thine 
 
 That pleafes God. 
 
 To thee for ever fhall be given 
 A kingdom and a crown in heaven, 
 And there fhall be fulfill'd in thee, 
 And thou fhalt talte and hear and fee 
 What pleafes God. 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1653. 
 
196 Hgra (Gfetmamca, 
 
 XI. 
 
 Cfje quiet fjopmg Jgeatt* 
 
 Written for the comfort of a Sick Friend, who fet it 
 to Mufic, and on his recovery frequently caufed it to be 
 fung before his houfe by the School- Choir. 
 
 HATE'ER my God ordains is right, 
 His will is ever juft; 
 Howe'er He order now my caufe 
 I will be ftill and truft. 
 He is my God, 
 Though dark my road, 
 He holds me that I fhall not fall, 
 Wherefore to Him 1 leave it all. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 He never will deceive ; 
 He leads me by the proper path, 
 And fo to Him I cleave, 
 And take content 
 What He hath fent ; 
 His hand can turn my griefs away, 
 And patiently I wait His day. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 He taketh thought for me, 
 The cup that my Phyfician gives 
 
 No poifon'd draught can be, 
 
HLgta (Kermantca. 197 
 
 But medicine due ; 
 
 For God is true, 
 And on that changelefs truth I build, 
 And all my heart with hope is fill'd. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 Though I the cup muft drink 
 That bitter feems to my faint heart, 
 I will not fear nor fhrink ; 
 Tears pafs away 
 With dawn of day, 
 Sweet comfort yet ihall fill my heart, 
 And pain and forrow all depart. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 My Light, my Life is He, 
 Who cannot will me aught but good, 
 I truft Him utterly ; 
 For well I know, 
 In joy or woe, 
 We once {hall fee as funlight clear 
 How faithful was our Guardian here. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 Here will I take my Hand ; 
 Though forrow, need, or death make earth 
 For me a defert land, 
 My Father's care 
 Is round me there, 
 He holds me that I Ihall not fall, 
 And fo to Him I leave it all. 
 
 S. RODIGAST. 1675. 
 
198 Epra <&ermamca. 
 
 XII. 
 
 W&z ©outage of perfect Crust. 
 
 HEREFORE fhould I grieve and pine? 
 Is not Chrift the Lord flill mine ? 
 Who can fever me from Him ? 
 Who can rob me of the heaven 
 Which the Son of God hath given 
 Unto faith though weak and dim ? 
 
 Naked, helplefs, was I born 
 
 When my earlieft breath was drawn, 
 
 Naked rauft I wander forth, 
 As a fhadow flits away 
 At the coming of the day, 
 
 Bearing nought with me from earth. 
 
 Soul and body, life and goods, 
 Are not mine, are only God's, 
 
 Given me by His loving will ; 
 Would He take back aught of His, 
 Let Him take it, not for this 
 
 Shall my fong of praife be ftill. 
 
 Sendeth He fome crofs to bear, 
 Cometh forrow, need, or care, 
 Shall it all my peace deftroy ? 
 
3Lgra <£etmantca. 199 
 
 He who fends can end it too, 
 Well He knows in feafon due, 
 How to turn my griefs to joy. 
 
 Many a day of happinefs 
 
 Hath He fent who loves to blefs, 
 
 Shall I not bear aught for God r 
 He is kind, we know that He 
 Ne'er forfakes us utterly, 
 
 Love lies hidden in His rod. 
 
 What is there my foes can do, 
 Though they be nor weak nor few, 
 
 Save to fcorn and mock my woe ? 
 Let them laugh, and let them mock, 
 God my Saviour and my Rock 
 
 Soon fhall all their fchemes o'erthrow. 
 
 With a glad and fearlefs mien 
 Should a Chriftian man be feen, 
 
 Wherefoe'er be caft his lot ; 
 Yea, though death feem clofe at hand, 
 Calm and quiet let him Hand, 
 
 And his fpirit tremble not. 
 
 Him no death has power to kill, 
 But from many a dreaded ill 
 
 Bears his fpirit fafe away : 
 Shuts the door of bitter woes, 
 Opens yon bright path that glows 
 
 With the light of perfect day. 
 
Hgra (Gctmamca, 
 
 There in deepefl joy my heart 
 Shall be heaPd from all the fmart 
 
 Of the wounds that pierced it here ; 
 Here can no true good be found, 
 Seeming goods that here abound 
 
 In a moment difappear. 
 
 Wealth that this world can command, 
 Is it aught but barren fand, 
 
 Bringing cares and troubles fore ? 
 There, there are the gifts unpriced 
 Where my Shepherd Jefus Chrift 
 
 Shall refrefh me evermore. 
 
 Fount of Joy, my Lord Divine, 
 Thine I am, and Thou art mine, 
 
 Nought can part my foul from Thee ; 
 I am Thine, for Thou didft give 
 Once Thy life that I might live, 
 
 Dearly didft Thou purchafe me. 
 
 Thou art mine, becaufe my heart 
 Ne'er will let Thee more depart, 
 
 Clings to Thee her joy, her light; 
 Bring me, bring me to that place 
 Where, enclafped in Thine embrace, 
 
 Love at laft is bleft with fight. 
 
 Paul Gerhardt. 1653. 
 
ILgra <&ermatuca* 
 
 XIII. 
 
 €f)e Sufficients of <&cfo 
 
 ^EEMS it in my anguilh lone, 
 As though God forfook His own, 
 Yet I hold this knowledge fail, 
 God will furely help at laft. 
 
 Though awhile it be delay'd 
 He denieth not His aid ; 
 Though it come not oft with fpeed, 
 It will furely come at need- 
 As a father not too foon 
 Grants his child the long'd-for boon, 
 So our God gives when He will ; 
 Wait His leifure and be ftill. 
 
 I can reft in thoughts of Him, 
 When all courage elfe grows dim, 
 For I know my foul mall prove 
 His is more than father's love. 
 
 Would the powers of ill affright, 
 I can fmile at all their might ; 
 Or the crofs be preffing fore, 
 God, my God, lives evermore ! 
 
 Man may hate me caufelefsly, 
 Man may plot to ruin me, 
 
Epra (Germamca. 
 
 Foes my heart may pierce and rend ; 
 God in heaven is Hill my Friend. 
 
 Earth may all her gifts deny, 
 Safe my treafure ftill on high, 
 And if heaven at laft be mine, 
 All things elfe I can refign. 
 
 I renounce thee willingly, 
 World, I hate what pleafes thee, 
 Baneful every gift of thine, 
 Only be my God ftill mine. 
 
 Ah Lord, if but Thee I have 
 Nought of other good I crave, 
 Bright is even death's dark road, 
 If but Thou art there, my God. 
 
 C. Titius. 1641-1703. 
 
Egra Q&ttmmitK. 203 
 
 THE FINAL CONFLICT AND 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 I. 
 W$z Wtnttxtamty of 2Lffe. 
 
 KNOW my end muft furely come, 
 
 But know not when or where or how, 
 It may be I fhall hear my doom 
 To-night, to-morrow, nay or now 
 Ere yet the prefent hour is fled, 
 This living body may be dead. 
 
 Lord Jefus, let me daily die, 
 
 And at the laft Thy prefence give, 
 
 Then Death his utmoft power may try, 
 He can but make me truly live, 
 
 Then welcome my laft hour fhall be, 
 
 When, where, and how it pleafes Thee. 
 
 S. Franck. 1 7 1 1 . 
 
204 Hgta ©ermantra. 
 
 II. 
 preparation for Beatf), 
 
 Said to be written on occafion of the fudden death of 
 Duke George of Saxe-Eifenach, while hunting. 
 
 HO knows how near my end may be ? 
 Time fpeeds away, and Death comes on ; 
 How fwiftly, ah ! how fuddenly, 
 May Death be here, and Life be gone ! 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 The world that fmiled when morn was come 
 May change for me ere clofe of eve; 
 
 So long as earth is flill my home 
 In peril of my death I live ; 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 Teach me to ponder oft my end, 
 And ere the hour of death appears, 
 
 To call my foul on Chrift her Friend, 
 Nor fpare repentant cries and tears ; 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 And let me now fo order all, 
 
 That ever ready I may be 
 To fay with joy, whate'er befall, 
 
 Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me; 
 
ILgta i&ermantca* 205 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 Let heaven to me be ever fweet, 
 And this world bitter let me find, 
 
 That I, 'mid all its toil and heat, 
 May keep eternity in mind ; 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 Father, cover all my fins 
 With Jefu's merits, who alone 
 
 The pardon that I covet wins, 
 
 And makes His long-fought reft my own ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 His forrows and His crofs I know 
 
 Make death- beds foft, and light the grave, 
 
 They comfort in the hour of woe, 
 They give me all I fain would have ; 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 From Him can nought my foul divide, 
 Nor life nor death can part us now ; 
 
 1 lay my hand upon His fide, 
 
 And fay, My Lord and God art Thou ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 In holy baptifm long ago, 
 I join'd me to the living Vine, 
 
206 Hgra ©etmantca. 
 
 Thou loveft me in Him, I know, 
 
 In Him Thou doit accept me Thine ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 And I have eaten of His flefh 
 
 And drunk His blood, — nor can I be 
 
 Forfaken now, nor doubt afrefh, 
 I am in Him and He in me ; 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 Then death may come or tarry yet, 
 
 I know in Chrift I perifh not, 
 He never will His own forget, 
 
 He gives me robes without a fpot ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 And thus I live in God at peace, 
 
 And die without a thought of fear, 
 Content to take what God decrees, 
 
 For through His Son my faith is clear, 
 His grace fhall be in death my ilay, 
 And peace fhall blefs my dying day. 
 
 Emilia Juliana, Countefs of Schwarzburg 
 Rudolitadt. 1686. 
 
Esta <&ermanwa. 207 
 
 & flHearg Wgttm's Song- 
 
 ORLD, farewell ! Of thee I'm tired, 
 Now toward heaven my way I take ; 
 There is peace the long-defired, 
 Lofty calm that nought can break ; 
 World, with thee is war and ftrife, 
 Thou with cheating hopes art rife, 
 But in heaven is no alloy, 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 When I reach that home of gladnefs, 
 
 I mail feel no more this load, 
 Feel no licknefs, want, or fadnefs, 
 
 Refting in the arms of God. 
 In the world woes follow faft, 
 And a bitter death comes laft, 
 But in heaven {hall nought deftroy 
 Endlefs peace and love and joy. 
 
 What are earthly joys ? a weary 
 Chafe of mift, or wind-borne foam! 
 
 On this defert black and dreary 
 Sins and vices have their home ; 
 
208 Egra Getmanfca. 
 
 Thine, O World, are war and ftrife, 
 Mocking pleafures, dying life ; 
 But in heaven is no annoy, 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Oh the mufic and the finging 
 
 Of the hoft redeem'd by love ! 
 Oh the hallelujahs ringing 
 
 Through the halls of light above ! 
 Thine, O World, the fcornful fneer, 
 Mifery thy reward, and fear ; 
 But in heaven is no annoy, 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Here is nought but care and mourning, 
 
 Comes a joy, it will not ftay ; 
 Fairly mines the fun at dawning, 
 
 Night will foon o'ercloud the day ; 
 World, with thee we weep and pine, 
 Gnawing care and grief are thine; 
 But in heaven is no alloy, 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Onwards then ! not long I wander, 
 
 Ere my Saviour comes for me, 
 And with Him abiding yonder 
 
 All His glory I fhall fee ; 
 For there's nought but forrow here, 
 Toil and pain and many a fear, 
 But in heaven is no annoy, 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
Upra <&etmantca* 209 
 
 Well for him whom death has landed 
 
 Safely on yon bleffed fhore, 
 Where in joyful worfhip banded, 
 
 Sing the faithful evermore ; 
 For the world hath ltrife and war, 
 All her works and hopes t'hey mar, 
 But in heaven is no annoy, 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Time, thou fpeedeft on but flowly, 
 
 Hours, how tardy is your pace, 
 Ere with Him the High and Holy 
 
 I hold converfe face to face ; 
 World, with partings thou art rife, 
 Fill'd with tears and florins and ftrife ; 
 But in heaven can nought deftroy 
 Endlefs peace and love and joy. 
 
 Therefore will I now prepare me, 
 That my work may Hand His doom, 
 
 And when all is finking round me, 
 
 I may hear not " Go" — but " Come ! " 
 
 World, the voice of grief is here, 
 
 Outward feeming, care, and fear, 
 
 But in heaven is no alloy, 
 
 Only peace and love and joy ! 
 
 J. G. Albinus. 1652. 
 
Upra ©ermanica. 
 
 IV. 
 
 in Ctme of trangerous 23utg. 
 
 JY caufe is God's, and I am (till, 
 Let Him do with me as He will ; 
 Whether for me the fight is won, 
 Or fcarce begun, 
 I afk no more — His will be done ! 
 
 My fins are more than I can bear, 
 Yet not for this will I defpair, 
 I know to death and to the grave 
 
 The Father gave 
 His dearefl Son, that He might fave. 
 
 In Him my Saviour I abide, 
 
 I know for all my fins He died, . 
 
 And rifen again to work my good, 
 
 The burning flood 
 Hath quench'd with His moft precious blood 
 
 To Him I live and die alone, 
 
 Death cannot part Him from His own ; 
 
 Living or dying I am His 
 
 Who only is 
 Our comfort, and our gate of blifs. 
 
Upra <&ermantca. 
 
 This is my folace, day by day, 
 When fnares and death befet my way, 
 I know that at the morn of doom 
 
 From out the tomb 
 With joy to meet Him I Ihall come. 
 
 Then I mall fee God face to face, 
 I doubt it not, through Jem's grace, 
 Amid the joys prepared for me ! 
 
 Thanks be to Thee 
 Who giveft us the victory ! 
 
 O Jefus Chrift, Thou Son of God, 
 Who once for me didft bear the rod, 
 Ah hide me in Thy wounded heart 
 
 When I depart; 
 My help, my hope, Thou only art ! 
 
 Amen, dear God ! now fend us faith, 
 And at the laft a happy death ; 
 And grant us all ere long to be 
 
 In heaven with Thee, 
 To praife Thee there eternally. 
 
 J. Pappus. 1598. 
 
ILpra Crcrmamca. 
 
 v. 
 In tf)e near prospect of Beat!). 
 
 LORD my God, I cry to Thee, 
 In my diftrefs Thou helpeft me ; 
 To Thee myfelf I all commend, 
 Oh fwiftly now Thine angel fend 
 To guide me home, and cheer my heart, 
 Since Thou doll call me to depart ! 
 
 O Jefu Chrift, Thou Lamb of God, 
 Once flain to take away our load, 
 Now let Thy crofs, Thine agony, 
 Avail to fave and folace me ; 
 Thy death to open heaven, and there 
 Bid me the joy of angels fhare. 
 
 O Holy Spirit, at the end, 
 Sweet Comforter, be Thou my Friend ! 
 When death and hell afTail me fore, ' 
 Leave me, oh leave me, nevermore, 
 But bear me fafely through that flrife, 
 As Thou hall promifed, into life ! 
 
 Nicholas Selnecker. 1587. 
 
 
Ugta (Sfetmamca* 213 
 
 VI. 
 In TOeaftness an* agtregg of JHttrtu 
 
 j ORD Jefus Chrift, my Life, my Light, 
 My ftrength by day, my truft by night, 
 On earth I'm but a paffing gueft, 
 And forely with my fins opprefs'd. 
 
 Far off I fee my fatherland, 
 
 Where through Thy grace I hope to Hand, 
 
 But ere I reach that Paradife 
 
 A weary way before me lies. 
 
 My heart finks at the journey's length, 
 My wafted flefh has little ftrength, 
 Only my foul ftill cries in me, 
 Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee ! 
 
 Oh let Thy fufferings give me power 
 To meet the laft and darkeft hour ; 
 Thy prayer refrefh and comfort me, 
 Thy bonds and fetters fet me free ! 
 
 That thirft and bitter draught of Thine 
 Help me to bear with patience mine, 
 Thy piercing cry avail my foul, 
 When floods of anguifh o'er me roll ! 
 
 And when my lips grow white and chill, 
 Thy Spirit cry within me ftill, 
 
2i4 fLgra (Kermamra. 
 
 And help my foul Thy heaven to find, 
 When thefe poor eyes grow dark and blind ! 
 
 And when the fpirit flies away, 
 
 Thy parting words (hall be my flay, 
 
 Thy crofs the ftaff whereon I lean, 
 
 My couch the grave where Thou haft been. 
 
 Since Thou haft died, the Pure, the Juft, 
 I take my homeward way in truft, 
 The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, 
 When here I may no more abide. 
 
 And when the laft great Day is come, 
 And Thou our Judge fhalt fpeak the doom, 
 Let me with joy behold the light, 
 And fet me then upon Thy right. 
 
 Renew this wafted flefli of mine, 
 That like the fun it there may fhine, 
 Among the angels pure and bright, 
 Yea, like Thyfelf in glorious light. 
 
 Ah then I have my heart's defire, 
 When ftnging with the angels' choir, 
 Among the ranfom'd of Thy grace, 
 For ever I behold Thy face ! 
 
 M. Behemb. 1606. 
 
Ugta <tt?ermantca* 
 
 VII. 
 
 Ifogtgnattmt. 
 
 SORD God, now open wide Thy heaven, 
 My parting hour is near ; 
 My courfe is run, enough I've ftriven 
 Enough I've fuffer'd here ; 
 Weary and fad 
 My foul is glad 
 That flie may lay her down to reft ; 
 Now all on earth I can refign, 
 But only let Thy heaven be mine. 
 
 As Thou, Lord, haft commanded me, 
 
 Have I with perfect faith 
 Embraced my Saviour, and to Thee 
 I calmly look in death ; 
 
 With willing heart 
 I hence depart, 
 I hope to ftand before Thy face : 
 Yes, all on earth I can refign, 
 If but Thy heaven at laft be mine. 
 
 Then let me go like Simeon 
 
 In peace with Thee to dwell, 
 For I commend me to Thy Son, 
 
 And He will guard me well, 
 
2i6 Upta (Sermantca. 
 
 And guide me ftraight 
 To the golden gate ; 
 And in this hope I calmly die; 
 Yes, all on earth I can refign, 
 If but Thy heaven may now be mine. 
 
 T. Kiel. 1620. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 £f)e dFaitftful gerbant longing for $rarc. 
 
 j)ORD, now let Thy fervant 
 Pafs in peace away ; 
 I have had enough of life, 
 Here I would not flay: 
 Let me go, if fuch Thy will, 
 With a heart at reft and ftill. 
 
 Here, Lord, have I wreftled, 
 
 SufFer'd many a woe, 
 Fought as fearlefs warriors fight, 
 
 Conquer'd many a foe, 
 Kept the faith with them of old, - 
 Help'd to guard and warn Thy fold. 
 
 Many an hour of forrow, 
 
 Many an anguifh'd tear, 
 Many a thorny path was mine 
 
 With Thy people here ; 
 O'er my fins I've had to mourn, 
 Many a crofs and trial borne. 
 
2Lpra <&ermamca. 217 
 
 All at laft is ended, 
 
 Fight and race are o'er, 
 God will free me from all ills 
 
 Now for evermore ; 
 To a better life I go, 
 Than this tearful earth can mow. 
 
 Peace fhall I find yonder, 
 
 And be free from fin, 
 No more ftrife and wars without, 
 
 No more foes within, 
 All around me fhall be peace, 
 And the joy that cannot ceafe. 
 
 Where they bear the fceptre, 
 
 There a crown for me 
 Is laid up through Jem's grace, 
 
 Bright that crown fhall be : 
 Deepeft calm my foul fhall fill, 
 And this longing fhall be ftill. 
 
 My Redeemer liveth, 
 
 He fhall bid me rife 
 From the gloomy realm of death, 
 
 There all forrow lies, 
 And I need not fear to wake, 
 Since His voice my fleep fhall break. 
 
 He will change this body, 
 
 Make it like His own, 
 When the dead arife from earth, 
 
 When the trump is blown, 
 
2i 8 Hgra <8?ermanica. 
 
 I fhall fee Him face to face, 
 Here my (lead fail hope I place. 
 
 Therefore of His mercy 
 
 Ever will I ling, 
 All my heart and foul to Him 
 
 Praife and thanks fhall bring; 
 Praife Him now, and praife Him then, 
 When the heavens fhall cry, Amen ! 
 
 David Bohme. i 605-1657. 
 
 IX. 
 
 &ty <&f)tifttim Sultrier rejoicing tfjat f)e fjas 
 obetcome* 
 
 j^HEN now at laft the hour is come, 
 That I have long'd for many a time, 
 When God with joy mould call me home 
 From this ftrange land, this wintry clime ; 
 Thy victim, Death, efcapes no more, 
 The hour draws on when I fhall be 
 From all the bonds of earth fet free, 
 And life's long battle fhall be o'er. 
 
 To combat for His glory here 
 
 The Father fent me forth ; — and lo ! 
 
 The hour of victory draws near, 
 And conquer'd now is every foe ; 
 
ftgra (SUrmantca. 219 
 
 And I have borne me in the ftrife 
 As true and fearlefs warriors ought, 
 And bravely to the laft have fought 
 
 Through all the wars and woes of life. 
 
 My cry, when rough the march and dark, 
 Was, watch and ftrive till thou haft won, 
 
 Prefs forward fearlefs to the mark ! 
 As now, thank God, at laft Pve done. 
 
 Now it is o'er, I cannot mifs ; 
 
 Through every danger to the death 
 True to my Lord I've kept the faith, 
 
 And freely rifk'd all elfe for this. 
 
 It lacketh now a few fhort hours, 
 
 And I am in eternity ; 
 The wreath of fadelefs heavenly flowers 
 
 Is twined already there for me, 
 The crown is waiting for me there, 
 
 Until the fight is wholly fought, 
 
 And all my foul is thither caught, 
 Where mining palms the conquerors bear. 
 
 But when that morning fhall appear, 
 When our great Judge, the Son of God, 
 
 Shall give to thofe who loved Him here 
 Their gracious undeferved reward, 
 
 Then in the glorious halls above, 
 I too among that hoft fhall ftand, 
 And take from His all-faithful hand 
 
 The crown of righteoufnefs and love. 
 
ILpra (Gmnamra. 
 
 Nor mall I yonder ftand alone, 
 I fee the crowned hofl appear, 
 
 The mighty hofl: before His throne, 
 Who mine for ever pure and clear, 
 
 The fouls of thofe, who on their way 
 Still hour by hour were longing here, 
 With burning love, and many a tear, 
 
 To fee the glories of His Day. 
 
 Spener. 1676. 
 
 X. 
 
 ^Jerusalem* 
 
 ERUSALEM, thou city fair and high, 
 Would God I were in thee ! 
 My longing heart fain fain to thee would 
 
 It will not flay with me ; 
 Far over vale and mountain, 
 
 Far over field and plain, 
 It haftes to feek its Fountain 
 
 And quit this world of pain. 
 
 Oh happy day, and yet far happier hour, 
 
 When wilt thou come at lalt ? 
 When fearlefs to my Father's love and power, 
 Whofe promife itandeth fall, 
 My foul I gladly render, 
 
 For furely will His hand 
 
 Lead her with guidance tender 
 
 To heaven her fatherland. 
 
Egra <&o:mamca» 
 
 A moment's fpace, and gently, wondroufly, 
 
 Releafe.d from earthly ties, 
 The fiery chariot bears her up to thee 
 Through all thefe lower fkies, 
 To yonder mining regions, 
 
 While down to meet her come 
 The blefTed angel legions, 
 And bid her welcome home. 
 
 Oh hail thou glorious city ! now unfold 
 
 The gates of grace to me ! 
 How many a time I long'd for thee of old, 
 Ere yet I was fet free 
 
 From yon dark life of fadnefs, 
 
 Yon world of Ihadowy nought, 
 And God had given the gladnefs, 
 The heritage I fought. 
 
 Oh what the nation, what the glorious hoft, 
 
 Comes fweeping fwiftly down ? 
 The chofen ones on earth who wrought the moll, 
 The Church's brighteft crown, 
 Our Lord hath fent to meet me, 
 
 As in the far-off years 
 Their words oft came to greet me 
 In yonder land of tears. 
 
 The Patriarchs' and Prophets' noble train, 
 
 With all Chrifl's followers true, 
 Who bore the crofs, and could the worft difdain 
 
 That tyrants dared to do, 
 
iLpta (Bfermarwa. 
 
 I fee them fhine for ever, 
 
 All-glorious as the fun, 
 'Mid light that fadeth never, 
 
 Their perfect freedom won. 
 
 And when within that lovely Paradife 
 
 At laft I Mt\y dwell, 
 From out my blifsful foul what fongs fhall rife, 
 What joy my lips fhall tell, 
 While holy faints are Ringing 
 
 Hofannas o'er and o'er, 
 Pure Hallelujahs ringing 
 Around me evermore. 
 
 Innumerous choirs before the mining throne 
 
 Their joyful anthems raife, 
 Till Heaven's glad halls are echoing with the tone 
 Of that great hymn of praife, 
 And all its hoft rejoices, 
 
 And all its bleiTed throng 
 Unite their myriad voices 
 In one eternal fong ! 
 
 J. M. Meyfart. 1634. 
 
Hgta <&ermantca. 223 
 
 XI. 
 
 Cfje neto Jgeabots an* neb <£attf). 
 
 OW fain my joyous heart would fing 
 That lovely fummer-time, 
 When God reneweth everything 
 In His celeftial prime ; 
 When He mail make new heavens and earth, 
 
 And all the creatures there 
 Shall fpring from out that fecond birth 
 All-glorious, pure, and fair. 
 
 The perfect beauty of that fphere 
 
 No mortal tongue may fpeak, 
 We have no likenefs for it here, 
 
 Our words are far too weak ; 
 And we mull wait till we behold 
 
 The hour of judgment true, 
 That to the foul mail all unfold 
 
 What God is, and can do. 
 
 For God ere long will fummon all 
 
 Who once on earth were born, 
 This flem fhall hear the trumpet's call 
 
 And live again that morn, 
 And when in Chrifl His Son we wake, 
 
 Thefe fkies afunder roll, 
 And all the blifs of heaven fhall break 
 
 Upon the raptured foul. 
 
224 Upra ©ermanica. 
 
 And He will lead the white-robed throng 
 
 To His fair Paradife, 
 Where from the marriage-feaft the fong 
 
 Of endlefs praife mail rife, 
 And from His fathomlefs abyfs 
 
 Of perfect love and truth, 
 Shall flow perpetual joy and blifs, 
 
 In never-ending youth. 
 
 Ah God, now lead me of Thy love 
 
 Through this dark world aright; 
 Lord Chrift defend me left I rove, 
 
 Or lies delude my fight ; 
 And keep me fteadfaft in the faith 
 
 Till thefe dark days have ceafed, 
 And ready ftill in life or death 
 
 For Thy great marriage-feaft. 
 
 And herewith will I end the fong 
 
 Of that fair fummer-time ; 
 The blofToms fhali burft out ere long 
 
 Of heaven's eternal prime, 
 The year begin, for ever new ; 
 
 God grant us then on high 
 To fee our vifion here made true, 
 
 And eat the fruits of joy ! 
 
 J. Walther. 1557. 
 
Hgra t&exmantca. 225 
 
 XII. 
 
 Cf)e dFmal 3fog. 
 
 AKE, awake, for night is flying, 
 The watchmen on the heights are crying ; 
 Awake, Jerufalem, at laft ! 
 Midnight hears the welcome voices, 
 And at the thrilling cry rejoices : 
 
 Come forth, ye virgins, night is pall: ! 
 The Bridegroom comes, awake, 
 Your lamps with gladnefs take ; 
 Hallelujah ! 
 And for His marriage-feaft prepare, 
 For ye mull go to meet Him there. 
 
 Zion hears the watchmen finging, 
 And all her heart with joy is fpringing, 
 She wakes, fhe rifes from her gloom ; 
 For her Lord comes down all-glorious, 
 The ftrong in grace, in truth victorious, 
 Her Star is rifen, her Light is come ! 
 Ah come, Thou blefled One, 
 God's own Beloved Son, 
 Hallelujah ! 
 We follow till the halls we fee 
 Where Thou haft bid us fup with Thee. 
 
 Now let all the heavens adore Thee, 
 And men and angels ling before Thee 
 Q 
 
Hgta i&ermantca. 
 
 With harp and cymbal's clearefl tone ; 
 Of one pearl each mining portal, 
 Where we are with the choir immortal 
 Of angels round Thy dazzling throne ; 
 Nor eye hath feen, nor ear 
 Hath yet attain'd to hear 
 What there is ours, 
 But we rejoice, and fing to Thee 
 Our hymn of joy eternally. 
 
 Philip Nicolai. 1598. 
 
Egca ©ronantca. 227 
 
 HEN the Lord recalls the banilh'd, 
 Frees the captives all at laft, 
 Every forrow will have vanifh'd 
 Like a dream when night is paft ; 
 Then mail all our hearts rejoice, 
 And with glad refounding voice 
 We fhall praife the Lord who fought us, 
 For the freedom He hath wrought us. 
 
 Lift Thy hand to aid us, Father, 
 
 Look on us who widely roam, 
 And Thy fcatter'd children gather 
 
 In their long'd-for promifed home ; 
 Steep and weary is the way, 
 Shorten Thou the fultry day, 
 Faithful warriors haft Thou found us, 
 Let Thy peace for aye furround us. 
 
 In that peace we reap in gladnefs 
 What was fown in tearful mowers : 
 
 There the fruit of all our fadnefs 
 Ripens, — there the palm is ours ; 
 
 There our God upon His throne 
 
 Is our full reward alone ; 
 
 They who all for God furrender 
 
 Bring their {heaves in heavenly fplendour. 
 
 S. G. Burde. 1794. 
 
INDEX. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Page 
 
 gBIDE among us with Thy grace .... 84 
 
 Ah God, my days are dark indeed . . . 185 
 
 Ah deareft Lord ! to feel that Thou . . . 168 
 
 Ah, Jefus, the merit 32 
 
 Alas! my Lord and God 130 
 
 All my heart this night rejoices 13 
 
 All praife and thanks to God mod High 146 
 
 All things hang on our poffeffing 189 
 
 Arife, the kingdom is at hand 4 
 
 A pilgrim here I wander 173 
 
 As a bird in meadows fair 73 
 
 Bleffed Jefus, at Thy word . . 68 
 
 Bleffed Jefus, here we ftand 86 
 
 Can I my fate no more withftand 178 
 
 Chrifl the Lord is rifen again 37 
 
 Chrift will gather in His own 120 
 
 Conquering Prince and Lord of glory 48 
 
 Courage, my forely-tempted heart 143 
 
 Deck thyfelf, my foul, with gladnefs 94 
 
 Ere yet the dawn hath fill'd the ikies 38 
 
 Ever would I fain be reading 24 
 
 Faith is a living power from heaven 160 
 
 Gentle Shepherd, Thou haft ftill'd 1 21 
 
232 Iritstx. 
 
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 Hark, the Church proclaims her honour 59 
 
 Here behold me, as I caft me 170 
 
 Him on yonder crofs I love 33 
 
 Holy Spirit, once again 53 
 
 I am baptized into Thy name , 91 
 
 I know my end muft furely come 203 
 
 I know in Whom I put my truft 1 62 
 
 In God's name let us on our way 107 
 
 In our fails all foft and fweetly .........115 
 
 In Thee is gladnefs 155 
 
 I fay to all men, far and near 4x3 
 
 Is thy heart athirft to know 22 
 
 I who fo oft in deep diftrefs 149 
 
 Jerufalem, thou city fair and high 220 
 
 Jefus, pitying Saviour, hear me 133 
 
 Jefus, whom Thy Church doth own 99 
 
 Light of light enlighten me 66 
 
 Lord, all my heart is fix'd on Thee 164 
 
 Lord, a whole long day of pain 81 
 
 Lord God, now open wide Thy heaven 215 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift, my faithful Shepherd 93 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift, in Thee alone 129 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift, my Life, my Light 213 
 
 Lord Jefus, who, our fouls to fave 36 
 
 Lo, heaven and earth, and fea and air 148 
 
 Lord, now let Thy fervant 216 
 
 My caufe is God's, and I am ftill 210 
 
 My God, in Thee all fulnefs lies 191 
 
 My Jefus, if the feraphim 50 
 
 Now at laft I end the ftrife 165 
 
 Now darknefs over all is fpread 83 
 
 Now fain my joyous heart would fing 223 
 
 Now lay we calmly in the grave 117 
 
 Now weeping at the grave we ftanJ 118 
 
Irfistx. 233 
 
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 Now take my heart and .all that is in me 98 
 
 Now thank we all our God 145 
 
 Now the pearly gates unfold 176 
 
 Now we muft leave our father-land 113 
 
 O Blefied Jefus ! This 18 
 
 O Chrift, our true and only Light 21 
 
 O Chrift, Thou bright and Morning Star 179 
 
 O faithful God ! O pitying Heart 182 
 
 O Father-eye, that hath fo truly watch'd 63 
 
 O Father-heart, who haft created all 87 
 
 O God, Thou faithful God 138 
 
 Oh how could I forget Him 101 
 
 O Jefus, Lord of majefty 136 
 
 O King of glory ! David's Son 20 
 
 O Living Bread from Heaven . . . . . . . .103 
 
 O Lord, be this our veffel now ill 
 
 O Lord my God, I cry to Thee 212 
 
 O Love who formedft me to wear 96 
 
 O mighty Spirit ! Source whence 153 
 
 Once more the day-light mines abroad 69 
 
 O rifen Lord ! O conquering King 41 
 
 O Thou Moft Higheft ! Guardian of mankind ... 72 
 
 Oh, world ! behold upon the tree 29 
 
 Sad with longing, lick with fears 43 
 
 Seeing I am Jefus' lamb 90 
 
 Seems it in my anguifh lone . 201 
 
 Since Chrift is gone to heaven, His home 47 
 
 Sink not yet, my foul, to flumber 78 
 
 Spread, oh fpread, thou mighty Word 60 
 
 Sweeteft joy the foul can know 55 
 
 Thank God it hath refounded 156 
 
 Thank God that towards eternity 9 
 
 The Church of Chrift that He 58 
 
 Thee Fount of blefiing we adore 62 
 
 The golden morn flames up the Eaftern Iky ... . 74 
 
 The night is come, wherein at laft we reft .... 77 
 
234 Into. 
 
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 Then now at laft the hour is come 218 
 
 Thou faireft Child Divine 16 
 
 Though Love may weep with breaking heart .... 121 
 
 Thou'rt mine, yes, frill thou art mine own .... 123 
 
 Thou, folemn Ocean, rolleft to the ftrand 112 
 
 Thou fore-opprefs'd, the Sabbath-reft 34 
 
 Thou Who breakeft every chain 140 
 
 Thy parents' arms now yield thee 89 
 
 To-day our Lord went up on high 46 
 
 True mirror of the Godhead ! Perfedl Light .... 64 
 
 Up! yes, upward to thy gladnefs 171 
 
 Wake, awake, for night is flying 225 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right 196 
 
 What pleafes God, O pious foul 193 
 
 When anguifh'd and perplex'd 70 
 
 Whene'er again thou finkeft 26 
 
 When in the hour of utmoft need 180 
 
 When the Lord recalls the baniuYd 227 
 
 Where'er I go, whate'er my tafk 108 
 
 therefore doft Thou longer tarry 6 
 
 Wherefore fhould I grieve and pine 198 
 
 Who keepeth not God's word, yet faith 161 
 
 Who knows how near my end may be 204 
 
 Who puts his truft in God moftjuft 192 
 
 Who would make the prize his own ....•• 167 
 
 Why art thou thus caft down, my heart 187 
 
 World, farewell ! of thee I'm tired . . : . . - . . 207 
 
 Ye heavens, oh hafte your dews to fhed 3 
 
TABLE OF GERMAN HYMNS. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 Advent. Page 
 
 1. Ihr Himmel tropfelt Thau in Eil 3 
 
 2. Auf, auf, ihr Reichfgenoffen 4 
 
 3. Warum willft du draufzen ftehn 6 
 
 4.. Gottlob ein Schritt z-ur Ewigkeit 9 
 
 Christmas. 
 
 1. Frbhlich foil mein Herze fpringen 13 
 
 2. Du fchonftes Gotteskind 16 
 
 3. Herr Jefu Chrift dein Kripplein ift 18 
 
 Epiphany. 
 
 1. O Konig aller Ehren 20 
 
 2. O Jefu Chrifte wahres Licht 21 
 
 3. Wer im Herzen will erfahren 22 
 
 4. Immer mufs ich wieder lefen 24 
 
 Passion Week. 
 
 1. Wenn je du wieder zagft 26 
 
 2. O Welt, fieh hier dein Leben 29 
 
 3. Ach Jefu, dein Sterben 32 
 
 4. Der am Kreuz ift meine Liebe 33 
 
 5. Nun gingft auch Du 34 
 
 6. Der du, Herr Jefu, Ruh und Raft 36 
 
 Easter. 
 
 1. Chriftus ift erftanden 37 
 
 2. Friihmorgens da die Sonn aufgeht 38 
 
 3. Ich fage Jedem dafs Er lebt 40 
 
236 Cafole of i&etmatt JUgmns. 
 
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 4. O auferftandener Siegesfiirft 41 
 
 5. Trauernd und mit bangem Sehnen 43 
 
 Ascension. 
 
 1. Auf diefen Tag bedenken wir 46 
 
 Auf Chrifti Himmelfahrt . 
 
 47 
 
 3. Siegesfiirft und Ehrenkbnig 4.8 
 
 4. Mein Jefu, den die Seraphinen 50 
 
 Whitsuntide. 
 
 1. Komm o komm, du Geift des Lebens .... 53 
 
 2. O du allersiisfte Freude 55 
 
 3. Die Kirche Chrifti die Er geweiht 58 
 
 4. Diefs ift der Gemeinde Starke 59 
 
 5. Walte walte nah und fern 60 
 
 Tjrinity. 
 
 1. Brunn alles Heils, dich ehren wir 62 
 
 2. O Vaterhand die mich fo treu gefiihret ... 63 
 
 3. Dreieinigkeit, der Gottheit wahrer Spiegel . . 64 
 
 Morning Prayer. 
 
 1. Licht von Licht erleuchte mich 66 
 
 2. Liebfter Jefu, wir find hier 68 
 
 3. Es geht daher des Tages Schein 69 
 
 4. Wenn ich in Angft und Noth 70 
 
 5. O allerhbchfter Menfchenhiiter 72 
 
 6. Wie ein Vogel lieblich finget 73 
 
 7. Im Often flammt empor die goldene Sonne . . 74 
 
 Evening Prayer. 
 
 1. Die Nacht ift kommen darin wir ruhen ... 77 
 
 2. Werde munter mein Gemiithe 78 
 
 3. Herr, ein ganzer Leidenftag 81 
 
 4. Es ruht die Nacht auf Erden 83 
 
 5. Ach bleib mit deiner Gnade 84 
 
 Baptism. 
 
 1. Liebfter Jefu hier find wir , .... 86 
 
 2. O Vaterherz das Erd und Himmel chuf ... 87 
 
Cafiie of (Ktomatt Jggmtts* 237 
 
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 3. Aus deiner Eltern Armen 89 
 
 4. Weil ich Jefu Schaflein bin 90 
 
 5. Ich bin getauft auf deinen Namen 91 
 
 Communion. 
 
 1. Herr Jefu Chrifte mein getreuer Hirte .... 93 
 
 2. Schmucke dich liebe Seele 94 
 
 3. Liebe die du mich fo milde 96 
 
 4. Nun nimm mein Herz und alles was ich bin . . 98 
 
 5. Jefu der du bift alleine . • • • 99 
 
 6. Wie kbnnt ich Sein vergeflen . . . . . . 101 
 
 7. Wie wohl haft du gelabet 103 
 
 For Travellers. 
 
 1. In Gottesnamen reifen wir 107 
 
 2. In alien unferen Thaten 108 
 
 3. O Herr lafs unfer Schifflein heute m 
 
 4. Wie fchaumt fo feierlich 112 
 
 5. Einft fahren wir vom Vaterland 113 
 
 6. In die Segel fanft und linde 115 
 
 Burial. 
 
 1. Nun lafst uns den Leib begraben 117 
 
 2. Am Grabe ftehn wir ftille 118 
 
 3. Aller Glaubigen Sammelplatz 120 
 
 4. Mag auch die Liebe weinen 121 
 
 5. Guter Hirt, du haft geftillet 122 
 
 6. Du bift zwar mein und bleibeft mein . . . . 123 
 
 PART II. 
 Penitence. 
 
 1. Allein zu dir Herr Jefu Chrift 129 
 
 2. Ach Gott und Herr wie grofs und fchwer . . . 130 
 
 3. Jefu mein Erbarmer hbre 133 
 
 4. O Jefu Kbnig hoch zu ehren 136 
 
 5. O Gott du frommer Gott 138 
 
 6. O Durchbrecher aller Bande 140 
 
 7. Brich durch mein angefochtnes 143 
 
258 Cable of (Serman JRpmmf. 
 
 Thanksgiving. 
 
 1. Nun danket alle Gott 145 
 
 2. Sei Lob und Ehr dem hochften Gut .... 146 
 
 3. Himmel Erde Luft und Meer 148 
 
 4. Ich der ich oft in grofier Noth 149 
 
 5. O grofier Geift, o Urfprung 153 
 
 6. In dir ift Freude 155 
 
 7. Gottlob, nun ift erfchollen 1 $■'-> 
 
 The Life of Faith. 
 
 1. Der Glaub ift eine lebendige Kraft ..... i':o 
 
 2. Wer halt nicht Gottes Wort doch fpricht ... 161 
 
 3. Ich weifs an wen ich glaube 162 
 
 4. Herzlich lieb hab ich dich O Herr 164 
 
 5. Nun fo will ich denn mein Leben 165 
 
 6. Wer das Kleinod will erlangen 167 
 
 7. Ach mein Herr Jefu dein Nahefeyn .... 168 
 
 8. Sieh hier bin ich Ehrenkbnig 170 
 
 9. Aufhinauf zu deiner Freude 171 
 
 10. Ich bin ein Gaft auf Erden 173 
 
 11. Oeffhe nun die Perlenthoren 176 
 
 Songs of the Cross. 
 
 1. Mag ich Ungliick nicht widerftehn 17S 
 
 2. O Chrifte Morgenfterne 179 
 
 3. Wenn wir in hbchften Nothen fein 180 
 
 4. Ach treuer Gott, barmherzigs Herz 1S2 
 
 5. Ach Gott wie manches Herzeleid 185 
 
 6. Warum betriibft du dich mein Herz .... 187 
 
 7. Alles ift an Gottes Segen 189 
 
 8. Mein Gott bei dir ift alle Fiille 191 
 
 9. Wer Gott vertraut hat wohl gebaut 192 
 
 10. Was Gott gefallt o frommes Kind 193 
 
 11. Was Gptt thut das ift wohlgcthan 196 
 
 12. Warum follt ich mich denn gramcn 198 
 
 13. Sollt es denn bisweilen fcheinen 201 
 
 The Final Conflict and Heaven. 
 
 1. Ich weifs cs wird mein Endc kommcn .... 203 
 
 2. Wer weifs wie nahe mir mein Endc .... 204 
 
CaWe of German iggmns* 239 
 
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 3. Welt, lebwohl, ich bin dein miide 207 
 
 4. Ich hab mein Sach Gott heimgeftellt .... 210 
 
 5. O Herre Gott ich ruf zu dir 212 
 
 6. Herr Jefu Chrift mein Le bens Licht 213 
 
 7. Herr Gott nun fchleufs dein Himmel auf . . . 215 
 
 8. Herr nun lafs in Friede 216 
 
 9. So ifts an dem dafs ich mit Freude 218 
 
 10. Jerufalem du hochgebaute Stadt 220 
 
 11. Herzlich thut mich erfreuen 223 
 
 12. Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme 225 
 
 13. Wann der Herr einft die Gefangenen .... 227 
 
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