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Lyra Germanica:
HYMNS FOR THE SUNDAYS AND
CHIEF FESTIVALS OF THE
CHRISTIAN YEAR.








Zrra QLBetrmanica.
HYMNS FOR THE SUNDAYS AND
CHIEF FESTIVALS OF THE
CHRISTIAN YEAR.
TRANSLATEb FROM THE GERMAN BY
CATHERINE WINKWORTH.
A NEW EDITION.
BOSTON:
E. P. DUTTON AND COMPANY,
Io6 WASHINGTON STREET.
1862.








TO HIS EXCELLENCY
THE CHEVALIER BUNSEN,
ETC. ETC. ETC.
VHESE HYMNS ARE, BY HIS KIND PERMISSION,
RESPECTFULLY AND GRATEFULLY
DEDICATED BY
THE TRANSLATOR.








PREFACE.
T        EHE following hymns are felected from  the
Chevalier Bunfen's "Verfuch eines allgemeinen Gefang und Gebetbuchs," published
in 1833.  From  the large number there given,
about nine hundred, little more than one hundred
have been chofen. This feleftion contains many of
thofe belt known and loved in Germany, but in a
work of this fize it is impoffible to include all that
have become claffical in that home of Chriftian poetry. In reading them it muff be remembered that
they are hymns, not facred poems, though from their
length and the intricacy of their metres, many of
them may feem to Englilh readers adapted rather to
purpofes of private than of public devotion. But
the finging of hymns forms a much larger and more
important part of public worfhip in the German




vii                prieface.
Reformed Churches than in our own fervices. It is
the mode by which the whole congregation is enabled to bear its part in the worfhip of God, anfwering in this refpe& to the chanting of our own Liturgy.
Ever fince the Reformation, the German church
has been remarkable for the number and excellence
of its hymns and hymn-tunes. Before that time it
was not fo. There was no place for congregational
finging in public worfhip, and therefore the Spiritual
fongs of the latter part of the middle ages affumed for
the moft part an artificial and unpopular form. Yet
there were not wanting germs of a national Church
poetry in the verfes rather than hymns which were
fung in German on pilgrimages and at fome of the
high feftivals, many of which verfes were again derived from more ancient Latin hymns.  Several of
Luther's hymns are amplifications of verfes of this
clafs, fuch as the Pentecoftal hymn here given, " Come,
Holy Spirit, God and Lord," * which is founded on
a German verfion of the "Veni Sante Spiritus,
Reple."  By adopting thefe verfes, and retaining
their well-known melodies, Luther enabled his hymns
* Page 117.




cfaIc.                    ix
to fpread rapidly among the common people. He
alfo compofed metrical verfions offeveral of the Plalms,
the Te Deum, the Ten Commandments, the Lord's
Prayer, the Nunc Dimittis, the Da nobis Pacem, &c.
thus enriching the people, to whom he had already
given the Holy Scriptures in their own language,
with a treafure of that facred poetry which is the
precious inheritance of every Chriftian Church.
The hymn, "In the midft of life,"* is one of
thofe founded on a more ancient hymn, the "Media
in vita" of Notker, a learned Benedictine of St. Gall,
who died in 9 1. He is faid to have compofed it
while watching fome workmen, who were building
the bridge of Martinsbruck at the peril of their lives.
It was foon fet to mufic, and became univerfally
known; indeed it was used as a battle-fong, until the
cuftom was forbidden on account of its being fuppofed to exercife magical influences. In a German
verfion it formed part of the fervice for the burial of
the dead, as early as the thirteenth century, and is
ftill preferved in an unmetrical form in the Burial
Service of our own Church.
* Page 235.
1*




x                    2ufar.
The carol, "From  Heaven above to earth I
come," * is called by Luther himfelf, "a Chriftmas
child's fong concerning the child Jefus." He wrote
it for his little boy Hans, when the latter was five
years old, and it is flill fung from the dome of the
Kreuzkirche in Drefden before day-break on the
morning of Chriftmas Day. It refers to the cuftom
then and long afterwards prevalent in Germany, of
making at Chriftmas-time reprefentations of the manger with the infant Jefus. But the moft famous of
his hymns is his noble verfion of the 46th Pfalm,
"God is my ftronghold firm and fure,"t which may
be called the national hymn of his Proteltant countrymen. Luther's hymns are wanting in harmony and
correftnefs of metre to a degree which often makes
them jarring to our modern ears, but they are always
full of fire and ftrength, of clear Chriftian faith, and
brave joyful trull in God.
From this time there has been a conftant fucceffion
of hymn-writers in the German church. Paul Eber,
an intimate friend of Melanfthon, wrote for his chil*Page xz.               t Page 173.




llface.                  xi
dren the hymn, "Lord Jefus Chrift, true Man and
God,"* which foon became a favourite hymn for the
dying.  Hugo Grotius afked that it might be repeated
to him in his laft moments, and expired ere its conclufion. Another hymn of the fame clafs is, "0
weep not, mourn not, o'er this bier,"t the "Jam
mcefta quiefce querela" of Prudentius II. tranflated by
Nicholas Hermann, the pious old precentor of Joachimfthal, a hymn long fung at every funeral.
The terrible times of the Thirty Years' War were
rich in facred poetry.  Rift, a clergyman in North
Germany, who fuffered much in his youth from mental confliEts, and in after years from plunder, peftilence, and all the horrors of war, ufed to fay, "the
dear crofs hath preffed many fongs out of me," and
this feems to have been equally true of many of his
contemporaries.  It certainly was true of Johann
Heermann, the author of fome of the moft touching
hymns for Paffion Week, who wrote iris fweet fongs
under great phyfical fuffering from ill health, and
amidft the perils of war, during which he more than
once efcaped murder as by a miracle.  So too the
* Page 239.           t Page 249.




xii                 1lrfare.
hymns of Simon Dach,* profeffor of poetry in the
Univerfity of Konigfberg, fpeak of the fufferings of
the Chriftian, and his longing to efcape from the
ftrife of earth to the peace of heaven.
But the Chriftians of thofe days had often not only
to fuffer, but to fight for their faith, and in the hymns
of Altenburg and von Lowenitern we have two that
may be called battle-fongs of the church. The former published his hymn, "Fear not, O little flock,
the foe,",t in I63I, with this title: "A heart-cheering fong of comfort on the watchword of the Evangelical Army in the battle of Leipfic, September 7th,
1631, God with us." It was called Guftavus Adolphus' battle-fong, becaufe the pious hero often fang it
with his army; and he fang it for the laft time immediately before the battle of Lutzen.  The latter,
von Lowenftern, was the fon of a faddler, whom the
Emperor, Ferdinand III. ennobled for his public fervices: he was at once a ftateflian, poet, and mufician.
His hymn, "Chrift, Thou the champion of the
band,"  was a favourite of Niebuhr.
* Pages Iz9 and 25z.       t Page I7.
1 Page Io5.




1trfae.                   xiii
Another favourite hymn of Niebuhr was the hymn
to Eternity,* the greater part of which is of very
ancient but uncertain date.  It received its prefent
form about the middle of the 17th century.
Many of the hymns of Paul Gerhardt belong to
this period, though he lived until 1676, long after
the conclufion of peace.  He is without doubt the
greateR of the German hymn-writers, poffefling loftier
poetical genius, and a richer variety of thought and
feeling than any other.  His beautiful hymn, "Commit thou all thy ways," is already well known to us
through Wefley's tranflation, and many others of his
are not inferior to it. He was a zealous preacher for
feveral years at the Nicolai-Kirche in Berlin; whence
he retired becaufe he had not fufficient freedom in
preaching the truth, and became Archdeacon of Lubben.  With him culminated the elder fchool of German facred poetry, a fchool diftinguifhed by its depth
and fimplicity. Moft of its hymns are either written
for the high feftivals and fervices of the Church, or
are expreflive of a fimple Chriftian faith, ready to
dare or fuffer all things for God's fake.  To  this
* Page 24.




xiv                   reface
fchool we muft refer, from their fpirit, two hymns
written a little later; the firft is, "Jefus my Redeemer
lives,"  one of the moft favourite Eafter hymns,
written by the pious Ele&refs of Brandenburg, who
founded the Orphan Houfe at Oranienburg.  The
other, "Leave God to order all thy ways,"t was
written by George Neumarck, Secretary of the Archives at Weimar. It fpread rapidly among the common people, at firft without the author's name. A
baker's boy in New Brandenburg ufed to fing it over
his work, and foon the whole town and neighbourhood flocked to him to learn this beautiful new fong.
In the latter half of the feventeenth century a new'
fchool was founded by Johann Franck, and Johann
Scheffler, commonly called Angelus.  The former
was burgomafter of Guben in Lufatia; the latter
phyfician to Ferdinand III.; but in 1663 he became
a Roman Catholic, and afterwards a prieft.  The
pervading idea of this fchool is the longing of the foul
for that intimate union with the Redeemer of the
world, which begins with the birth of Chrift in the
heart, and is perfected after death. This longing
* Page 93.            t Page 152.




Preface.                  n
breathes through the hymns of Franck given in this
collection; one of them, "Redeemer of the nations,
come,"* is a tranflation of the "Veni, Redemptor
gentium" of St. Ambrofe.  Angelus dwells rather on
the means of attaining this union by the facrifice of
the Self to God through the great High-prieft of mankind, an idea expreffed in his hymns with peculiar
tendernefs and fweetnefs.  We find much of his ipirit
and fweetnefs lingering in modern times about the
few hymns of the gifted Novalis.
The greateft poet of this fchool is however Ger,
hardt Terfteegen, who lived during the early part of
the eighteenth century as a ribbon manufacturer at
Muhlheim.  His hymns have great beauty, and befpeak a tranquil and childlike foul filled and bleffed
with the contemplation of God.  The well-known
hymn of Wefley's, "Lo God is here! let us adore,"
belongs to him, and in its original fhape is one of the
moft beautiful he ever wrote, but is frequently met
with only in a disfigured and mutilated form. To
this fchool belong a large number of the hymns in
this colleclion, among which thofe of Defzler,t an
* Page i86.            t Pages 59, I47.




xvi                 prefae.
excellent philologift of Nuremberg, and of Anton
Ulrich,* the pious and learned Duke of Brunfwick,
are particularly good. Thofe of Schmolck, the paftor of Schweidnitz, who exercifed great influence
over the hymn-writing of his day, have more fimplicity
than moft of the reft, but are characterifed by a curious mixture of real poetry and deep feeling with
occafional vulgarities of expreffion. The defeds of
this fchool, which ihowed themfelves ftrongly in the
courfe of the eighteenth century, were a tendency
that the feeling fhould degenerate into fentimentality,
and the devout dwelling of the heart on Chrift's great
facrifice into compaffion and gratitude for His phyfical fufferings,-defefts which greatly disfigure many
of the Moravian hymns.  In fome of the hymns here
tranflated the expreffion "Chrifti Wundenhohle" occurs, which has been rendered by the blood or crofs
of Chrift, as being phrafes at once more fcriptural and
more confonant to our feelings. There were not
wanting however, even at this period, many hymns fit
for good foldiers of Jefus Chrift, fuch as "Who feeks
in weaknefs his excufe," t and others of the fame kind.
* Pages 145, 159, 220.     t Page I49.




lrefac.                 xvi
Germany is rich in Morning and Evening Hymns,
and Hymns for the Dying, of which a few are given
in thefe tranflations. Among thefe is the morning
hymn of Baron von Canitz: I was not aware until
after tranflating it that it had been already published
at the clofe of one volume of Dr. Arnold's fermons.
The hymn "How blef to all Thy followers, Lord,
the road,"* was the favourite hymn of Schelling.
In tranflating there hymns the original form has
been retained with the exception, that tingle rhymes
are almoft invariably subftituted for the double rhymes
which the ftru&lure of the language renders fo common in German poetry, but which become cloying to
an Englifh' ear when often repeated; and that Englilh
double common or ihort metre is ufed inflead of what
may be called the German common  metre, the
fame that we call Gay's ftanza, which is fcarcely
folemn  enough for facred purpofes.  In a few
inftances flight alterations have been made in the
metre, when, as is the cafe with fome excellent hymns
in our own language, it is hardly grave and dignified
enough for the poetry.  Thefe alterations are but
* Page 175.




xviii              lprface.
flight, and feemed juftifiable, fince thefe hymns have
been tranflated, not fo much as fpecimens of German
hymn-writing, as in the hope that thefe utterances of
Chriftian piety which have comforted and ftrengthened the hearts of many true Chriftians in their
native country, may fpeak to the hearts of fome
among us, to help and cheer thofe who muft ftrive
and fuffer, and to make us feel afrefh what a deep and
true Communion of Saints exifts among all the children of God in different churches and lands.
Alderley Edge,
July I6th, I855.




CONTENTS.
Page
IRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT. The Dawn   I
SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. The coming of the Day of the Lord..   4
THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. Chrift
the Deliverer.......   7
FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. Chrift the King
of all men....... I
CHRISTMAS EVE. A Carol..12
CHRISTMAS DAY. The Word made flefh..  Is
ST. STEPHEN'S DAY. A Battle-Song in troubled
Times......... 7
ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST.  Chrift the Life of
the Soul......19
INNOCENTS' DAY. The childlike heart... 22
SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS DAY. The Defire of
all Nations.........                 24
CIRCUMCISION. A Hymn for New Year's Day  26
EPIPHANY. The Manifeftation of the Light of
the World.......... 30
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. The Chriftian
Sacrifice...........   32
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. God's Sovereignty our Stronghold of Iope....   33
THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. The Word of
God...........36
FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. A Prayer in
mental confli&....38
FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. A Prayer for
the Prefence of the Spirit of God in the
Church...........   41




XX!ontentB.
SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. Afpiration after
Purity and Holinefs.... 43
SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. The Chriftian Warfare  46
SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY. A Spring Song..48
QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY. Love the Root of all
Excellence.........                  50,,,   Chrift opening  the
Eyes of the Blind........ 53
ASH WEDNESDAY. A Cry for Mercy..   55
FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. The Lonelinefs and
Anguifh of Penitence....         57
SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. Clinging to Chriif in
utter need....      59
THIRD SUNDAY IN LENT. A Warning of Judgment......                             61
FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT. Confeffion of Sin. 63
FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. Tarrying for Light and
Help............  65
PALM SUNDAY. Chrift's Entry into Jerufalem.67
MONDAY IN PASSION WEEK.  Chrift Weeping
over Jerufalem.......    70
TUESDAY IN PASSION WEEK. Chrift's Death our
Purification........                   72
WEDNESDAY IN PASSION WEEK. Chrift's Death
our Redemption...                74
THURSDAY IN PASSION WEEK.  Our Requital of
Chrift's Love.........77
GOOD FRIDAY. The Crucifixion.....  80,,,,  Evening. The Love of God in
Chrift                                  83
EASTER EVEN. Reft in the Grave..          85
EASTER DAY. The Triumph over Death..87,,,     Evening. The Refurretion from
the Death of Sin....                89
MONDAY IN EASTER WEEK. The Benefits of
Chrift's RefurreEtion....... 
TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK. Chriit's Life the
Source and Pledge of ours....   93




Tontrnts.               xi
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. The Kingdom of
Heaven in the midft of us            96
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. The Good Shepherd...........                     98
THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. A Song of Joy
after a time of Sorrow....  oc
FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. The Indwelling
of the Holy Spirit......03
FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. Chrift the Champion of His Church.....  IO5
ASCENSION DAY. The Soul longing to be where
Chrift is......o6
SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION DAY. The Homeward
Journey.......... o
WHIT SUNDAY. The Descent of the Holy Spirit IIo
MONDAY IN WHITSUN-WEEK. The Spirit of God
the Spirit of Love, Joy, and Peace... 113
TUESDAY IN WHITSUN-WEEK. The Spirit of God
the Witnefs to His Son......17
TRINITY SUNDAY. The Fount of Being, the
Word, the uniting Spirit.. I19
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Love of
God.......121
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Love of
His Children.........124
THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Peace in Trouble 126
FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Sharing the
Crofs and the Crown.. 29
FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Good Soldier of Chrift.....   130
SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Self-Surrender
to God..........134
SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. A Summer
Song.........36
EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Spirit of
God the Fountain of Wifdom and Purity. I4o
NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Choice. 142




x'^             (tQon1tent1.
TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Longing of the
Heart after God.......I5
ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. God's Prefence the Source of all Joy..47
TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Sin of
Weakneis...... I49
THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Truft in
God...........           52
FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Crofs
our Glory.........    54
FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Secret
of Content........                 I56
SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. God's fure
Help in Sorrow....   I59
SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The Song
of the Chriftian Pilgrim..        6i. 
EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Vow to
be true to Chrift in an Age of Apoftacy. I65
NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Living
Faith.............67
TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Rejoicing
in God the Creator, Redeemer, and Santifier............ 70
TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Luther's
Pfalm.........                    73
TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The
Unfearchable Wifdom of God... 175
TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Afpiration after the Life Eternal...  80
TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. The
One Thing Needful.....  183
TWENTY-FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Rejoice,
the Lord is at hand...... 86
ST. ANDREW'S DAY. Following Chrift... 188
ST. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. The Soul's Joy in
difcovering Chrift, the link between God
and Man....       191




Q.ontents.             xxiii
PRESENTATION IN THE TEMPLE. The Song of
Simeon........... 93
ST. MATTHIAS. The True Reft..  I95
ANNUNCIATION. The Happinefs of the Soul that
has no Will but God's... I98
ST. BARNABAS. The Merciful Providence of God 20o
ST. MICHAEL'S. The Miniftry of Angels.. 205
ALL SAINTS'. The Company of the Blet.. 207
HYMNS FOR THE MORNING.....   213
HYMNS FOR THE EVENING......   225
FOR THE SICK AND DYING...... 235
FOR THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD...... 249
INDEX............  255
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Z rra   ernmnicra.
FIRST SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
The night is far fpent, the day is at hand; let us
therefore caft off the works of darknefs, and put on
the armour of light.-FRoM THE EPISTLE.
WATCHMAN, will the night of fin
Be never paft?
O watchman, doth the day begin
To dawn upon thy ftraining fight at laft?
Will it difpel
Ere long the mifts of fenfe wherein I dwell?
Now all the earth is bright and glad
With the freth morn;
But all my heart is cold and dark and fad;
Sun of the foul, let me behold Thy dawn!
Come Jefus, Lord!
Oh quickly come, according to Thy word!




2             >iJ     QCtnnanica.
Do we not live in thofe bleft days
So long foretold,
When Thou fhouldft come to bring us light
and grace?
And yet I fit in darknefs as of old,
Pining to fee
Thy glory; but Thou frill art far from me.
Long fince Thou cam'ft to be the light
Of all men here;
And yet in me is nought but blackeft night.
Wilt Thou not then to me, Thine own, appear?
Shine forth and blefs
My foul with vifion of Thy righteoufnefs!
If thus in darknefs ever left,
Can I fulfil
The works of light, while of all light bereft?
How fhall I learn in love and meeknefs itill
To follow Thee,
And all the finful works of darknefs flee?
The light of reafon cannot give
Life to my foul;
Jefus alone can make me truly live,
One glance of His c'an make my fpirit whole.
Arife, and fhine
On this poor longing, waiting heart of mine!
Single and clear, not weak or blind,
The eye muft be,




Cra    ermacnita.                3
To which Thy glory fhall an entrance find;
For if Thy chofen ones would gaze on Thee,
No earthly fcreen
Between their fouls and Thee muft intervene.
Jefus, do Thou mine eyes unfeal,
And let them grow
Quick to difcern whate'er Thou doft reveal,
So fhall I be deliver'd from that woe,
Blindly to ftray
Through hopelefs night, while all around is day.
RICHTER.  1704.




4            itra  ner'mankia.
SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
Behold the fig-tree and all the trees; when they now
fhoot forth, ye fee and know of your own felves that
fummer is now nigh at hand. So likewife ye, when ye
fee that there things come to pafs, know ye that the
kingdom of God is nigh at hand.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
A   WAKE, thou carelefs world, awake!
The final day ihall furely come;
What Heaven hath fixed Time cannot
fhake,
It cannot fweep away thy doom.
Know, what the Lord Himfelf hath fpoken
Shall come at laft and not delay,
Though heaven and earth fhall pafs away,
His fteadfaft word can ne'er be broken.
Awake! He comes to judgment, wake!
Sinners behold His countenance
In beauty terrible, and quake
Condemn'd beneath His piercing glance,
Lo He to whom all power is given,
Who fits at God's right hand on high,
In fire and thunder draweth nigh
To judge all nations under Heaven.




ra   gmn rrlanica.                 S
Awake, thou carelefs world, awake!
Who knows how foon our God {hall please
That fuddenly that day fhould break;
We fathom not fuch depths as thefe.
O guard thee well from luft and greed,
For as the bird is in the fnare,
Or ever of its foe aware,
So comes that day with filent fpeed.
The Lord in love delayeth long
The final day, and grants us fpace
To turn away from fin and wrong,
And mourning feek His help and grace.
He holdeth back that belt of days,
Until the righteous fhall approve
Their faith and hope, their conftant love;
So gentle us-ward are His ways!
But ye, 0 faithful fouls, fhall fee
That morning rife in love and joy;
Your Saviour comes to fet you free,
Your Judge {hall all your bonds deftroy;
He, the true Jofhua, then fhall bring
His people with a mighty hand,
Into their promifed father-land,
Where fongs of viE6ory they fhall fing.
Rejoice! the fig-tree hfows her green,
The Springing year is in its prime,
The little flowers afrelh are feen,
We gather ftrength in this great time.




6                 Vera'rmnanira.
The glorious fummer draweth near,
When all this body's earthly load,
In light that morning iheds abroad,
Shall wax as funshine pure and clear.
Arife, and let us day and night
Pray in the Spirit ceafelefsly, 
That we may heed our Lord aright,
And ever in His prefence be.
Arife, and let us hafte to meet
The Bridegroom tanding at the door,
That with the angels evermore
We too may worship at His feet.
RIST.  i65I.




Cra Ocrmanica.                     7
THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
And it fhall be faid in that day; Lo! this is our
God, we have waited for Him, and He will fave us;
this is the Lord, we have waited for Him, and we will
rejoice in His falvation.-FRoM THE LESSON.
H    OW  Shall I meet Thee? How my heart
Receive her Lord aright?
Defire of all the earth Thou art!
My hope, my fole delight!
Kindle the lamp, Thou Lord, alone,
Half dying in my breaft,
And make thy gracious pleafure known
How I may greet Thee beft.
Her budding boughs and faireft palms
Thy Zion ftrews around;
And fongs of praife and fweeteft pfalms
From my glad heart ihall found.
My defert foul breaks forth in flowers,
Rejoicing in Thy fame;
And puts forth all her fleeping powers
To honour Jefus' name.
In heavy bonds I languifh'd long,
Thou com'ft to fet me free;
The fcorn of every mocking tongueThou com'ft to honour me.




8               tva Cr e rtmanica.
A heavenly crown Thou doff beftow,
And gifts of pricelefs worth,
That vanifh not as here below
The riches of the earth.
Nought, nought, dear Lord! had power to move
Thee from Thy rightful place,
Save that almighty wondrous Love
Wherewith Thou doff embrace
This weary world and all her woe,
Her load of grief and ill
And forrow, more than man can know;
Thy love is deeper ftill.
Oh write this promife in your heart,
Ye fad at heart, with whom
Sorrows fall thick, and joys depart,
And darker grows your gloom.
Defpair not, for your help is near,
He ftandeth at the door
Who beft can comfort yoa and cheer,
He comes, nor flayeth more.
Vex not your fouls with care, nor grieve
And labour longer thus,
As though your arm could ought achieve,
And bring Him down to us!
He comes, He comes with ready will,
By pity moved alone,
All pain to foothe, all tears to ftill,
To Him they all are known.




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Ye fhall not fhrink nor turn afide,
Fearing to fee His face
So deep your fins, for He will hide
The darkeft with His grace.
He comes, He comes, to fave from fin,
All finners to releafe,
For all the fons of God to win
The heritage of peace.
Why afk ye what the wicked faith,
Why heed his craft and fpite?
The Lord deftroys him with a breath,
He itands not in His fight.
Chrift comes, He comes, as King to reign!
Then gather ye His foes,
From earth's far corners; yet in vain
Would ye His rule oppofe.
He comes to judge the earth, and ye
Who mock'd Him, feel His wrath;
But they who loved and fought Him fee
His light o'er all their path.
O Sun of Righteoufnefs! arife,
And guide us on our way,
To yon fair manfion in the lkies
Of joyous, cloudless day.
PAUL GERHARDT.  I653




.o          El fra    ermanic.
FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT
Rejoice in the Lord alway, and again I fay unto you,
Rejoice... The Lord is at hand.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
IFT up your heads, ye mighty gates,
Behold the King of glory waits,
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Saviour of the world is here;
Life and falvation doth He bring,
Wherefore rejoice, and gladly fing
Praife, O my God, to Thee!
Creator, wife is Thy decree!
The Lord is juft, a helper tried,
Mercy is ever at His fide,
His kingly crown is holinefs,
His fceptre, pity in diftrefs,
The end of all our woe He'brings;
Wherefore the earth is glad and fings
Praife, O my God, to Thee!
O Saviour, great Thy deeds fhall be!
Oh, bleft the land, the city bleft,
Where Chrift the ruler is confeft!
O happy hearts and happy homes
To whom this King in triumph comes!




Kra (ermanica.
The cloudlefs Sun of joy He is,
Who bringeth pure delight and blifs;
Praife, O my God, to Thee!
Comforter, for Thy comfort free!
Fling wide the portals of your heart,
Make it a temple fet apart
From earthly ufe for Heaven's employ,
Adorn'd with prayer, and love, and joy;
So fhall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin.
Praife, O my God, be Thine,
For word, and deed, and grace divine.
Redeemer, come! I open wide
My heart to Thee, here, Lord, abide!
Let me Thy inner prefence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal,
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on
Until our glorious goal be won!
Eternal praife and fame,
Be offer'd, Saviour, to Thy Name!
WEISZEL.  1635.




12              1trct  Qenrmnanca.
CHRISTMAS EVE.
A CAROL.
Behold I bring you good tidings of great joy that
llall be to all people.-LUKE ii. Io.
F ROM  heaven above to earth I come
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will fay and fing:
To you, this night, is born a child
Of Mary, chofen mother mild;
This little child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the joy of all your earth.'Tis Chrift our God, who far on high
Hath heard your fad and bitter cry;
Himfelf will your Salvation be,
Himfelf from fin will make you free.
He brings thofe bleflings, long ago
Preparea by God for all below;
Henceforth, His kingdom open ftands
To you, as to the angel bands.
Thefe are the tokens ye fhall mark,
The fwaddling clothes and manger dark




gCra   bermatnca.               3
There ihall ye find the young child laid,
By whom the heavens and earth were made.
Now let us all with gladfome cheer,
Follow the Shepherds, and draw near,
To fee this wondrous gift of God
Who hath His only Son bellowed.
Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes!
Who is it in yon manger lies?
Who is this child fo young and fair?
The bleffed Chritl-child lieth there.
Welcome to earth, Thou noble guell,
Through whom e'en wicked men are bleft!
Thou com'll to fhare our mifery,
What can we render, Lord, to Thee!
Ah, Lord, who hall created all,
How hall Thou made Thee weak and fmal],
That Thou mutl choofe Thy infant bed
Where afs and ox but lately fed!
Were earth a thoufand times as fair
Befet with gold and jewels rare,
She yet were far too poor to be,
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.
For velvets foft and filken lluff
Thou hall but hay, and flraw fo rough,
Whereon Thou king, fo rich and great,
As'twere Thy heaven, art throned in ftate.




I4           ICJra  bermanica.
Thus hath it pleafed Thee to make plain
The truth to us poor fools and vain,
That this world's honour, wealth and might
Are nought and worthless in Thy fight.
Ah deareft Jefus, Holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, foft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can filence keep;
I too muff fing with joyful tongue
That fweeteft ancient cradle-fongGlory to God in higheft Heaven,
Who unto man His Son hath given!
While angels fing with pious mirth
A glad New Year to all the earth.
LUTHER.
Written for his little fon Hans.  154o.




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CHRISTMAS DAY.
And the Word was made flefh, and dwelt among us.
FROM THE GOSPEL.
THOU effential Word,
Who from eternity
Dwelt with the Father and waft God,
Who art ordain'd to be
The Saviour of our race;
Welcome indeed Thou art,
Blefled Redeemer, Fount of Grace,
To this my longing heart!
Come, felf-exiftent Word,
Within my fpirit fpeak,
In that bleft foul where Thou art heard
Peace dwells without a break.
Light of the world, abide
Through faith within my heart,
Leave me to feek no other guide,
Nor e'er from Thee depart.
Why didft thou leave Thy throne,
O Jefus, what could bring
Thee to a world where e'en Thine own
Knew not their rightful King?
Thy love beyond all thought,
Stronger than Death or Hell,
And my deep woe, this wonder wrought
That Thou on earth doft dwell.




r6            VLra ~  rmanicta.
Wherefore I fain would give
My heart and foul, dear Lord,
To ferve Thee only while I live
And fpread Thy fame abroad.
O Jefus, take away
This ftony heart of mine!
Give me another heart, I pray,
That ihall be wholly Thine.
Let nought be left within
But cometh of Thy hand;
Root quickly out the weeds of fin,
My cunning foe withitand.
From Thee comes nothing ill,'Tis he doth fet the tares;
Make plain my path before me fill,
Save me from all his fnares.
Thou art the Life, 0 Lord!
Sole Light of Life Thou art!
Let not Thy glorious rays be pour'd
In vain on my dark heart.
Star of the Eaft, arife!
Drive all my clouds away,
Guide me till earth's dim twilight dies
Into the perfeef day!
LAURENTI.  700.




Lnra.m  (7tcvncrtCaa.'7
ST. STEPHEN'S DAY.
I have feen, I have feen the afflidions of my people.
FROM THE LESSON.
EAR not, Q little flock, the foe
Who madly feeks your overthrow,
Dread not his rage and power.
What though your courage fometimes
faints,
His teeming triumph o'er God's faints
Lafts but a little hour.
Be of good cheer; your caufe belongs
To Him who can avenge your wrongs,
Leave it to Him our Lord.
Though hidden yet from all our eyes,
He fees the Gideon who flall rife
To fave us, and His word.
As true as God's own word is true,
Not earth or hell with all their crew
Againit us Ihall prevail.
A jell and byword are they grown;
God is with us, we are His own,
Our vitory cannot fail.




i8          Ktra  ternmania.
Amen, Lord Jefus, grant our prayer!
Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare;
Fight for us once again!
So fhall The faints and martyrs raife
A mighty chorus to Thy praife,
World without end. Amen.
ALTENBURG.
Guftavus Adolphus' Battle-fong. 1631.




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ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST.
If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to
thee? Follow thou me.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
IF Thou, True Life, wilt in me live,
Confume whate'er is not of Thee;
One look of Thine more joy can give
Than all the world can offer me.
O Jefus, be Thou mine for ever,
Nought from Thy Love my heart can fever,
That Thou haft promifed in Thy Word;
Oh deep the joy whereof I drink,
Whene'er my foul in Thee can fink,
And own her Bridegroom and her Lord.
O Heart, that glow'd with love and died,
Kindle my foul with fire divine;
Lord, in the heart Thou'ft won, abide,
And all in it that is not Thine
Oh let me conquer and deftroy,
Strong in Thy love, Thou Fount of Joy.
Nay, be Thou conqueror, Lord, in me;
So ihall I triumph o'er defpair,
O'er death itfelf Thy vi6tory ihare,
Thus iuffer, live, and die in Thee.




20             ivra O^rmanica.
And let the fire within me move
My heart to ferve Thy members here;
Let me their need and trials prove,
That I may know my love fincere
And like to Thine, Lord, pure and warm;
For when my foul hath won that form
Is likeft to Thy holy mind,
Then I ihall love both friends and foes,
And learn to grieve o'er others' woes,
Like Thee, my Pattern, true and kind.
The light and ftrength of faith, oh grant,
That I may bring forth holy fruit,
A living branch, a blooming plant,
Fait clinging to my vine-my root.
Thou art my Saviour, whom I truft,
My Rock,-I build not on the duft,The ground of faith, eternal, fure.
When hours of doubt o'ercloud my mind,
Thy ready help then let me find,
Thy ftrength my fickening fpirit cure.
Nor let my hope e'er fade away,Thy crofs the anchor of my heart,But let her rife o'er fear, difmay,
Conqueror through Thee; mine All Thou art.
The world may build on what decays,
O Chrift, my Sun of Hope, my gaze
Cares not o'er leffer lights to range;
To Thee, in Love, I ever cleave,
For well I know Thou ne'er wilt leave
My foul, Thy love can never change.




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Wouldft Thou that I fhould tarry here,
I live becaufe Thou willeft it:
Or Death fhould Suddenly appear,
I ihall not fear him, Lord, one whit,
If but Thy Life frill in me live;
Thy holy death my ftrength fhall give
When earthly life draws near its end;
To Thee I give away my will,
In life and death remembering fill
Thou feek'ft my good, O trueft Friend.
SINOLD.  1710.




22              niram  (egrrnalict.
INNOCENTS' DAY.
Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye llall not enter into the kingdom of Heaven.
MATT. xviii. 3.
EAR Soul, couldft thou become a child
While yet on earth, meek, undefiled,
Then God Himfelf were ever near,
And Paradife around thee here.
A child cares nought for gold or treafure,
Nor fame nor glory yield him pleafure;
In perfeft truft, he afketh not
If rich or poor ihall be his lot.
Little he recks of dignity,
Nor prince nor monarch feareth he;
Strange that a child fo weak and finall
Is oft the boldeft of us all!
He hath not ikill to utter lies,
His very foul is in his eyes;
Single his aim in all, and true,
And apt to praife what others do.
No queftions dark his fpirit vex,
No faithlefs doubts his foul perplex,
Simply from day to day he lives,
Content with what the prefent gives,




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Scarce can he ftand alone, far lefs
Would roam abroad in lonelinefs;
Faft clinging to his mother ftill,
She bears and leads him at her will.
He will not ftay to paufe and choofe,
His Father's guidance e'er refufe,
Thinks not of danger, fears no harm,
Wrapt in obedience' holy calm.
For ftrange concerns he careth nought;
What others do, although were wrought
Before his eyes the worft offence,
Stains not his tranquil innocence.
His deareft work, his beft delight,
Is, lying in his mother's fight,
To gaze forever on her face,
And neftle in her fond embrace.
O childhood's innocence! the voice
Of thy deep wifdom is my choice!
Who hath thy lore is truly wife,
And precious in our Father's eyes.
Spirit of childhood! loved of God,
By Jefus' Spirit now beftowed;
How often have I long'd for thee;
O Jefus, form Thyfelf in me!
And help me to become a child
While yet on earth, meek, undefiled,
That I may find God always near,
And Paradife around me here.
GERHARDT TERSTEEGEN.  173 1.




24           KLra (Cermanica.
SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS DAY.
Behold a Virgin fhall be with child, and fhall bring
forth a Son, and they Shall call his name Emmanuel,
which being interpreted is, God with us.
FROM THE GOSPEL.
T    HEE, O Immanuel, we praife,
The Prince of Life, and Fount of Grace,
The Morning Star, the Heavenly
Flower,
The Virgin's Son, the Lord of Power!
With all Thy faints, Thee, Lord, we fing,
Praife, honour, thanks to Thee we bring,
That Thou, O long-expeted gueft,
Haft come at laft to make us bleft!
E'er fince the world began to be,
How many a heart hath longed for Thee;
Long years our fathers hoped of old
Their eyes might yet Thy Light behold.
The prophets cried: "Ah, would He came
To break the fetters of our ihame;
That help from Zion came to men,
Ifrael were glad, and profper'd then!"




Aura (lejnrmanca.               25
Now art Thou here; we know Thee now
In lowly manger lief Thou;
A child, yet makeft all things great,
Poor, yet is earth Thy robe of ftate.
All heavens are Thine, yet Thou doft come
To fojourn in a firanger's home;
Thou hangeft on Thy mother's breaft
Who art the joy of fpirits bleft.
Now fearlefs I can look on Thee,
From fin and grief Thou fett'ft me free;
Thou beareft wrath, Thou conquereft Death
Fear turns to joy Thy glance beneath.
Thou art my Head, my Lord Divine,
I am Thy member, wholly Thine,
And in Thy Spirit's ftrength would ftill
Serve Thee according to Thy will.
Thus will I fing Thy praifes here
With joyful fpirit year by year;
And they ihall found before Thy throne,
Where time nor number more are known.
PAUL GERHARDT.  1650.




26            m;ra   (lermanica.
THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST.
HYMN FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY.
So teach us to number our days that we may apply
our hearts unto wifdom.-PSALM xc. I2.
E TERNITY! Eternity!
How. long art thou, Eternity!
And yet to thee Time haftes away,
Like as the warhorfe to the fray,
Or fwift as couriers homeward go,
Or lhip to port, or lhaft from bow.
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
For even as on a perfect fphere
End nor beginning can appear,
Even fo, Eternity, in thee
Entrance nor Exit can there be.
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
A circle infinite art thou,
Thy centre an Eternal Now,
Never, we name thy outward bound,
For never end therein is found.
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!




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Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
A little bird with fretting beak
Might wear to nought the loftieft peak,
Though but each thousand years it came,
Yet thou wert then, as now, the fame.
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
As long as God is God, fo long
Endure the pains of hell and wrong,
So long the joys of heaven remain;
Oh lafting joy, Oh lafting pain!
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
O Man, full oft thy thoughts fhould dwell
Upon the pains of fin and hell,
And on the glories of the pure,
That both beyond all time endure.
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
How terrible art thou in woe,
How fair where joys for ever glow!
God's goodnefs fheddeth gladnefs here,
His juftice there wakes bitter fear.
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!
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28          fira   iermanita.
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
They who lived poor and naked reft
With God for ever rich and bleft,
And love and praife the higheft good,
In perfe& blifs and gladfome mood.
Ponder, O Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
A moment lafts all joy below,
Whereby man finks to endlefs woe,
A moment lafts all earthly pain,
Whereby an endlefs joy we gain.
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
Who ponders oft on thee is wife,
All flefhly lufts ihall he defpife,
The world finds place with him no more;
The love of vain delights is o'er.
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!
Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
Who marks thee well would fay to God,
Here, judge, burn, fiite me with Thy rod,
Here, let me all Thy juftice bear,
When time of grace is paft, then fpare!
Ponder, 0 Man, Eternity!




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Eternity! Eternity!
How long art thou, Eternity!
Lo, I, Eternity, warn thee,
O Man, that oft thou think on me,
The finner's punithment and pain,
To them who love their God, rich gain!
Ponder, O Man, Eternity!
WULFFER.  I648.




so 0ra  beramanica.
EPIPHANY.
Arife, ihine, for thy light is come, and the glory of
the Lord is rifen upon thee!-FROM THE LESSON.
A    LL ye Gentile lands awake!
Thou, O Salem, rife and Ihine!
See the day-fpring o'er you break,
Heralding a morn divine,
Telling, God hath call'd to mind
Thofe who long in darknefs pined.
Lo! the ihadows flee away,
For our Light is come at length,
Brighter than all earthly day,
Source of being, life, and ftrength!
Whofo on this Light would gaze
Muft forsake all evil ways.
Ah how blindly did we ftray
Ere ihone forth this glorious Sun,
Seeking each his feparate way,
Leaving Heaven unfought, unwon;
All our looks were earthwards bent,
All our ftrength on earth was fpent.
Earthly were our thoughts and low,
In the toils of Folly caught,




.Cra Q~ermanca.                 3i
Tofs'd of Satan to and fro,
Counting goodnefs all for nought;
By the world and flelh deceived,
Heaven's true joys we difbelieved.
Then were hidden from our eyes
All the law and grace of God;
Small and great, the fools and wife,
Wanting light to find the road
Leading to the heavenly life,
Wander'd loft in care and ftrife.
But the glory of the Lord
Hath arifen on us to day!
We have feen the light outpour'd
That muft furely drive away
All things that to night belong,
All the fad earth's woe and wrong.
Thy arifing, Lord, ihall fill
All my thoughts in forrow's hour;
Thy arifing; Lord, fhall flill
All my dread of Death's dark power:
Through my fmiles and through my tears
Still Thy light, 0 Lord, appears.
Let me, Lord, in peace depart
From this evil world to Thee
Where thyfelf fole Brightnefs art,
Thou haft kept a place for me:
In the radiant city there
Crowns of light Thy faints fhall wear.
RIST.  1655.




32`            Ctrm  ^elnanica.
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
I befeech ye therefore, brethren, by the mercies of
God, that ye prefent your bodies a living facrifice,
holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reafonable
fervice.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
G    REAT High-prieft, who deigndft to be
Once the facrifice for me,
Take this living heart of mine,
Lay it on Thy holy {hrine.
Love I know accepteth nought,Save what Thou, O Love, haft wrought;
Offer Thou my facrifice,
Elfe to God it cannot rife.
Slay in me the wayward will,
Earthly fenfe and paffion kill,
Tear felf-love from out my heart,
Though it coft me bitter fmart.
Kindle, mighty Love, the pyre,
Quick confume me in thy fire,
Fain were I of felf bereft,
Nought but Thee within me left.
So may God the Righteous brook
On my facrifice to look;
In whofe fight no gift has worth
Save a Chrift-like life on earth.
ANGELUS.  1657.




Kmra  bermnanica.                33
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
Lift up your eyes unto the heavens, and look upon
the earth beneath; for the heavens bhall vanifh away
like fmoke, and the earth fhall wax old like a garment,
and the people that dwell therein fhall die in like manner; but my falvation fhall be forever, and my righteoufnefs hall not be abolifhed.-FROM THE LESSON.
G    OD liveth ever!
Wherefore, Soul, defpair thou never!
Our God is good, in every place
His love is known, His help is found,
His mighty arm, and tender grace
Bring good from ills that hem us round.
Eafier than we think can He
Turn to joy our agony.
Soul, remember'mid thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns.
God liveth ever!
Wherefore, Soul, defpair thou never!
Say, ihall He flumber, fhall He fleep,
Who gave the eye its power to fee 
Shall He not hear His children weep
Who made the ear fo wondroufly?
God is God; He fees and hears
All their troubles, all their tears.
Soul, forget not'mid thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns.
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34       jIrva Q~ermanica.
God liveth ever!
Wherefore, Soul, defpair thou never!
He who can earth and heaven control,
Who fpreads the clouds o'er fea and land,
Whofe prefence fills the mighty Whole,
In each true heart is clofe at hand.
Love Him, He will furely fend
Help and joy that never end.
Soul, remember in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns.
God liveth ever!
Wherefore, Soul, defpair thou never!
Scarce canft thou bear thy crofs? Then fly
To Him where only reft is fweet;
Thy God is great, His mercy nigh,
His ftrength upholds the tottering feet.
Truft Him, for His grace is fure,
Ever doth His truth endure;
Soul, forget not in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns.
God liveth ever!
O my Soul, defpair thou never!
When fins and follies long forgot
Upon thy tortured conscience prey,
O come to God, and fear Him not,
His love {hall fweep them all away.
Pains of hell at look of His,
Change to calm content and blifs.
Soul, forget not in thy pain,
God o'er all doth ever reign.




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God liveth ever!
Wherefore, Soul, defpair thou never!
Thofe whom the thoughtlefs world forfakes,
Who fRand bewilder'd with their woe,
God gently to His bofom takes,
And bids them all His fulnefs know.
In thy forrows' fwelling flood
Own His hand who feeks thy good.
Soul, forget not in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns.
God liveth ever!
Wherefore, Soul, defpair thou never!
Let earth and heaven outworn with age,
Sink to the chaos whence they came;
Let angry foes againft us rage,
Let hell fhoot forth his fierceft flame;
Fear not Death, nor Satan's thruits,
God defends who in Him trufts;
Soul, remember in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns.
God liveth ever!
Wherefore, Soul, defpair thou never!
What though thou tread with bleeding feet
A thorny path of grief and gloom,
Thy God will choofe the way morf meet
To lead thee heavenwards, lead thee home.
For this life's long night of fadnefs
He will give thee peace and gladnefs.
Soul, forget not in thy pains,
God o'er all for ever reigns.
ZIHN.'682




36   _         iJra  QcrJmanira.
THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
For as the rain cometh down, and the fnow from
heaven; and returneth not thither, but watereth the
earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may
give feed to the fower, and bread to the eater: fo fhall
my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it (hall
not return unto me void, but it fhall accomplifh that
which I pleafe, and it fhall profper in the thing whereto I fent it.-FROM THE LESSON.
THY Word, O Lord, like gentle dews,
Falls foft on hearts that pine;
Lord, to Thy garden ne'er refufe
This heavenly balm of Thine.
Water'd from Thee
Let every tree
Bud forth and bloffom to Thy praife,
And bear much fruit in after days.
Thy Word is like a flaming fword,
A wedge that cleaveth ftone;
Keen as a fire fo burns Thy Word,
And pierceth flefh and bone.
Let it go forth
O'er all the earth,
To purify all hearts within,
And fhatter all the might of fin.




rtm  (ermanircat.             37
Thy Word a wondrous guiding ftar,
On pilgrim hearts doth rife,
Leads to their Lord who dwell afar,
And makes the fimple wife.
Let not its light
E'er fink in night,
But ftill in every fpirit Ihine,
That none may mifs Thy light divine.
ANON.




38           iZara  temrnanira.
FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
And he faith unto them, Why are ye fearful, 0 ye of
little faith? Then he arofe and rebuked the winds
and the fea, and there was a great calm.-FRoM THE
GOSPEL.
M         rY God! lo here before Thy face
I caft me in the duft;
Where is the hope of happier days,
Where is my wonted truft?
Where are the funny hours I had
Ere of Thy light bereft?
Vanifh'd is all that made me glad,
My pain alone is left.
I Ihrink with fear and fore alarm
When threatening ills I fee,
As in mine hour of need Thine arm
No more could fhelter me;
As though Thou couldft not fee the grief
That makes my courage quail,
As though Thou wouldft not fend relief,
When human helpers fail.
Cannot Thy might avert e'en now
What feems my certain doom,
And ftill with light and fuccour bow
To him who weeps in gloom?




FVra  CSrrman'ca.             39
Art Thou not evermore the fame?
Hall not ThyfelT revealed
In Holy Writ, that we may claim
Thee for our flrength and thield?
O Father, compafs me about
With love, for I am weak;
Forgive, forgive my finful doubt,
Thy pitying glance I feek;
For'torn and anguifh'd is my heart,
Thou feeft it, my God,
Oh foothe my confcience' bitter fmart,
Lift off my forrows' load.
I know Thy thoughts are peace toward me,
Safe am I in Thy hands,
Could I but firmly build on Thee,
For fure Thy counfel itands!
Whate'er Thy Word hath promifed, all
Wilt Thou full furely give;
Wherefore from Thee I will not fall,
Thy Word doth make me live.
Though mountains crumble into dull,
Thy covenant ftandeth faft;
Who follows Thee in pious truft,
Shall reach the goal at laft.
Though ftrange and winding feem the way
While yet on earth I dwell,
In heaven my heart fhall gladly fay,
Thou, God, doft all things well!




40            Kmra ir ermania.
Take courage then, my foul, nor fteep
Thy days and nights in tears,
Soon {halt thou ceafe to mourn and weep,
Though dark are now thy fears.
He comes, He comes, the Strong to fave,
He comes nor tarries more,
His light is breaking o'er the wave,
The clouds and forms are o'er.
DREWES.  I797.




n:ram  ~ermanica.               41
FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
Oh that Thou wouldelt rend the heavens, that Thou
wouldeli come down, that the mountains might flow
down at Thy prefence... To make Thy name known
to Thine adverfaries, that the nations may tremble at
Thy prefence.-FRoM THE LESSON.
A    WAKE, Thou Spirit, who of old
Didft fire the watchmen iof the Church's
youth,
Who faced the foe, unfhrinking, bold,
Who witnefs'd day and night the eternal truth,
Whofe voices through the world are ringing ftill,
And bringing hofts to know and do Thy will!
Oh that Thy fire were kindled foon,
That fwift from land to land its flame might leap!
Lord, give us but this pricelefs boon
Of faithful fervants, fit for Thee to reap
The harveft of the foul; look down and view
How great the harveft, yet the labourers few.
Lord, let our earneft prayer be heard,
The prayer Thy Son Himfelf hath bid us pray;
For lo! Thy children's hearts are ftirr'd
In every land in this our darkening day,
To cry for help with fervent foul to Thee,
Oh hear us, Lord, and fpeak, Thus let it be!




42            tCra  iermanica.
Oh hafte to help ere we are loft!
Send forth evangelifts, in fpirit ftrong,
Arm'd with Thy Word, a dauntlefs hoft,
Bold to attack the rule of ancient wrong;
And let them all the earth for Thee reclaim,
To be Thy kingdom, and to know Thy name.
Would there were help within our walls!
Oh let Thy promifed Spirit come again,
Before whom every barrier falls,
And ere the night once more fhine forth as then!
Oh rend the heavens and make Thy prefence felt,
The chains that bind us at Thy touch would melt!
And let Thy Word have fpeedy course,
Through every land the truth be glorified,
Till all the heathen know its force,
And gather to Thy churches far and wide;
And waken Ifrael from her fleep, O Lord!
Thus blefs and fpread the conquefts of Thy Word!
The Church's defert paths reftore,
And ftumbling-blocks that long in them have lain,
Hinder Thy Word henceforth no more;
Deftroy falfe doEtrine, root out notions vain,
Set free from hirelings, let the Church and fchool
Bloom as a garden'neath Thy profpering rule!
BOGATZKY.  1727.




ra  (oermanitra.                43
SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
Every man that hath this hope in him purifieth himfelf even as He is pure.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
P URE Effence! Spotlefs Fount of Light,
That fadeth never into dark!
O Thou, whofe eyes, more clear and bright
Than noonday fun, are quick to mark
Our fins; lo, bare before Thy face
Lies all the defert of my heart,
My once fair foul in every part
Now ftain'd with evil foul and bafe.
Since but the pure in heart are bleft,
With promifed vifion of their God,
Sore fear and anguifh fill my breaft,
Remembering all the ways I trod;
Mourning I fee my loft eftate,
And yet in faith I dare to cry,
O let my evil nature die,
Another heart in me create!
Enough, Lord, that my foe too well
Hath lured me once away from Thee;
Henceforth I know his craft how fell,
And all his deep-laid fnares I flee.




44            i7ra i  irmann rca.
Lord, through the Spirit whom Thy Son
Hath bidden us in prayer to aik,
Arm us with might that every talk,
Whate'er we do, in Thee be done.
Unworthy am I of Thy grace,
So deep are my tranfgreffions, Lord,
And yet once more I feek Thy face;
My God, have mercy, nor reward
My deepen'd fins, my follies vain;
Rejed, rejeEt me not in wrath,
But let Thy funihine now beam forth,
And quicken me with hope again.
The Holy Spirit Thou haft given,
The wondrous pledge of love divine,
Who fills our hearts with joys of heaven,
And bids us earthly toys refign;
O let His feal be on my heart,
O take Him never more away,
Until this flefhly houfe decay,
And Thou ihalt bid me hence depart.
But ah! my.coward fpirit droops,
Sick with the fear that enters in
Whene'er a foul to bondage ftoops,
And wears the fhameful yoke of fin;
Oh quicken with the ftrength that flows
From forth the Eternal Fount of Life,
My foul half-fainting in the ftrife,
And make an end of all my woes.




Cra  (crmanica.                 45
I cling unto Thy grace alone,
Thy fteadfaft oath my only reft;
To Thee, Heart-fearcher, all is known
That lieth hidden in my breaft;
Thy gladnefs, Spirit, on me pour,
Thy ready will my floth inipire,
So Ihall I have my heart's defire,
And ferve and praife Thee evermore.
FREYLINGHAUSEN.  1713.




46           Cgra t ermtiana.
SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY.
I therefore fo run, not as uncertainly; so fight I,
not as one that beateth the air.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
STRIVE, when thou art call'd of God,
When He draws thee by His grace,
Strive to caft away the load
That would clog thee in the race!
Fight, though it may colt thy life,
Storm the kingdom, but prevail,
Let not Satan's fierceft ftrife
Make thee, warrior, faint or quail.
Wreftle, till through every vein
Love and ftrength are glowing warm,
Love, that can the world difdain,
Half-love will not bide the ftorm.
Wreftle, with ftrong prayers and cries,
Think no time too much to fpend,
Though the night be pafs'd in fighs,
Though all day thy voice afcend.
Haft thou won the pearl of price,
Think not thou haft reach'd the goal,
Conquer'd every fin and vice
That had power to harm thy foul.




rVm a  rmanca.                 47
Gaze with mingled joy and fear
On the refuge thou haft found;
Know, while yet we linger here
Perils ever hem us round.
Art thou faithful? then oppose
Sin and wrong with all thy might;
Care not how the tempeft blows,
Only care to win the fight.
Art thou faithful? Wake and watch,
Love with all thy heart Chrift's ways,
Seek not tranfient eafe to fnatch,
Look not for reward or praife.
Art thou faithful? Stand apart
From all worldly hope and pleafure,
Yonder fix your hopes and heart,
On the heaven where lies our treafure.
Soldiers of the Crofs, be ftrong,
Watch and war'mid fear and pain,
Daily conquering woe and wrong,
Till our King o'er earth fhall reign!
WINKLER.  1703.




48             Ora       1 rmanica.
SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY.
Let them praife the name of the Lord, for His name
alone is excellent; His glory is above the earth and
heaven.-PsALM cxlviii. I3.
N   OTHING fair on earth I fee
But I ilraightway think on Thee;
Thou art faireft in my eyes,
Source in whom all beauty lies!
When I fee the reddening dawn
And the golden fun of morn,
Quickly turns this heart of mine
To Thy glorious form divine.
Oft I think upon Thy light
When the grey morn breaks the night;
Think, what glories lie in Thee,
Light of all Eternity!
When I fee the moon arife'Mid Heaven's thoufand golden eyes,
Then I think, more glorious far
Is the Maker of yon ftar.
Or I think in fpring's fweet hours,
When the fields are gay with flowers,
As their varied hues I fee,
What muft their Creator be!




ijra  (armanka.                 49
When along the brook I wander,
Or befide the fountain ponder,
Straight my thoughts take wing and mount
Up to Thee, the pureft Fount.
Sweetly fings the nightingale,
Sweet the flute's foft plaintive tale,
Sweeter than their richeft tone,
Is the name of Mary's Son.
Sweetly all the air is ftirr'd
When the Echo's call is heard;
But no founds my heart rejoice
Like to my Beloved's voice.
Come then, faireft Lord, appear,
Come, let me behold Thee here,
I would fee Thee face to face,
On Thy proper light would gaze.
Take away thefe veils that blind,
Jefus, all my foul and mind;
Henceforth ever let my heart
See Thee truly as Thou art!
ANGELUS.  1657.
4




50    f             Qcra   ernamna.
QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY.
And now abideth -faith, hope, charity, there three;
but the greateft of thefe is charity.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
^M /lANY a gift did Christ impart,
Nobleft of them all is Love;
Love, a balm within the heart
That can all its pains remove;
Love, a ftar moft bright and pure;
Love, a gem of pricelefs worth,
Richer than man knows on earth;
Love, like beauty, ftrong to lure;
Love, like joy, makes man her thrall,
Strong to pleafe and conquer all.
Love can give us all things; here
Ufe and beauty cannot fever;
Love can raife us to that fphere
Whence the foul tends heavenwards ever;
Though one fpake with angel tongues
Braveft words of ftrength and fire,
If no love his heart infpire,
They are but as fleeting fongs;
All his eloquence fhall pafs,
As the noife of founding brafs.




Krim   Oermanitia.
Keen-eyed fcience' fearching glance,
All the wifdom of the world,
Myiteries that the foul entrance,
Faith that mighty hills had hurl'd
From their ancient feats;-all this,
Wherein man takes moft his pride,
Valuelefs is caft afide,
If the fpirit there we mifs,
That can work from love alone,
Not from pride in what is known.
Though I lavifh'd all I have
On the poor in charity;
Though I fhrank not from the grave,
Or unmoved the ftake could fee;
Though my body here were given
To the all-confuming flame;
If my mind were ftill the fame,
Meeter were I not for heaven,
Till by Love my works were crown'd,
Till in Love my Strength were found.
Faith muft conquer, hope muft bloom,
As our onward way we wend,
Elfe we came not through the gloom,
But with earth they alfo end.
Thou, O Love, doft ftretch afar
Through the wide eternity,
And the foul array'd in Thee
Shines for ever as a Itar.
Faith and hope muit pafs away,
Thou, 0 Love, endureft aye.




52          Elra   6(rmania.
Come, Thou Spirit of pure Love,
Who doft forth from God proceed,
Never from my heart remove,
Let me all Thy impulfe heed;
All that feeks felf-profit first,
Rather than another's good,
Whether foe or link'd in blood,
Let me hold fuch thought accurft;
And my heart henceforward be
Ruled, infpired, O Love, by Thee!
ERNST LANGE.  1711.




Crna (erMmamnic.                53
QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY.
And Jesus faid unto him, Receive thy fight; thy
faith hath faved thee. And immediately he received
his fight, and followed him, glorifying God.-FROM
T'HE GOSPEL.
Y Saviour, what Thou didft of old,
When Thou waft dwelling here,
Thou doeft yet for them, who bold
In faith to Thee draw near.
As Thou hadft pity on the blind,
According to Thy Word,
Thou fufferedft me Thy grace to find,
Thy Light haft on me pour'd.
Mourning I fat befide the way,
In fightlefs gloom apart,
And fadnefs heavy on me lay,
And longing gnaw'd my heart;
I heard the mufic of the pfalms
Thy people fang to Thee,
I felt the waving of their palms,
And yet I could not fee.
My pain grew more than I could bear,
Too keen my grief became,
Then I took heart in my defpair
To call upon Thy name;




s4            Cgra 6ermnicta.
"O Son of David, fave and heal,
As Thou fo oft haft done!
O deareft Jefus, let me feel
My load of darknefs gone."
And ever weeping as I fpoke
With bitter prayers and fighs,
My flony heart grew foft and broke,
More earneft yet my cries.
A fudden anfwer ftill'd my fear,
For it was faid to me,
"O poor blind man, be of good cheer,
Rejoice, He calleth thee."
1 felt, Lord, that Thou ftoodeft ftill,
Groping Thy feet I fought,
From off me fell my old felf-will,
A change came o'er my thought.
Thou faidft, "What is it Thou wouldft have?"
"Lord, that I might have fight;
To fee Thy countenance I crave:"
"So be it, have thou Light."
And words of Thine can never fail,
My fears are paft and o'er;
My foul is glad with light, the veil
Is on my heart no more.
Thou bleffeft me, and forth I fare
Free from my old difgrace,
And follow on with joy where'er
Thy footfteps, Lord, I trace.
DE LA MOTHE FOUQUE.




iirna (Cemanica.                 55
ASH WEDNESDAY.
Gather the people.. and let the priefts, the minifters
of the Lord, weep between the porch and the altar, and
let them fay, Spare Thy people, O Lord.-FROM THE
PASSAGE FOR THE EPISTLE.
OT in anger finite us, Lord,
Spare Thy people, fpare!
If Thou mete us due reward
We muff all defpair.
Let the flood
Of Jefus' blood
Quench the flaming of Thy wrath,
That our fin enkindled hath.
Father! Thou haft patience long
With the fick and weak;
Heal us, make us brave and ftrong,
Words of comfort fpeak.
Touch my foul,
And make me whole
With Thy healing precious balm;
Ward ofT all would work me harm.
Weary am I, Lord, and worn
With my ceafelefs pain;
Sad the heart that night and morn
Sighs for help in vain.




i6            fV^ra  0(ermantca,
Wilt Thou yet
My foul forget,
Waiting anxioufly for Thee
In the cave of mifery?
Hence, ye foes! God hears my prayes
From His holy place;
Once again with hope I dare
Come before His face.
Satan flee,
Hell touch not me;
God hath given me power o'er all,
Who once mock'd and fought my fall.
ALBINUs. I652.




rcam Qtermanica.               57
FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT.
Then was Jefus led up of the Spirit into the wildernefs to be tempted of the devil. And he faited forty
days and forty nights.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
A   M I a ftranger here, on earth alone,
When fhall my weary days be pafl and
gone?
When fhall I find fome reipite, fome relief
From this unfleeping pain, this haunting grief?
The joyful fun another morning brings,
I only wake to feel care's piercing flings;
The foft moon comes with filent night andfleep,
And bringeth nought to me but time to weep.
My heart and confcience forely wounded lie,
Struck by the arrows of Thy wrath, Moft High!
From morn till eventide where'er I flee,
I find no hiding-place, great God, from Thee!
O Lord, be not fo ftri6 to mark my crimes!
Great God, doft Thou remember yet thofe times
Of foolifh thoughtleffnefs, when blind and young
My heart to this world's vain delights ftill clung?
Wilt Thou then alway bear my fins in mind?
What offering, what atonement can I find!
4*




^          JC~ra ~ermanca.
Nought have I of mine own but fin and wrong,
Meriy and love, O Lord, to Thee belong!
On therefore leave me not the wretched prey
Of thofe who feek to take my life away!
Yet though with ftreaming eyes to Thee I cry,
No anfwering voice comes from Thy throne on hign
Vain are my tears and prayers, vain all my woe,
While Thou dot fight againft me as a foe;
The zeal of Thy juft anger and Thy might
Have plunged my foul in blackeft depths of night.
1 fit alone; with tears I bathe my cheeks,
With bitter fighs and groans my fpirit feeks
For Him, who veils behind the clouds His face,
And hears not, as of old in happier days.
Oh that I had a dove's fwift wings! I'd fly
Away to fome far mountain, lone and high;
Yet could I not efcape His mighty hand
Before whom all things bare and open ftand.
Nay, rather let me fuffer all His will,
Though His fierce anger beat upon me till,
A willing heart and patient mind, O God!
I bring to Thy revere but righteous rod.
Much have I finn'd, I perifh utterly
If my mifdeeds be all avenged of Thee;
Yet, Lord of Hofts, doth not Thy Word proclaim,
The Merciful is Thy moft glorious name!
RAISNER.  1678.




mIra  5(ermanra.               59
SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT.
And the difciples faid, Send her away, for fhe crieth
after us;... But He faid, Great is thy faith, be it unto
thee even as thou wilt.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
I  WILL not let Thee go; Thou Help in
time of need!
Heap ill on ill
I truft Thee lill,
E'en when it feems as Thou wouldft flay indeed!
Do as Thou wilt with me,
I yet will cling to Thee,
Hide Thou Thy face, yet Help in time of need,
I will not let Thee go!
I will not let Thee go; fhould I forfake my blifs?
No, Lord, Thou'rt mine,
And I am Thine,
Thee will I hold when all things elfe I mifs
Though dark and fad the night,
Joy cometh with Thy light,
O Thou my Sun; fhould I forfake my blifs r
I will not let Thee go!
I will not let Thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord!
Not Death can tear
Me from His care,
Who for my fake His foul in death outpour'd.




6o            Aucra (i^mnania.
Thou diedft for love to me,
I fay in love to Thee,
E'en when my heart ihall break, my God, my Life,
my Lord,
T will not let Thee go!
DESZLER.  1692.




f1ra  Oermania.                6i
THIRD SUNDAY IN LENT.
Awake, thou that fleepeft, and arife from the dead,
and Chrift fhall give thee light.-FRoM THE EPISTLE.
A   WAKE, O man, and from thee fhake
This heavy fleep of fin!
Soon ihall the Higheft vengeance take,
Soon fhall His wrath begin
To finite the wretched finner home;
In awful terrors He fhall come,
To mete to all on earth their due reward,
Only the righteous fpares our angry Lord.
Come then, ye finners, great and fmall,
Weeping and mourning fore,
Low down before His footftool fall,
And vow to fin no more.
In faith and godlinefs array
Your fouls againft that final day,
So fhall ye'fcape His wrath, and bletred die,
Heirs of the kingdom with your Lord on high.
O lay to heart this wondrous thought,
Through what fore agony
And death was your redemption bought,
And to your Saviour flee




62            Jlgra   aermanica.
Ere yet too late; the world difown,
And fix your love on Chrift alone,
And do His will; for at the final doom,
Who here difhonour'd Him fhall wrath confume.
Turn Thou us, and we ihall be turn'd;
Thou broughteft back of old
Thy ftraying people, when they yearn'd
After their proper fold:
Even fo, forgive what we have done,
Accept us in Thy bleffed Son,
Thy Holy Spirit ever be our guide,
That we may fpread Thy praifes far and wide!
CRASSELIUS.  1697.




Ci~jma  (ermnarnca.             63
FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT..
Grant we befeech Thee, Almighty God, that we,
who for our evil deeds do worthily deferve to be punifhed, by the comfort of Thy grace may mercifully be
relieved; through our Lord and Saviour, Jefus Chrift.FROM THE COLLECT.
ERE, 0 my God, I caft me at Thy feet,
Ready to fuffer what Thou thinkeft meet;
Yet look on me, great God, with pitying
eyes,
Reward me not for mine iniquities!
Too oft, alas! my heart hath loved to ftray
Downward along Sin's broad and eafy way;
And worldly pride, and carnal lufts moft foul
Were fhamelefs cherifh'd in my inmoft foul.
Thy Majefty have I offended, Lord,
And fet at nought Thy law, Thy holy Word;
I had not learnt Thy righteous wrath to dread,
Nor faw the vengeance gathering o'er my head.
O wretched man, what evil have I wrought!
Now in the fnares of Sin a captive caught,
I learn, O Sin, how fell and keen thy fmart!
O wrath of God, how terrible thou art!




64.          Crtm  termanict.
Is there no way, can I no helper find,
Who can thefe heavy chains of fin unbind?
Can man nor creature fhow me any place,
Where I may flee and hide me from God's face?
Nay, I muft flee to God Himfelf, from whom
Our life and help, our hope and fafety come;
What all the world muft unaccomplifh'd leave,
Thou, for Thou art Almighty, canft achieve.
Think on the covenant Thou hall never broken,
Think on the fteadfaft oath Thyfelf haft fpoken,
Know that I am a God, Thy promife faith,
Who hath no pleafure in a finner's death.
Then let the arms of love be round me thrown,
Have pity on me, hear my bitter moan,
Call back Thy fheep, that wandering far aftray,
Was loll in fin, nor knew its homeward way.
Grant me to rule my inner life aright,
And af and fpeak as ever in Thy fight,
A friend to all true virtue, but a foe
To all Thou hatell, fins and follies low.
Thou Merciful! what thanks and praife fhall be
For Thy great goodnefs offer'd unto Thee,
Astis moll meet; while here my days I fpend,
And yonder in the world that mhall not end!
ANON.




CFra;  (ermanica.               65
FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT.
Out of the depths have I called unto Thee, O Lord.
Lord, hear my voice. If Thou, Lord, wilt be extreme
to mark what is done amifs, O Lord, who may abid
it?-PsALM cxxx. i, 3.
O    UT of the depths I cry to Thee,
Lord God! oh hear my prayer
Incline a gracious ear to me,
And bid me not defpair:
If Thou remembereft each mifdeed,
If each ihould have its rightful meed,
Lord, who ihall ftand before Thee?
Lord, through Thy love alone we gain
The pardon of our fin;
The fitriteft life is but in vain,
Our works can nothing win,
That none ihould boaft himfelf of aught,
But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought
What in him feemeth righteous.
Wherefore my hope is in the Lord,
My works I count but duft,
I build not there, but on His word,
And in His goodnefs truft.
Up to His care myfelf I yield,
He is my tower, my rock, my fhield,
And for His help I tarry.




66           KI (ract imankia.
And though it tarry till the night,
And round again to morn,
My heart ihall ne'er miftruft Thy might,
Nor count itfelf forlorn.
Do thus, 0 ye of Ifrael's feed,
Ye of the Spirit born indeed,
Wait for your God's appearing.
Though great our fins and fore our wounds,
And deep and dark our fall,
His helping mercy hath no bounds,
His love furpafseth all.
Our trufty loving Shepherd He,
Who fhall at laft fet Ifrael free
From all their fin and forrow.
LUTHER.  1524.




2mra   ermnanica.               67
PALM SUNDAY.
And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, faying, Hofanna to the Son of David;
bleffed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord;
Hofanna in the higheft.-MATT. xxi. 9.
H   OSANNA to the Son of David! Raife
Triumphal arches to His praife,
For Him prepare a throne
Who comes at laft to Zion-to His own!
Strew palms around, make plain and ftraight the
way,
For Him who His triumphal entry holds to-day!
Hofanna! Welcome above all Thou art!
Make ready each to lay his heart
Low down before His feet!
Come, let us haften forth our Lord to meet,
And bid Him enter in at Zion's gates,
Where thoufand-voiced welcome on His coming waits.
Hofanna! Prince of Peace and Lord of Might!
We hail Thee Conqueror in the fight.
All Thou with toil haft won,
Shall be our booty when the battle's done.
Thy right hand ever hath the rule and fway,
Thy kingdom ftandeth faft when all things elfe decay.




68          {Kcta   ermanira.
Hofanna! beft-beloved and noble Gueft!
Who made us by Thy high beheft
Heirs of Thy realm with Thee.
O let us therefore never weary be
To fand and ferve before Thy righteous throne,
We know no king but Thee, rule Thou o'er us alone
Hofanna! Come, the time draws on apace,
We long Thy mercy to embrace;
This fervant's form can ne'er
Conceal the majefty Thy acEs declare:
Too well art Thou here in Thy Zion known,
Who art the Son of God, and yet art David's Son.
Hofanna! Lord, be Thou our help and friend,
Thy aid to us in mercy fend,
That each may bring his foul
An offering unto Thee, unftain'd and whole.
Thou wilt have none for Thy difciples, Lord,
But who obey in truth, not only hear Thy word.
Hofanna! Let us in Thy footfteps tread,
Nor that fad Mount of Olives dread
Where we muft weep and watch,
Until the far-off fong of joy we catch
From Heaven our Bethphage, where we lhall fing
Hofanna in the higheft to our God and King!
Hofanna! Let us found it far and wide!
Enter Thou in and here abide,
Thou Bleffed of the Lord!




CnIr    Oiermtnica.            69
Why ftandeft Thou without, why roam'ft
abroad?
Hofanna! Make Thy home with us for ever!
Thou comeft, Lord! and nought us from Thy love
Ihall fever.
Hallelujah.
SCHMOLCK.  I704.




70           CJm   (rl arnatca.
MONDAY IN PASSION WEEK.
And when He was come near, He beheld the city,
and wept over it.-LUKE Xix. 41.
T    HOU weepeft o'er Jerufalem,
Lord Jefus, bitter tears;
But deepeft comfort lies in them
For us, whofe fins have fill'd our fouls
with fears:
Since that they tell,
When finners turn to Thee Thou lov'ft it well,
And furely wilt efface, of Thy unbounded grace,
All the mifdeeds that on our confcience dwell.
When God's juft wrath and anger burn
Againft me for my fin,
To thefe fad tears of Thine I turn,
And watching them frefh hope and courage win.
For God doth prize
Thefe drops fo greatly, that before His eyes
WVho fprinkles o'er his foul with them is clean and
whole,
And from his forrows' depth new joy fhall rife.
Earth is the home of tears and woe,
Where we muft often weep,
Fighting the world our mighty foe,
Whofe enmity to Thee doth never fleep.




Ckra Qcrmanira.,
My heart is torn
Afreth each day by her fierce rage and fcorn,
But in my faddeft hours, I think upon thofe fhowers
That tell how Thou haft all our forrows borne.
Thou countef up my tears and fighs;
E'en were they numberlefs.
Not one is hidden from Thine eyes,
Thou ne'er forgettef me in my diftrefs,
But when they rain
Before Thee, Thou doft quickly turn again,
Haft pity on my woe, and makeft me to know
What fweeteft joy lies hid in foreft pain.
We fow in tears; but let us keep
Our faith in God, and truft Him ftill,
Yonder our harveft we ihall reap,
Where gladnefs every heart and mouth fhall fill.
Such joy is there
No mortal tongue its glory can declare,
A joy that ihall endure, changelefs and deep and pure
That ahall be ours, if here the crofs we bear.
O Chrift, I thank Thee for Thy tears;
Thofe tears have won for me
That I lhall wear, through endlefs years,
A crown of joy before my God and Thee
All weeping o'er,
Up to Thy chofen faints I once (hall foar,
And there Thy pity praife, in more befitting lay,
Thou Glory of Thy Church, for evermore.
HEERMANN.  1630.




72 Zpry  (Tlrmanirt.
TUESDAY IN PASSION WEEK.
By the which will we are fan6tified, through the offering of the body of Jefus Chrift once for all.-HEB. x. 0o.
ORD! Thy death and paffion give
Strength and comfort at my need,
Every hour while here I live
On Thy love my foul fhall feed.
Doth fome evil thought upftart?
Lo, Thy crofs defends my heart,
Shows the peril, and I lhrink
Back from loitering on the brink.
Doth my carnal nature yearn
After wanton joys? again
Quickly to Thy crofs I turn,
And her voice is heard in vain.
Cometh ftrong temptation's hour,
When my foe puts forth his power?
Shelter'd by this holy fhield,
Soon I drive him from the field.
Would the world my fteps entice
To yon wide and level road,
Fill'd with mirth and pleafant vice 
Lord, I think upon the load




cra (termanica.                73
Thou didft once for me endure,
And I fly all thoughts impure;
Thinking on Thy bitter pains,
Hulh'd in prayer my heart remains.
Yes, Thy crofs hath power to heal
All the wounds of fin and lfrife,
Loft in Thee my heart doth feel
Sudden warmth and nobler life.
In my faddeft, darkeft grief,
Let Thy fweetnefs bring relief,
Thou who cameft but to fave,
Thou who feareft not the grave!
Lord, in Thee I place my truft,
Thou art my defence and tower;
Death Thou treadeft in the duft,
O'er my foul he hath no power.
That I may have part in Thee
Help and fave and comfort me,
Give me of Thy grace and might,
Refurreftion, life and light.
Fount of Good, within me dwell,
For the peace Thy prefence iheds,
Keeps us fafe in conflit fell,
Charms the pain from dying beds.
Hide me fafe within Thine arm,
Where no foe can hurt or harm;
Whofo, Lord, in Thee doth reft,
He hath conquer'd, he is bleft.
HEERMANN.  I 644.




74;ra  r(llermaica.
WEDNESDAY IN PASSION WEEK.
Now once in the end of the world hath He appeared,
to put away fin by the facrifice of Himfelf.-FRoM
THE EPISTLE.
5W l THEN forrow and remorie
Prey at my heart, to Thee
I look, who on the holy crofs
Waft flain for me.
Ah Lord, Thy precious blood was fpilt
For me, O moft unworthy,
To take away my guilt.
Oh wonder paft belief!
Behold the Mafter fpares
His fervants, and fore pain and grief
For them He bears.
God ftoopeth from His throne on high,
For me His guilty creature,
He deigns as man to die.
Though countlefs were the fins,
That weigh'd me to the duft,
Chrit's death for me the favour wins
Of God moft juft.
His precious blood my debts hath paid,
Of hell and all its torments
I am no more afraid.




~m1Jt   ImiItamca.t              75
My heart is fill'd with ruth,
Thinking on all Thou'ft borne,
How mighty love and tender truth
Were crown'd with thorn.
In fongs of thanks I'll fpend my breath
For Thy fad cry, Thy fufferings,
Thy wrongs, Thy guiltlefs death.
Thy Paffion, Lord, infpires
My fpirit day by day,
With ftrength from all low dark defires
To flee away.
This thought I fain would cherith moft,
What pain my foul's redemption
To Thee, O Saviour, coft.
Whate'er the burden be,
The crofs upon me laid,
Or want or fhame, I look to Thee,
Be Thou my aid.
Give patience, give me ftrength to take
Thee for my bright example,
And all the world forfake.
Let me to others do,
As Thou haft dont to me,
Love them with love unfeign'd and true,
Their fervant be
Of willing heart, nor feek my own,
But as Thou, Lord, haft helped us,
From pureft love alone.




76             aira  ecrmanira.
And let Thy forrows cheer
My foul when I depart;
Give ftrength to caft away all fear,
And tell my heart
That fince my truft is in Thy grace,
Thou wilt accept me yonder,
Where I {hall fee Thy face.
GESENIUS.  I64.6.




~91ra'hermanima.              77
THURSDAY IN PASSION WEEK.
Pilate therefore, willing to releafe Jefus, fpake again
to them. But they cried, faying, Crucify him, crucify
him.  And he faid unto them the third time, Why,
what evil hath he done?-FROM THE GOSPEL.
A   LAS, dear Lord, what evil haft Thou done,
That fuch Iharp fentence from Thy Judge
hath won?
What are His crimes, and what the guilt,
oh tell,
Wherein He fell?
They fcourge Him, crown Him with a crown of
thorn,
They finite His face, with bitter mock and fcorn,
They give Him gall to drink, they pierce His fide,
The Crucified!
Whence come there forrows, whence this cruel woe?
It was my fins that ftruck the fatal blow;
Mine were the wrath and anguifh, deareft Lord,
On Thee outpour'd.
What ftrangeft punishment! The Shepherd good
For erring iheep here pours His own heart's blood,
The fervants' debts are on the Malter laid,
Who all hath paid.




78            Kgra    C enltamrca.
From head to foot was there no fpot in me
Unfcarr'd by fin, from taint of evil free;
My fins had weigh'd me down that I Ihould dwell,
For aye in Hell.
Oh wondrous love, love that no meafure knows,
That brought Thee, Chrift, to drink this cup of woes!
Full of the world's vain joys and hopes was I,
While Thou muft die!
O mighty King! mighty beyond all time!
Fain would I found Thy praife. through every clime!
A gift were meet for Thee, my anxious thought
Long time hath fought.
But human wifdom fearches, Lord, in vain
To find aught like Thy pity, or Thy pain.
How Ihall my works, though toiling day and night,
Thy love requite?
Yet have I somewhat that my Lord can pleafe;
I can renounce fweet fins and felfifh cafe,
And quench the unhallow'd fires that back would
lure
To thoughts impure.
But fince my ftrength, alas, will ne'er prevail
My ftrong defires upon the crofs to nail,
Oh let Thy Spirit rule my heart, who leads
To all good deeds.
Then Ihall Thy mercy fill my every thought;
I love Thee fo, the world to me is nought.
My fole endeavour, Lord, is to fulfil
Thy holy will.




4rna  lermanica.               79
My all I riik to magnify Thy name,
No crofs fhall daunt me, no reproach or lhame;
Man's fierceft threats I will not lay to heart,
Nor Death's worft finart.
In truth my facrifice is nothing worth,
Yet Thou in mercy wilt not cait it forth;
Thou'lt put me not to ihame, but for love's fake
My offering take.
Lord Jefus, once on high amongft Thine own,
Shall I Rand crown'd with light before Thy throne;
Where fweeteft hymns are ever ringing round
My voice mhall found.
HEERMANN.  1630.




o80           Ev ra  ermanma.
GOOD FRIDAY.
MORNING.
He was wounded for our tranfgreflions, He was
bruifed for our iniquities: the chaftifement of our peace
was upon Him, and with His gripes we are healed. 
FROM THE LESSON.
H wounded Head!  Muft Thou
Endure fuch fhame and fcorn!
The blood is trickling from Thy brow
Pierced by the crown of thorn.
Thou who waft crown'd on high
With light and majefty,
In deep dilhonour here muft die,
Yet here I welcome Thee!
Thou noble countenance!
All earthly lights are pale
Before the brightnefs of that glance,
At which a world ihall quail.
How is it quench'd and gone!
Thofe gracious eyes how dim!
Whence grew that cheek fo pale and want
Who dared to fcoff at Him?
All lovely hues of life,
That glow'd on lip and cheek,
Have vanifhed in that awful ftrife;
The Mighty One is weak.




inra Qc-t(rmanica.            81
Pale Death has won the day,
He triumphs in this hour
When Strength and Beauty fade away,
And yield them to his power.
Ah Lord, Thy woes belong,
Thy cruel pains, to me,
The burden of my fin and wrong
Hath all been laid on Thee.
Look on me where I kneel,
Wrath were my rightful lot,
One glance of love oh let me feel!
Redeemer, fpurn me not!
My Guardian, own me Thine;
Thy lamb, 0 Shepherd, lead!
What richeft bleflings, Source Divine,
Daily from Thee proceed!
How oft Thy mouth has fed
My foul with angels' food,
How oft Thy Spirit o'er me fhed
His flores of heavenly good!
Ah would that I could {hare
Thy crofs, Thy bitter woes!
All true delight lies hidden there,
Thence all true comfort flows.
Ah well were it for me
Could I here end my ftrife,
And die upon the crofs with Thee,
Who art my Life of life!
F




82 zra    trrmanca.
O Jefus, deareft Friend,
My foul is all o'erfraught
With thanks, when pondering to what end
Thou haft the battle fought.
Oh let me faithful keep,
As Thou art true to me,
So ihall my laft cold deathly fleep
Be but a reft in Thee.
Yes, when I hence muft go,
Go not Thou, Chrift, from me;
When Death has ftruck the mortal blow,
Bear Thou mine agony.
When heart and fpirit fink,
O'erwhelm'd with dark difinay,
Come Thou who ne'er from pain didft lhrink,
And chafe my fears away.
Come to me ere I die,
My comfort and my ihield;
And gazing on Thy crofs can I
Calmly my fpirit yield.
When life is well-nigh paft,
My darkening eyes ihall dwell
On Thee, my heart fhall hold Thee fatl;
Who dieth thus, dies well.
PAUL GERHARDT. 1659.




ACra Qermanica.                83
GOOD FRIDAY.
EVENING.
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that,
while we were yet finners, Chrift died for us.-RoM.
v. 8.
T    HOU Holieft Love, whom moft I love,
Who art my long'd-for only blifs,
Whom tendereft pity erit did move
To fathom woe and death's abyfs;
Thou who didft fuffer for my good,
And die my guilty debts to pay,
Thou Lamb of God, whofe precious blood
Can take a world's mifdeeds away;
Thou who didft bear the agony
That made e'en Thy ftrong fpirit quail,
Yet ever yearneft fill for me
With longing love that ne'er fhall fail;'Twas Thou waft willing, Thou alone,
To bear the righteous wrath of God;
Thy death hath itill'd it, elfe had none
Found Ihelter from its awful load.
O Love, who with unflinching heart
Didft bear all worft difgrace and fhame;
O Love, who mid the keeneft fmart
Of dying pangs wett fill the fame;




84          1Cra 0trmanica.
Who didft Thy changelefs virtue prove
E'en with Thy lateft parting breath,
And fpakeft words of gentleft love
When foul and body fank in death;
O Love, through forrows manifold
Haft Thou betroth'd me as a bride,
By ceafelefs gifts, by love untold,
Haft bound me ever to Thy fide.
Oh let the weary ache, the fmart,
Of life's long tale of pain and lofs,
Be gently ftill'd within my heart
At thought of Thee, and of Thy crofs!
O Love, who gav'ft Thy life for me,
And won an everlafting good
Through Thy fore anguifh on the tree,
I ever think upon Thy blood;
I ever thank Thy facred wounds,
Thou wounded Love, Thou Holieft,
But moft when life is near its bounds,
And in Thy bofom fafe I reft.
O Love, who unto death haft grieved
For this cold heart, unworthy Thine,
Whom the cold grave and death received,
I thank Thee for that grief divine.
I give Thee thanks that Thou didft die
To win eternal life for me,
To bring falvation from on high;
Oh draw me up through love to Thee!
ANGELUS.  I677.




C1rm   ~rmanica.                85
EASTER EVEN.
And Jofeph wrapped the body in a clean linen cloth,
and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn
out in the rock.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
R EST of the weary!  Thou
Thyfelf art refling now,
Where lowly in Thy fepulchre Thou
lieft:
From out her deathly fleep
My foul doth fiart, to weep
So fad a wonder, that Thou Saviour dieft!
Thy bitter anguilh o'er,
To this dark tomb they bore
Thee, Life of life-Thee, Lord of all creation!
The hollow rocky cave
Muft ferve Thee for a grave,
Who waft Thyfelf the Rock of our Salvation!
O Prince of Life! I know
That when I too lie low,
Thou wilt at laft my foul from death awaken;
Wherefore I will not fhrink
From the grave's awful brink;
The heart that trufts in Thee fhall ne'er be Ihaken.




86           ^Ja ^Crmanica
To me the darkfome tomb
Is but a narrow room,
Where I may reft in peace from forrow free.
Thy death ihall give me power
To cry in that dark hour,
O Death, 0 Grave, where is your viftory?
The grave can nought deftroy,
Only the flefh can die,
And e'en the body triumphs o'er decay:
Cloth'd by Thy wondrous might
In robes of dazzling light,
This flefh fhall burft the grave at that laft Day.
My Jefus, day by day,
Help me to watch and pray,
Befide the tomb where in my heart Thou'rt laid.
Thy bitter death ihall be
My conflant memory,
My guide at laft into Death's awful fhade.
S. FRANCK.  1711.




jmra  (ermanica.                 87
EASTER DAY.
MORNING.
Chrift being raifed from the dead dieth no more:
death hath no more dominion over him.-FROM THE
ANTHEM.
IN the bonds of Death He lay,
Who for our offence was flain,
But the Lord is rifen to-day,
Chrift hath brought us life again
Wherefore let us all rejoice,
Singing loud with cheerful voice
Hallelujah!
Of the fons of men was none
Who could break the bonds of Death,
Sin this mifchief dire had done,
Innocent was none on earth,
Wherefore Death grew ftrong and bold,
Would all men in his prifon hold,
Hallelujah!
Jefus Chrift, God's only Son,
Came at laft our foe to finite,
All our fins away hath done,
Done away Death's power and right,
Only the form of Death is left,
Of his fting he is bereft;
Hallelujah.




88            Cgrm  erinanalicta.
That was a wondrous war I trow,
When Life and Death together fought,
But Life hath triumph'd o'er his foe,
Death is mock'd and fet at nought;'Tis even as the Scripture faith,
Chrift through death has conquer'd Death.
Hallelujah.
The rightful Pafchal Lamb is He,
On whom alone we all muft live,
Who to death upon the tree,
Himfelf in wondrous love did give.
Faith fitrikes his blood upon the door,
Death fees, and dares not harm us more.
Hallelujah.
Let us keep high feftival,
On this moft blefied day of days,
When God His mercy fhow'd to all!
Our Sun is rifen with brighteft rays,
And our dark hearts rejoice to fee
Sin and night before him flee.
Hallelujah.
To the fupper of the Lord,
Gladly will we come to-day,
The word of peace is now reftored,
The old leaven is put away.
Chrift will be our food alone,
Faith no life but His doth own.
Hallelujah.
LUTHER.  1524.




Grca Oermanica.                 89
EASTER DAY.
EVENING.
If ye then be rifen with Chrift, feek thofe things
which are above, where Chrift fitteth on the right hand
of God.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
GLORIOUS Head, Thou liveft now!
Let us Thy members lhare Thy life;
Canft Thou behold their need, nor bow
To raife Thy children from the Itrife
With felf and fin, with death and dark diftrefs,
That they may live to Thee in holinefs?
Earth knows Thee not, but evermore
Thou liveft in Paradife, in peace;
Thither my foul would alfo foar,
Let me from all the creatures ceafe:
Dead to the world, but to Thy Spirit known,
I live to Thee, O Prince of life, alone.
Break through my bonds whatever it cofl,
What is not Thine within me flay,
Give me the lot I covet moft,
To rife as Thou hafi rifen to-day.
Nought can I do, a flave to death I pine,
Work Thou in me, O Power and Life Divine!




90            tya Ot ermaltra.
Work Thou in me, and heavenward guide
My thoughts and wilhes, that my heart
Waver no more nor turn afide,
But fix for ever where Thou art.
Thou art not far from us; who love Thee well,
While yet on earth in heaven with Thee may dwell.
TERSTEEGEN.  173 I.




tum Cra   mantca.                91
MONDAY IN EASTER WEEK.
And they told what things were done in the way,
and how He was known to them in breaking of bread.
And as they thus fpake, Jefus himfelf Rood in the
midft of them, and faith unto them, Peace be unto you.
- FROM THE GOSPEL.
W         ELCOME Thou vitor in the itrife,
V   Welcome from out the cave!
To-day we triumph in Thy life
Around Thine empty grave.
Our enemy is put to ihame,
His fhort-lived triumph o'er;
Our God is with us, we exclaim,
We fear our foe no more.
The dwellings of the juft refound
With fongs of victory;
For in their midft Thou, Lord, art found,
And bringeft peace with Thee.
O {hare with us the fpoils, we pray,
Thou diedft to achieve;
We meet within Thy houfe to-day
Our portion to receive:




92   iZ       ra  Jremanica.
And let Thy conquering banner wave
O'er hearts Thou makeft free,
And point the path that from the grave
Leads heavenwards up to Thee.
We bury all our fin and crime
Deep in our Saviour's tomb,
And feek the treafure there, that time
Nor change can e'er confume.
We die with Thee; oh let us live
Henceforth to Thee aright;
The bleffings Thou haft died to give,
Be daily in our fight.
Fearlefs we lay us in the tomb,
And fleep the night away,
If Thou art there to break the gloom,
And call us back to day.
Death hurts us not; his power is gone,
And pointlefs all his darts;
God's favour now on us hath ihone,
Joy filleth all our hearts.
SCHMOLCK.  1712.




mra  irmanica                  93
TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK.
I know that my Redeemer liveth..and though after
my ikin worms deftroy this body, yet in my flelh fhall
I fee God.-JoB xix. 25, 26.
For this corruptible muft put on incorruption, and
this mortal muit put on immortality.-FROM THE LESSON.
JESUS my Redeemer lives,
Chriit my truft is dead no more;
In the ftrength this knowledge gives
Shall not all my fears be o'er;
Calm, though death's long night be fraught
Still with many an anxious thought?
Jefus my Redeemer lives,
And His life I once ihall fee;
Bright the hope this premife gives,
Where He is I too fhall be.
Shall I fear then? Can the Head
Rife and leave the members dead?
Clofe to Him my foul is bound
In the bonds of Hope enclafp'd;
Faith's ftrong hand this hold hath found,
And the Rock hath firmly grafp'd.




94          KJnra  lermanlra.
Death ihall ne'er my foul remove
From her refuge in Thy love.
I Shall fee Him with thefe eyes,
Him whom I mhall furely know;
Not another Ihall I rife,
With His love this heart ihall glow;
Only there fhall difappear
Weaknefs in and round me here.
Ye who fuffer, figh, and moan,
Frelh and glorious there fhall reign;
Earthly here the feed is fown,
Heavenly it fhall rife again;
Natural here the death we die,
Spiritual our life on high.
Body, be thou of good cheer,
In thy Saviour's care rejoice,
Give not place to gloom and fear,
Dead; thou yet {halt know His voice,
When the final trump is heard,
And the deaf cold grave is ftirr'd.
Laugh to fcorn then death and hell,
Laugh to fcorn the gloomy grave;
Caught into the air to dwell
With the Lord who comes to fave,
We fhall trample on our foes,
Mortal weaknefs, fear and woes.




Kjra    ermanica.                95
Only fee ye that your heart,
Rife betimes from earthly luff,
Would ye there with Him have part,
Here obey your Lord and truft.
Fix your hearts beyond the fkies,
Whither ye yourfelves would rife.
LOUISA HENRIETTA,
Ele&refs of Brandenburg.  1653.




96             Zrtam  (ermanica.
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in
His Son.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
THAT had I been if Thou wert not?
What were I now if Thou wert gone?
Anguilh and fear were then my lot,
In this wide world I fiood alone;
Whate'er I loved were fafe no more,
The future were a dark abyfs,
To whom could I my forrows pour,
If Thee my laden heart ihould mifs?
But when Thou mak'ft Thy prefence felt,
And when the foul hath grafp'd Thee right
How fait the dreary Ihadows melt
Beneath Thy warm and living light:
In Thee I find a nobler birth,
A glory o'er the world I fee,
And Paradife returns to earth,
And blooms again for us in Thee.
Thou ftrong and loving Son of Man,
Redeemer from the bonds of fin,'Tis Thou the living fpark doft fain
That fets my heart on fire within.




iJra  Oermanim.              97
Thou openeft heaven once more to men,
The foul's true home, Thy kingdom, Lord,
And I can truft and hope again,
And feel myfelf akin to God.
Brethren, go forth befide all ways,
The wanderer greet with outftretch'd hand,
And call him back who darkly ftrays,
And bid him join our gladfome band.
That Heaven hath ftoop'd to earth below,
Proclaim the glad news everywhere,
That all may learn our faith and know
They too may find an entrance there.
NovALIS. About I795.




98           grncm    termanict.
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
Jefus faid, I am the Good Shepherd: the Good Shepherd giveth His life for His fheep. —FRoM THE GOSPEL.
L OVING Shepherd, kind and true,
Wilt Thou not in pity come
To Thy lamb? As Shepherds do,
Bear me in Thy bofom home;
Take me hence from earth's annoy
To Thy home of endlefs joy.
See how I have gone aftray
In this earthly wildernefs;
Come and take me hence away
To Thy flock who dwell in blfis,
And Thy glory, Lord, behold,
Safe within Thy heavenly fold.
For I fain would gaze cn Thee,
With the lambs to whom'tis given
That they feed from danger free,
In the happy fields of heaven;
Praifing Thee, all terrors o'er,
Never can they wander more.
Here I live in fore diftrefs,
Careful, timid, every hour;




J~ran  (izmanica.               99
For my foes around me prefs,
Hem me in with craft and power:
Not one moment fafe can be,
Lord, Thy lamb away from Thee.
O Lord Jefus, let me not'Mid the ravening wolves e'er fall,
Help me as a ihepherd ought,
That I may efcape them all;
Bear me homeward in Thy breaft,
To Thy fold of endlefs reft.
ANGELUS.  I657.




1oo 00ra  ncrmanica.
THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
And ye now therefore have forrow; but I will fee
you again, and your heart fhall rejoice, and your joy no
man taketh from you.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
C OMETH funihine after rain,
After mourning joy again,
After heavy bitter grief
Dawneth furely fweet relief;
And my foul, who from her height
Sank to realms of woe and night,
Wingeth now to heaven her flight.
He, whom this world dares not face,
Hath refrelh'd me with His grace,
And His mighty hand unbound
Chains of hell about me wound;
Quicker, itronger, leaps my blood,
Since His mercy, like a flood,
Pour'd o'er all my heart for good.
Bitter anguiih have I borne,
Keen regret my heart hath torn,
Sorrow dimm'd my weeping eyes,
Satan blinded me with lies;
Yet at laft am I fet free,
Help, protetion, love, to me
Once more true companions be.




.crar (ermanica.                IO
Ne'er was left a helplefs prey,
Ne'er with Ihame was turn'd away,
He who gave himfelf to God,
And on Him had caft his load.
Who in God his hope hath placed
Shall not life in pain outwafte,
Fulleft joy he yet ihall tafte.
Though to-day may not fulfil
All thy hopes, have patience fill;
For perchance to-morrow's fun
Sees thy happier days begun.
As God willeth march the hours,
Bringing joy at laft in ihowers,
And whate'er we afk'd is ours.
When my heart was vex'd with care,
Fill'd with fears well nigh defpair;
When with watching many a night,
On me fell pale ficknefs' blight;
When my courage fail'd me faft,
Cameft Thou, my God, at laft,
And my woes were quickly paft.
Now as long as here I roam,
On this earth have houfe and home,
Shall this wondrous gleam from Thee
Shine through all my memory.
To my God I yet will cling,
All my life the praifes fing
That from thankful hearts outfpring.




102             ura; ( nermanica.
Every forrow, every fmart,
That the Eternal Father's heart
Hath appointed me of yore,
Or hath yet for me in fore,
As my life flows on I'll take
Calmly, gladly for His fake,
No more faithlefs murmurs make.
I will meet diitrefs and pain,
I will greet e'en death's dark reign,
I will lay me in the grave,
With a heart ftill glad and brave.
Whom the Strongefi doth defend,
Whom the Higheft counts His friend,
Cannot perilh in the end.
PAUL GERHARDT.  1659.




_Cra  Crmnania.                 103
FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
It is expedient for you that I go away, for if I go
not away, the Comforter will not come unto you.FROM THE GOSPEL.
HOLY Ghoft! Thou fire Divine!
From higheft heaven on us down Ihine;
Comforter, be Thy comfort mine!
Come, Father of the poor, to earth;
Come with Thy gifts of precious worth;
Come, Light of all of mortal birth!
Thou rich in comfort! Ever bleft
The heart where Thou art conftant gueft,
Who giv'ft the heavy-laden reft.
Come, Thou in whom our toil is fweet,
Our fhadow in the noon-day heat,
Before whom mourning flieth fleet.
Bright Sun of Grace! Thy funihine dart
On all who cry to Thee apart,
And fill with gladnefs every heart.
Whate'er without Thy aid is wrought,
Or Ikilful deed, or wifeft thought,
God counts it vain and merely nought.




104      ftra n iermantia.
O cleanfe us that we fin no more,
O'er parched fouls Thy waters pour;
Heal the fad heart that acheth fore.
Thy will be ours in all our ways;
Oh melt the frozen with Thy rays;
Call home the loft in error's maze.
And grant us, Lord, who cry to Thee,
And hold the faith in unity,
Thy precious gifts of charity;
That we may live in holinefs,
And find in death our happinefs,
And dwell with Thee in lafting blifs!
KING ROBERT OF FRANCE,
about A. D. 100ooo.




Cra    (iermanira.            105
FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
Thefe things have I fpoken unto you, that in me ye
might have peace. In the world ye fhall have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the
world.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
C HRIST, Thou the champion of the band
who own
Thy crofs, oh make Thy fuccour quickly
known;
The fchemes ofthofe who long our blood have fought
Bring Thou to nought.
Do Thou Thyfelf for us Thy children fight,
Withitand the devil, quell his rage and might,
Whate'er aflails Thy members left below
Do Thou o'erthrow.
And give us peace; peace in the church and fchool,
Peace to the powers who o'er our country rule,
Peace to the confcience, peace within the heart,
Do Thou impart.
So fhall Thy goodnefs here be fill adored,
Thou guardian of Thy little flock, dear Lord,
And heaven and earth through all eternity
Shall worfhip Thee.
LOWENSTERN.
During the Thirty Years' War.
6*




io6              racm 0termanica.
ASCENSION DAY.
This fame Jefus which is taken up from you into
heaven, fhall fo come, in like manner as ye have feen
him go into heaven.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
L ORD, on earth I dwell in pain;
Here in anguifh I muft lie;
Wherefore leav'ft Thou me again,
Why ascendeft Thou on high?
Take me, take me hence with Thee,
Or abide, Lord, ftill in me;
Let Thy love and gifts be left,
That I be not all bereft.
Leave Thy heart with me behind,
Take mine hence with Thee away;
Let my fighs an entrance find
To Thy heaven whene'er I pray.
When I cannot pray, oh plead
With Thy Father in my ftead;
Thou who fitt'ft at God's right hand,
Help us here Thy faithful band.
Help me earthly toys to fpurn,
Raife my thoughts from things below;
Mortal am I here, yet yearn
Heavenly like my Lord to grow,




iutra  (ermanita.              107
That my time through faith may be
Order'd for eternity;
Till we rife, all perils o'er,
Whither Thou haft gone before.
In due feason come again,
As was promifed us of old;
Raife the members that have lain
Gnaw'd of death beneath the mould.
Judge the evil world that deems
Thy fure words but empty dreams;
Then for all our forrows paft,
Let us know Thy joy at laft.
NEUMANN   I 700.




o108g            ra  rernmanira.
SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION DAY.
Thefe all confeiTed that they were ftrangers and pilgrims on the earth... For they defired a better country, that is, an heavenly; wherefore God is not afhamed
to be called their God: for He hath prepared for them
a city.-HaB. xi. 13, x6.
H        EAVENWARD doth our journey tend,
We are firangers here on earth,
Through the wildernefs we wend
Towards the Canaan of our birth.
Here we roam a pilgrim band,
Yonder is our native land.
Heavenward ftretch, my foul, thy wings,
Heavenly nature canft thou claim,
There is nought of earthly things
Worthy to be all thine aim;
Every foul whom God infpires,
Back to Him its Source afpires.
Heavenward! doth His Spirit cry,
When I hear Him in His Word,
Showing thus the reft on high,
Where I fhall be with my Lord:
When His Word fills all my thought,
Oft to heaven my foul is caught.




f;ra (ermanic.             o19
Heavenward ever would I hafte,
When Thy Table, Lord, is fpread;
Heavenly ftrength on earth I tafte,
Feeding on the Living Bread.
Such is e'en on earth our fare
Who Thy marriage feaft ihall {hare.
Heavenwards! Faith difcerns the prize
That is waiting us afar,
And my heart would fwiftly rife,
High o'er fun and moon and liar,
To that Light behind the veil
Where all earthly fplendours pale.
Heavenward Death {hall lead at laft,
To the home where I would be,
All my forrows overpaft,
I ihall triumph there with Thee,
Jefus, who haft gone before,
That we too might Heavenwards foar.
Heavenwards! Heavenwards! Only this
Is my watchword on the earth;
For the love of heavenly blifs
Counting all things little worth.
Heavenward all my being tends,
Till in Heaven my journey ends.
SCHMOLCK.  173 I




110           Cmra   rermarnia.
WHIT-SUNDAY.
I will pray the Father, and He hall give you another
Comforter, that He may abide with you for ever, even
the Spirit of Truth —FROM THE GOSPEL.
C OME, deck our feaft to-day
With flowers and wreaths of May,
And bring an offering pure and fweet;
The Spirit of all grace
Makes earth His dwelling-place,
Prepare your hearts your Lord to meet;
Receive Him, and He fhall outpour
Such light, all hearts with joy run o'er,
And found of tears is heard no more.
Thou harbinger of peace,
Who maketh forrows ceafe,
Wifdom in word and deed is Thine;
Strong hand of God, Thy feal
The loved of Jefus feel;
Pure Light, o'er all our pathway fhine!
Give vigorous life and healthy powers,
Oh let Thy fevenfold gifts be ours,
Refrefh us with Thy gracious fhowers!
Oh touch our tongues with flame,
When fpeaking Jefu's name!




C ra ~ermania.
And lead us up the heavenward road.
Give us the power to pray,
Teach us what words to fay,
Whene'er we come before our God.
O Higheft Good, our fpirits cheer,
When raging foes are ftrong and near,
Give us brave hearts undimm'd by fear.
O golden rain from heaven!
Thy precious dews be given
Unto the churches' barren field!
And let Thy waters flow,
Where'er the fowers fow
The feed of truth, that it may yield
A hundred-fold its living fruit,
O'er all the land may take deep root,
And mighty branches heavenward fhoot.
Thou fiery glow of Love!
Let us Thy ardours prove,
Confume our hearts with quenchlefs fire!
Come, O Thou tracklefs Wind!
Breathe gently o'er our mind!
Let not the flelh to rule afpire;
Help us our free-born right to take,
The heavy yoke of fin to break,
And all her tempting paths forfake.
Be it Thine to ftir our will;
Our good intents fulfil;
Be with us when we go and come;
Deep in our fpirits dwell,
And make their inmoft cell




"I2          (Sra  C(etr rmanita.
Thy temple pure, Thy holy home!
Teach us to know our Lord, that we
May call His Father ours through Thee,
Thou pledge of glories yet to be!
O make our crofses fweet,
And let Thy funihine greet
Our ftraining eyes in clouded hours!
Wing Thou our upward flight
Toward yonder mountain bright,
Girded about with Zion's golden towers!
Forfake us not when our laft foe
Puts forth his ftrength to lay us low,
Then, then our vi6tory betlow!
Let us, while here we dwell,
This one thought ponder well,
That in God's likenefs we are made.
As o'er a fruitful land
Rich harvefts waving fiand,
We, ferving Him, bear fruits that never fade,
Till Thou in whom all comfort lies,
Lift us to fields above the fkies,
And bid us bloom in Paradife!
SCHMOLCK.  1715.




nra                           11rrmania.  "3
MONDAY IN WHITSUN-WEEK.
Would God that all the Lord's people were prophets,
and that the Lord would put His Spirit upon them!FROM THE LESSON.
C OME to Thy temple here on earth,
Be Thou my fpirit's gueft,
Who giveft us of mortal birth
A fecond birth more bleft;
Spirit beloved, Thou mighty Lord,
Who with the Father and the Son
Reigneft upon an equal throne,
Art equally adored!
Oh enter, let me feel and know
Thy mighty power within,
That can alone our help beflow,
And refcue us from fin.
Oh cleanfe my foul and make it white,
That I with heart unftain'd and true,
May daily render fervice due,
And honour Thee aright.
I was a wild unfruitful vine
Which Thou mufl prune and train;
Death pierced through all this life of mine,
But Thou my foe hath flain.




"14 +ta   eCrmnanita.
Thy holy baptifm is his grave,
He perifies beneath the flood
Of His moit precious death and blood,
Who died our life to fave.
Thou art the Spirit who dolt teach
To pray aright, for all
Our prayers are heard if Thou befeech,
Thy fongs have fweeteit fall.
They foar on tirelefs wings to heaven,
They fail not from before God's throne,
Till all His goodnefs we have known
By whom all help is given.
Thou art the Spirit of all joy,
Sadnefs Thou loveft not;
Thy comfort beaming from on high,
Lights up the darkeft lot,
Ah yes, how many a time of old
Thy voice hath wrapt my foul away,
To yon bright halls of endlefs day,
And oped the gates of gold!
Thou art the Spirit of all love,
Thou loveit kindly life,
Wouldft not that wrath our hearts fhould move,
Nor envy, anger, itrife.
Thou hateit hatred's withering reign,
In hearts that difcord maketh dark
Doft Thou rekindle love's bright fpark,
And make them one again.




Cra cemanic.                 115
On Thee is all this world upftaid,
And in Thy hands doth reft;
Thou canft the wayward heart perfuade
To turn as feems Thee beft:
Oh therefore give Thy love and peace,
That they may join in ftrongeft bands
Long parted foes, and through our lands
Thefe fad divifions ceafe.
Arife, and ftem this tide of woe,
Of heartache, and of pain;
Call back Thy flock, and make them know
Bright days of joy again;
To peace and wealth the lands reftore,
Wafted with fire or plague or fword;
Come to Thy ruin'd churches, Lord,
And bid them bloom once more!
The rulers of our land defend,
Our Sovereign's throne uphold;
That he and we may profper, fend
True wifdom to the old;
With piety the young men blefs,
And through the nation fhed abroad
True virtue and the fear of God,
A nation's happinefs.
Fill every heart with holy zeal
To keep the faith unftain'd;
Let houfe and land Thy bleffing feel,
Whence all true wealth is gain'd.




[r6            2ra   oe rrmanice.
Him who refifls Thy inward powers,
The Evil Spirit make Thou flee;
Whate'er delights Thy heart, would he
Fain root from out of ours.
Give ftrong and cheerful hearts to ftand
Undaunted in the wars,
That Satan's works and mighty band
Are waging with Thy\caufe.
Help us to fight as warriors brave,
That we may conquer in the field,
And not one Chriftian man may yield
His foul to fin a flave.
Order according to Thy mind
Our life from day to day,
And when this life mull be refign'd,
And Death has feized his prey,
When all our days have fleeted by,
Help us to die with fearlefs fpirit,
And let us after death inherit
Eternal life on high.
PAUL GERHARDT.
During the Thirty Years' War.




ra  (iermanica.              1"7
TUESDAY IN WHITSUN-WEEK.
Hereby know ye the Spirit of God. Every fpirit
that confeffeth that Jefus Chrift is come in the flelh is of
God.-FROM THE LESSON.
C    OME, Holy Spirit, God and Lord,
Be all Thy graces now outpour'd
On the believer's mind and foul,
And touch their hearts with living coal.
Thy Light this day fhone forth fo clear,
All tongues and nations g ther'd near,
To learn that faith, for which we bring
Glad praife to Thee, and loudly fing,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Thou Strong Defence, Thou Holy Light,
Teach us to know our God aright,
And call Him Father from the heart:
The Word of life and truth impart,
That we may love not doftrines ftrange,
Nor e'er to other teachers range,
But Jefus for our Matier own,
And put our truft in Him alone.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
Thou Sacred Ardour, Comfort Sweet,
Help us to wait with ready feet




Is 8Cra  Otrmanict.
And willing heart at Thy command,
Nor trial fright us from Thy band.
Lord, make us ready with Thy powers,
Strengthen the flelh in weaker hours,
That as good warriors we may force
Through life and death to Thee our courfe.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
LUTHER.  1524.




.9tra    eramaca.              II9
TRINITY SUNDAY.
And God faid, Let us make man in our image.FROM THE LESSON.
M ]VOST High and Holy Trinity!
Who of Thy mercy mild
Haft form'd me here in Time, to be
Thy image and Thy child:
Oh let me love Thee day and night
With all my foul, with all my might;
Oh come, Thyfelf my foul prepare,
And make Thy dwelling ever there!
Father! replenish with Thy grace
This longing heart of mine,
Make it Thy quiet dwelling-place,
Thy facred inmoit fhrine!
Forgive that oft my fpirit wears
Her time and ftrength in trivial cares,
Enfold her in Thy changelefs peace,
So fhe from all but Thee may ceafe!
O God the Son! Thy wifdom's light
On my dark reafon pour;
Forgive that things of fenfe and fight
Were all her joy of yore;




I120         iaCm   errmanica.
Henceforth let every thought and deed
On Thee be fix'd, from Thee proceed,
Draw me to Thee, for I would rife
Above thefe earthly vanities!
O Holy Ghoft! Thou fire of love,
Enkindle with Thy flame my will;
Come with Thy ftrength, Lord, from above,
Help me Thy bidding to fulfil:
Forgive that I fo oft have done
What I as finful ought to ihun;
Let me with pure and quenchlefs fire
Thy favour and Thyfelf defire!
Moft High and Holy Trinity!
Draw me away far hence,
And fix upon eternity
All powers of foul and fenfe!
Make me at one within; at one
With Thee on earth; when life is done
Take me to dwell in light with Thee,
Moft High and Holy Trinity!
ANGELUS.   657.




krga  oermancc.                21
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
God is Love.. and herein is love, not that we loved
God, but that He loved us.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
N wings of faith, ye thoughts, fly hence,
Roam o'er Eternity's vaft field,
Surpafs the bounds of time and fenfe,
And rife to Him who hath reveal'd
That He is Love: there paufe, and awefiruck view
That ancient love with every morning new!
Ere earth's foundations yet were laid,
Or heaven's fair roof were fpread abroad,
Ere man a living foul was made,
Love ftirr'd within the heart of God;
Love fill'd the long futurity with good,
And grace to help at need betide her flood.
Thy loving counfel gave to me
True life in Chrift Thy only Son,
Whom Thou haft made our way to Thee,
From whom all grace flows ever down.
Whofe precious blood can make us pure and whole,
And blefs and hallow all our inmoft foul.
O Love, that long ere time began,
That precious name of child beftow'd;
That open'd Heaven on earth to man,
And call'd us finners fons of God;
Thy gracious promptings move the Father's hand,
And on the page of life our names fhall fland!
7




122        fira f  ernaIrnia.
Ah happy hours, whene'er upfprings
My foul to yon Eternal Source,
Whence the glad river downward fings,
Watering with goodnefs all my courfe,
So that each paffing day anew I prove
How tender and how true my Father's love!
For what am I? At His command
The million creatures of His power
Start into life on fea and land;
Oh why ihould God fuch bleffings fhower
On me, who am a leaf that fadeth faft,
A little fhifting duft before the blat!'
I am not worthy, Lord, that Thou
Shouldft fuch compaflion on me fhow;
That He who made the world fhould bow
To cheer with love a wretch fo low.
O Father, I would utterly refign
Myfelf to Thee; take me, and make me Thine.
When ftrength and heart grow faint and fad,
From battling long with heavy pain,
Thy fmile fhines forth to make me glad,
Thou crowneft me with joy again;
Then I behold Thy Spirit's wondrous power,
Whofe work is mightieft in our weakeit hour.
Forth from Thy rich and bounteous ftore
Life's common bleffings daily flow,
More than we dare to aik, far more
Than we deferve, doll Thou bellow.
My heart diffolves in tears of thankfulness,
To fee. how true Thy care, how quick to blefs.




fmra  ermankia.               123
Nor here alone: hope pierces far
Through all the ihades of earth and time;
Faith mounts beyond the fartheft ftar,
Yon ihining heights lhe fain would climb,
And gazing on eternity behold
The promifed land, our heritage of old.
Can I with lovelefs heart receive
Tokens of love that never ceafe?
Can I be thanklefs frill, and grieve
Him who is all my joy and peace?
Ah Friend of Man, were I to turn from Thee,
Myfelf were fure my own wort enemy.
Could I but honour Thee aright,
Noble and fweet my fong hould be;
That earth and heaven fhould learn Thy might,
And what my God hath done for me.
There is no mufic fweet as is Thy name,
No joy fo deep as pondering o'er Thy fame.
O heart redeem'd! thou think'ft it long
Till the appointed hour be come,
When thou halt join the angels' long
To that Fair Love that brought thee home.
Have patience, heart; time hurries faft away,
Soon {halt thou reach the one Eternal Day.
J. G. HERMANN.  1747.




124          Cra m (ermanica.
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
And this is His commandment; That we filucld believe on the name of His Son Jefus Chrift, and love
one another, as He gave us commandment.-FROM
THE EPISTLE.
EART and heart together bound,
Seek in God your true repofe,
In your love the price be found
Of your Saviour's love and woes;
We the members, He the Head,
He the fun, we beams He Showers,
Brethren by one Mafter led,
We are His, and He is ours.
Children of His realm draw near,
Make your covenant ftronger fill,
From your hearts allegiance fwear
Unto Him who conquer'd ill.
If your bonds are yet too weak,
If but fragile yet they prove,
Help from His good Spirit feek
Who can fteel the chains of love.
Only fuch love will fuffice,
As the love that dwells in Him,
Love that from the crofs ne'er flies,
Love that fpares not life or limb




Dra  Q~erman nca.             IZ5'Twas for finners He was flain,'Twas for foes He fied His blood,
That His death for all might gain
Endlefs life-the Higheft Good.
Thus, O trueft Friend, unite
All Thy confecrated band,
That their hearts be fet aright
To fulfil Thy laft command.
Each muft onward urge his friend,
Helping him in word and deed,
Love's bleft pathway to afcend,
Following where Thou, Lord, dolt lead.
Thou who doft command that all
Praiife love that bear Thy name,
Wake the dead, new followers call,
Touch the flothful with Thy flame.
Let us live, O Lord, at one,
As Thou with the Father art,
That through all the world be none
Of Thy members left apart.
Then were given what Thou haft fought,
In the Son were all men freed,
And the world at laft were taught
That Thy rule is bleft indeed.
Father of all fouls, we praife
Thee who fhineft in the Son;
Lord, to Thee our hymns we raife,
Who haft all men to Thee drawn!
After ZINZENDORF.
About 1731.




z16         ftra    enrmanica.
THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
Caf all your care upon Him, for He careth for you.
- FROM THE EPISTLE.
WX  THAT within me and without,
Hourly on my fpirit weighs,
Burdening heart and foul with doubt,
Darkening all my weary days:
In it I behold Thy will,
God, who giveft reft and peace,
And my heart is calm and ftill,
Waiting till Thou fend releafe.
God! Thou art my rock of ftrength,
And my home is in Thine arms,
Thou wilt fend me help at length,
And I feel no wild alarms.
Sin nor Death can pierce the fhield
Thy defence has o'er me thrown,
Up to Thee myfelf I yield,
And my forrows are Thine own.
When my trials tarry long,
Unto Thee I look and wait,
Knowing none, though keen and ftrong,
Can my truft in Thee abate.




1ro'iermannica.              127
And this faith I long have nurft,
Comes alone, - God, from Thee;
Thou my heart didft open firft,
Thou didft fet this hope in me.
Chriftians! caft on Him your load,
To your tower of refuge fly;
Know He is the Living God,
Ever to His creatures nigh.
Seek His ever-open door
In your hours of utmoft need;
All your hearts before Him pour,
He will fend you help with fpeed.
But haft thou fome darling plan,
Cleaving to the things of earth?
Leaneft thou for aid on man?
Thou wilt find him nothing worth.
Rather truft the One alone
Whofe is endlefs power and love,
And the help He gives His own,
Thou in very deed ihalt prove.
On Thee, O my God, I reft,
Letting life float calmly on,
For I know the laft is beft,
When the crown of joy is won.
In Thy might all things I bear,
In Thy love find bitters fweet,
And with all my grief and care
Sit in patience at Thy feet.




I28          Ejnrn a ermandia.
O my foul, why art thou vex'd?
Let things go e'en as they will;
Though to thee they feem perplex'd,
Yet His order they fulfil.
Here He is thy ftrength and guard,
Power to harm thee here has none;
Yonder will He each reward
For the works he here has done.
Let Thy mercy's wings be fpread
O'er me, keep me clofe to Thee,
In the peace Thy love doth Ihed,
Let me dwell eternally.
Be my All; in all I do
Let me only feek Thy will,
Where the heart to Thee is true,
All is peacefal, calm and fill.
A, H. FRANCKE.  I663-I727.




Kura   enrmanick.              129
FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
I reckon that the fufferings of this prefent time are
not worthy to be compared with the glory that fhall be
revealed in us.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
W        OULD'ST thou inherit life with Chrift
on high?
Then count the coft, and know
That here on earth below       -
Thou needs muft fuffer with thy Lord and die.
We reach that gain to which all elfe is lois,
But through the crofs.
Oh think what forrows Chrift Himfelf has known!
The fcorn, and anguifh fore,
The bitter death He bore,
Ere he afcended to His heavenly throne;
And deemeft thou, thou canit with right complain,
Whate'er thy pain?
Not e'en the iharpeft forrows we can feel,
Nor keeneft pangs, we dare
With that great blifs compare
When God His glory fhall in us reveal,
That ihall endure when our brief woes are o'er
For evermore!
SIMON DACH.  I640.
7*




130            JmtKra  Ormanma.
FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
And who is he that will harm you, if ye be followers
of that which is good? But and if ye fuffer for righteoufnefs' fake, happy are ye; and be not afraid of their
terror, neither be troubled; but fanAify the Lord God
in your hearts.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
IF God be on my fide,
Then let who will oppofe,
For oft ere now to Him I cried
And He hath quell'd my foes.
If Jefus be my Friend,
If God doth love me well,
What matters all my foes intend,
Though ftrong they be and fell.
Here I can firmly reft,
I dare to boaft of this,
That God the Higheft and the Beft,
My Friend and Father is.
From dangerous fnares He faves,
Where'er He bids me go
He checks the ftorms and calms the waves,
Nor lets aught work me woe.
I reft upon the ground
Of Jefus and His blood,
For'tis through Him that I have found
The True Eternal Good.




iKra   fermankim.             131
Nought have I of mine own,
Nought in the life I lead,
What Chrift hath given me, that alone
Is worth all love indeed.
His Spirit in me dwells,
O'er all my mind He reigns,
All care and fadnefs He difpels,
And foothes away all pains.
He profpers day by day
His work within my heart,
Till I have ftrength and faith to fay,
Thou God my Father art!
When weaknefs on me lies
And tempts me to defpair,
He fpeaketh words and utters fighs
Of more than mortal prayer;
But what no tongue can tell,
Thou God canft hear and fee,
Who readeft in the heart full well
If aught there pleafeth Thee.
He whifpers in my breaft
Sweet words of holy cheer,
How he who feeks in God his reft
Shall ever find Him near;
How God hath built above
A city fair and new,
Where eye and heart ihall fee and prove
What faith has counted true.




132      KJ ra Qiermnana.
There is prepared on high
My heritage, my lot;
Though here on earth I fall and die,
My heaven fhall fail me not.
Though here my days are dark,
And oft my tears muft rain,
Whene'er my Saviour's light I mark,
All things grow bright again.
Who joins him to that Lord
Whom Satan flies and hates,
Shall find himfelf defpifed, abhorr'd,
For him the burden waits
Of mockery and fhame,
Heap'd-on his guiltlefs head;
And croffes, trials, cruel blame,
Shall be his daily bread.
I knew it long ere now,
Yet am I not afraid;
The God to whom I pledged my vow,
Will furely fend His aid.
At coft of all I have,
At coft of life and limb,
I cling to God who yet {hall fave,
I will not turn from Him.
The world may fail and flee,
Thou ftandeft faft for ever,
Not fire, or fword, or plague, from Thee
My trufting foul ihall fever.




KTm  Onnrmanica.              133
No hunger, and no thirft,
No poverty or pain,
Let mighty princes do their worft,
Shall fright me back again.
No joys that angels know,
No throne or wide-fpread fame,
No love or lofs, no fear or woe,
No grief of heart or fhameMan cannot aught conceive
Of pleafure or of harm,
That e'er could tempt my foul to leave
Her refuge in Thine arm.
My heart for gladnefs fprings,
It cannot more be fad,
For very joy it laughs and fings,
Sees nought but funfhine glad.
The fun that glads mine eyes
Is Chrift the Lord I love,
I fing for joy of that which lies
Stored up for us above.
PAUL GERHARDT.  16-o.




134            Vmra  ierGmanica.
SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
Know ye not, that fo many of us as were baptized
into Chrift, were baptized into His death?-FROM THE
EPISTLE.
WXX TELL for him who all things lofing,
E'en himfelf doth count as nought,
Still the one thing needful choofing
That with all true blifs is fraught!
Well for him who nothing knoweth
But his God, whofe boundlefs love
Makes the heart wherein it gloweth,
Calm and pure as faints above!
Well for him who all forfaking,
Walketh not in fhadows vain,
But the path of peace is taking
Through this vale of tears and pain!
Oh that we our hearts might fever
From earth's tempting vanities,
Fixing them on Him for ever
In whom all our fulnefs lies!
Oh that we might Him difcover
Whom with longing love we've fought,
Join ourfelves to Him for ever,
For without Him all is nought!




mra  Oermarnica.               135
Oh that ne'er our eyes might wander
From our God, fo might we ceafe
Ever o'er our fins to ponder,
And our conscience be at peace!
Thou abyfs of love and goodnefs,
Draw us by Thy crofs to Thee,
That our fenfes, foul and fpirit,
Ever one with Chrift may be!
ANON.




136            Cmra  ecrmanira.
SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
O Lord, how manifold are Thy works; in wifdom
haft Thou made them all; the earth is full of Thy
riches.-PsALM civ. 24.
G    O forth, my heart, and feek delight
In all the gifts of God's great might,
Thefe pleafant Summer hours:
Look how the plains for thee and me
Have deck'd themfelves moft fair to fee,
All bright and fweet with flowers.
The trees fland thick and dark with leaves,
And earth o'er all her duft now weaves
A robe of living green;
Nor filks of Solomon compare
With glories that the tulips wear,
Or lilies' fpotlefs iheen.
The lark Soars finging into fpace,
The dove forfakes her hiding-place,
And coos the woods among;
The richly-gifted nightingale,
Pours forth her voice o'er hill and dale,
And floods the fields with fong.
Here with her brood the hen doth walk,
There builds and guards his neft the ftork,
The fleet-wing'd fwallows pafs;




imra Cermanica.                137
The fwift ftag leaves his rocky home,
And down the light deer bounding come
To tafte the long rich grafs.
The brooks rufh gurgling through the fand,
And from the trees on either hand,
Cool ihadows o'er them fall;
The meadows at their fide are glad
With herds; and hark! the ihepherd lad
Sends forth his mirthful call.
And humming, hovering to and fro,
The never-wearied fwarms forth go
To feek their honey'd food;
And through the vine's yet feeble {hoots
Stream daily upwards from her roots
New ftrength and juices good.
The corn fprings up, a wealth untold,
A fight to gladden young and old,
Who now their voices lift
To Him who gives fuch plenteous ftore,
And makes the cup of life run o'er
With many a noble gift.
Thy mighty working, mighty God,
Wakes all my powers; I look abroad
And can no longer reft:
I too muft fing when all things fing,
And from my heart the praifes ring
The Higheft loveth beft.




138     CZnra!ermnanica.
I think, Art Thou fo good to us,
And fcattereft joy and beauty thus
O'er this poor earth of ours;
What nobler glories fhall be given
Hereafter in Thy Lhining heaven,
Set round with golden towers!
What thrilling joy when on our fight
Chrift's garden beams in cloudlefs light,
Where all the air is fweet,
Still laden with the unwearied hymn
From all the thoufand feraphim
Who God's high praife repeat!
Oh were I there! Oh that I now,
Dear God, before Thy throne could bow,
And bear my heavenly palm!
Then like the angels would I raife
My voice, and fing Thy endlefs praife
In many a fweet-toned pfalm.
Nor can I now, O God, forbear,
Though ftill this mortal yoke I wear,
To utter oft Thy name;
But ftill my heart is bent to fpeak
Thy praifes; ftill, though poor and weak,
Would I fet forth Thy fame.
But help me; let Thy heavenly fhowers
Revive and blefs my fainting powers,
And let me thrive and grow




KVra (ermanica.                139
Beneath the fummer of Thy grace,
And fruits of faith bud forth apace
While yet I dwell below.
And fet me, Lord, in Paradife
When I have bloomed beneath thefe fldes
Till my laft leaf is flown;
Thus let me ferve Thee here in time,
And after, in that happier clime,
And Thee, my God, alone!
PAUL GERHARDT.  I659.




140           Umgra Qermanic a.
EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
Brethren, we are debtors, not to the flefh, to live
after the flefh. For if ye live after the flefh, ye fhall
die; but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds
of the body, ye ihall live.-FRoM THE EPISTLE.
GOD, O Spirit, Light of all that live,
Who doft on us that fit in darknefs
ihine,
Our darknefs ever with Thy light doth
ftrive,
In vain Thou lur'ft us with Thy beams divine.
Yet none, O Spirit, from Thine eye can hide,
Gladly will I Thy fearching glance abide.
Search all my hidden parts, whate'er impure
Thy Light discovers there, do Thou deitroy;
The bittereft pain I willingly endure,
Such pain is follow'd by eternal joy.
Thou'lt cleanfe me from my ftains of darkeft hue,
And in Chrift's image form my foul anew.
I cannot ftay the venom'd power of fin,'Tis Thy anointing only can avail;
Oh make my fpirit new and right within,
For without Thee my utmoft efforts fail.
Life to my cold dead foul I cannot give,
Be Thou my life, fo only fhall I live.




2ra  (ierma ani.               141
O Breath from out the Eternal Silence, blow
All foftly o'er my fpirit's barren ground,
All precious fulnefs of my God beftow,
That where erft fin and ihame alone were found,
Faith, love, and holy reverence may upfpring,
In fpirit and in truth to worship God our King.
Oh let my thoughts, my aftions and my will
Obedient folely to Thy impulfe move,
My heart and fenfes keep Thou blamelefs fill,
Fix'd and abforb'd in God's unutter'd love.
Thy praying, teaching, ftriving, in my heart,
Let me not quench, nor make Thee to depart.
O Fount, O Spirit, who doll take and ihow
Things of the Son to us, who cryftal clear,
From God's throne and the Lamb's, doft ceafelefi
flow
Into the quiet hearts that feek Thee here;
I open wide my mouth, and thirfting fink
Befide Thy ftream, its living waves to drink.
I give myfelf to Thee, to Thee alone,
From all elfe funder'd, Thou art ever near,
The creature and myfelf I all difown,
Trufting with inmoft faith that God is here!
O God, O Spirit, Light of Life, we fee
None ever wait in vain, who wait for Thee.
TERSTEEGEN.  I73 I




142            ra  (ermrtnicta.
NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
How long halt ye between two opinions? If the
Lord be God, follow Him; but if Baal, then follow
him.-FROM THE LESSON.
HY haltet thus, deluded heart,
Why wavereft longer in thy choice?
Is it fo hard to choofe the part
Offer'd by Heaven's entreating voice?
Oh look with clearer eyes again,
Nor ftrive to enter in, in vain.
Prefs on!
Remember,'tis not Cefar's throne,
Nor earthly honour, wealth or might,
Whereby God's favour ihall be ihown
To him who conquers in this fight;
Himfelf and an eternity
Of blifs and reft He offers thee:
Prefs on!
God crowneth no divided heart;
Oh hallow to Him all thy life!
Who loveth Jefus but in part,
He works himfelf much pain and ftrife,
And gains what he deferveth well,
Here conflit, and hereafter hell.
Prefs on!




ram (Crmoanca.                  143
Who wrefiling long with many a cry,
Can bid farewell at laft to all;
Yet loveth ftill the Lord moft High,
Loves Him alone whate'er befall,
Is counted worthy of the crown
And on a kingly throne fet down.
Prefs on!
Then break the rotten bonds away
That hinder you your race to run,
That make you linger oft and ftay;
Oh be your courfe afrefh begun!
Let no falfe reft your foul deceive,
Up!'tis a Heaven ye mull achieve!
Prefs on!
Omnipotence is on your fide,
And wifdom watches o'er your heads,
And God Himfelf will be your guide
So ye but follow where He leads;
How many guided by His hand,
Have reach'd ere now their native land.
Prefs on!
Let not the body dull the foul,
Its weaknefs, fears, and floth defpife;
Man toils and roams from pole to pole
To gain fome earthly fleeting prize,
The Higheft Good he little cares
To win, or ftriving foon defpairs.
Prefs on.




144   k     va   (etamanica.
Oh help each other, haften on,
Behold the goal is nigh at hand;
Soon ihall the battle-field be won,
Soon ihall your King before you fand!
To calmeft reft He leads you now,
And fets His crown upon your brow.
Prefs on.
LEHR.  1733.




gra term1nanict.'45
TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, even fo
panteth my foul after Thee, O God.-PSALM xlii. I.
GOD, I long Thy light to fee,
My God, I hourly think on Thee;
Oh draw me up, nor hide Thy face,
But help me from Thy holy place.
Ah how  hall I my freedom win?
How break this heavy yoke of fin?
My fainting fpirit thirdts for Thee,
Come, Lord, to help and fet me free.
My heart is fet to do Thy will,
But all my deeds are faulty till;
My belt attempts are nothing worth,
But foil'd with cleaving taint of earth.
Remember that I am Thy child,
Forgive whate'er my foul defiled,
Blot out my fins, that I may rife
Freely to Thee beyond the kies.
Help me to love the world no more,
Be Mafter of my houfe and tore,
The fhield of faith around me throw,
And break the arrows of my foe.
8




t46         fprct  Orrmanica.
Fain would my heart henceforward be
Fix'd, O my God, alone on Thee,
That heart and foul by Thee poffeft,
May find in Thee their perfet reft.
Begone, ye pleafures falfe and vain,
Untafted, undefired remain!
In heaven alone thofe joys abound,
Where all my true delight is found.
Oh take away whate'er has flood
Between me and the Higheft Good;
I aik no better boon than this,
To find in God my only blifs.
ANTON ULRICH,
Duke of Brunfwick. I667.




gCra    (ermanica.'47
ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
In Thy prefence is fulnefs of joy; at Thy right
hand there are pleafures for evermore.-PsALM xvi.  I.
FRIEND of fouls, how well is me
Whene'er Thy love my fpirit calms!
From forrow's dungeon forth I flee,
And hide me in Thy thelt'ring arms.
The night of weeping flies away
Before the heart-reviving ray
Of love, that beams from out Thy breaft;
Here is my heaven on earth begun;
Who were not joyful had he won
In Thee, O God, his joy and reft!
The world may call herfelf my foe,
So be it; for I truft her not,
E'en though a friendly face fhe fhow,
And heap with her good things my lot.
In Thee alone will I rejoice,
Thou art the Friend, Lord, of my choice,
For Thou art true when friendships fail;'Mid ftorms of woe Thy truth is ftill
My anchor; hate me as it will,
The world ihall o'er me ne'er prevail.
Through deferts of the crofs Thou leadert,
I follow leaning on Thy hand;




148          inra  ietrmanica.
From out the clouds Thy child Thou feedeft,
And giv't him water from the fand.
I know Thy wondrous ways will end
In love and bleffing, Thou true Friend,
Enough if Thou art ever near!
I know, whom Thou wilt glorify,
And raife o'er fun and ifars on high,
Thou lead'ft through depths and darknefs here.
To others Death feems dark and grim,
But not, Thou Life of life, to me;
I know Thou ne'er forfakeft him
Whofe heart and fpirit reft in Thee.
Oh who would fear his journey's clofe,
If from dark woods and lurking foes,
He then find fafety and releafe?
Nay, rather with a joyful heart
From this dark region I depart,
To Thy eternal light and peace.
O Friend of fouls, then well indeed
Is me, when on Thy love I lean!
The world, nor pain, nor death I heed,
Since Thou, my God, my joy haft been.
Oh let this peace that Thou haft given,
Be but a foretafte of Thy heaven,
For goodnefs infinite is Thine.
Hence, world, with all thy flattering toys!
In God alone lie all my joys;
Oh rich delight, my Friend is mine!
DESZLER.  I692.




g1ra; (Crananirn.'49
TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
Not that we are fufficient of ourfelves to think anything as of ourfelves, but our fufficiency is of God.FROM THE EPISTLE.
HO feeks in weaknefs an excufe,
His fins will vanquilh never;
Unlefs he heart and mind renews,
He is deceived for ever.
The ftraight and narrow way,
That ihines to perfe&t day,
He hath not found, hath never trod;
Little he knows, I ween,
What prayer and confliEt mean
To one who hath the light of God.
In what the world calls weaknefs lurks
The very ftrength of evil,
Full mightily it helps the works
Of our great foe the devil.
Awake, my foul, awake,
Quickly thy refuge take
With Him, the Almighty, who can fave:
One look from Chrift thy Lord
Can fever every cord
That binds thee now, a wretched flave.




150           ECm'ra    m rtanica.
Know, the firil ftep in Chriftian lore
Is to depart from fin;
True faith will leave the world no more
A place thy heart within.
Thy Saviour's Spirit firft
The heavy bonds muft burft,
Wherein Death bound thee in thy need;
Then the freed fpirit knows
What ftrength He gives to thofe
Who with their Lord are rifen indeed.
And what Thy Spirit, Lord, began
Help Thou with inner might!
Earth has no better gift for man
Than ftrength and love of right.
Oh make Thy followers juft
Who look to Thee in truft,
Thy ftrength and juftice let us know;
Our fouls through Thee would wear
The power of grace, moft fair
Of all the jewels faith can fhow.
Strong Son of God, break down Thy foes,
So ihall we conquer ours;
Strong in the might from Thee that flows,
We mourn not lack of powers,
E'er fince that from above,
The witnefs of Thy love
Thy Spirit came, and doth abide
With us, difpelling fear
And falfehood, that we here
May fight and conquer on Thy fide.




Qra    ennrmanica.'5'
Give ftrength, whene'er our ftrength muft fail;
Give ftrength the flefh to curb;
Give itrength when craft and fin prevail
To weaken and difturb.
The world doth lay her fnares
To catch us unawares,
Give ftrength to fweep them all away;
So in our utmoft need,
And when death comes indeed,
Thy ftrength ihall be our perfe&t ftay.
MARPERGER.  I713.




152           Ltgra  (ermanica.
THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
Then Hezekiah received the letter of the hands of
the meffengers, and read it, and Hezekiah went up into
the houfe of the Lord, and fpread it before the Lord.FROM THE LESSON.
EAVE God to order all thy ways,
And hope in Him whate'er betide,
Thou'lt find Him in the evil days
Thy all-fufficient itrength and guide;
Who trufts in God's unchanging love,
Builds on the rock that nought can move.
What can thefe anxious cares avail,
Thefe never-ceafing moans and fighs?
What can it help us to bewail
Each painful moment as it flies?
Our crofs and trials do but prefs
The heavier for our bitterness.
Only thy reftlefs heart keep till,
And wait in cheerful hope; content
To take whate'er His gracious will,
His all-difcerning love hath fent.
Doubt not our inmoft wants are known
To Him who chofe us for His own.




Kra    t nrmanica.            153
He knows when joyful hours are beft,
He fends them as He fees it meet;
When thou haft borne the fiery teft,
And art made free from all deceit,
He comes to thee all unaware,
And makes thee own His loving care.
Nor, in the heat of pain and ftrife,
Think God hath caft thee off unheard,
And that the man, whofe profperous life
Thou envieft, is of Him preferr'd.
Time paffes and much change doth bring,
And fets a bound to everything.
All are alike before His face;'Tis eafy to our God moft High
To make the rich man poor and bale,
To give the poor man wealth and joy.
True wonders ftill by Him are wrought,
Who fetteth up, and brings to nought.
Sing, pray, and fwerve not from His ways,
But do thine own part faithfully,
Truft His rich promifes of grace,
So ihall they be fulfill'd in thee;
God never yet forfook at need
The foul that trufted Him indeed.
NEUMARCK.  I653.
8*




154           Knra    Ormorincca,
FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
And they that are Chrift's have crucified the flefh
with the affe5ions and lufts.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
CROSS, we hail thy bitter reign,
0 come, thou well-beloved gueft!
Whofe foreft fufferings work not pain,
Whofe heavieft burden is but reft.
Is not our Bleffed Saviour bound
In clofeft ties of love to thofe
Who faithful to the crofs are found,
Through ceafelefs tears, through faddeft woes?
Hark, the confefors of the faith
Yet of their crofs and fetters boaft;
All faints have borne it to the death,
With all the martyrs' radiant hoft.
Pledge of our glorious home afar!
Thee, Holy Sign, with joy we take,
Sign of a peace life could not mar,
Of juft content death could not ihake.
Thou tell'ft how Truth, once crucified,
Now throned in majefty doth reign,




cra  t  ermantc.              155
How love is blefs'd and glorified,
That here on earth was mock'd and flain.
Their names are writ in words of light
Who before men their Lord confeft;
The bridegroom's cry is heard at night,
Come to my marriage feaft, ye bleft!
Who then would faint, nor joy to fhare
In Chrit's reproach, in want or pain?
The bittereft death who would not dare?
Who fears a martyr's crown to gain?
Up, Brethren of the Crofs! and hafte
Onward where Chrift hath gone before!
We hymn His praife the while we tafte
The fhame and death He fometime bore.
In bonds and ftripes, in falfeft blame,
Our crown, our deareft wealth we fee,
A prifon were a throne, and fhame
Our chiefeft glory, borne for Thee.
What though the world contempt may fling
On us, though oft we ftrive with death,
The holy angels fpeed to bring
Our help and ftrength, our viEtor's wreath.
Up, quit the gates where fin abides,
From earth's doom'd cities quickly come,
Yon eaftern Star full furely guides
All pilgrims to their Father's home.
GOTTER.  I697.




i56           fgct Orerianica.
FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
Therefore take no thought, faying, What fhall we
eat, or what fhall we drink.. for your Heavenly
Father knoweth that ye have need of all there things.
-FROM THE GOSPEL.
B E thou content; be ftill before
His face, at whofe right hand doth reign
Fulnefs of joy for evermore,
Without whom all thy toil is vain.
He is thy living fpring, thy fun, whofe rays
Make glad with life and light thy dreary days.
Be thou content.
Art thou all friendlefs and alone,
Hait none in whom thou canft confide?
God careth for thee, lonely one,
Comfort and help will He provide.
He fees thy forrows and thy hidden grief,
He knoweth when to fend thee quick relief;
Be thou content.
Thy heart's unfpoken pain He knows,
Thy fecret fighs He hears full well,
What to none elfe thou dar'ft difclofe,
To Him thou mayft with boldnefs tell.
He is not far away, but ever nigh,
And anfwereth willingly the poor man's cry.
Be thou content.




gara QOermanca.               157
Why art thou full of anxious fear
How thou mhalt be fuftain'd and fed?
He who hath made and placed thee here,
Will give thee needful daily bread.
Canft thou not truft His rich and bounteous hand,
Who feeds all living things on fea and land?
Be thou content.
He who doth teach the little birds
To find their meat in field and wood,
Who gives the countlefs flocks and herds,
Each day their needful drink and food,
Thy hunger too will furely fatisfy,
And all thy wants in His good time fupply.
Be thou content.
Sayft thou, I know not how or where,
No help I fee where'er I turn;
When of all elfe we moft defpair,
The riches of God's love we learn;
When thou and I His hand no longer trace,
He leads us forth into a pleafant place.
Be thou content.
Though long His promifed aid delay,
At laft it will be furely fent;
Though thy heart fink in fore difmay,
The trial for thy good is meant.
What we have won with pains we hold more faft,
What tarrieth long is fweeter at the laft.
Be thou content.




158    i        nra    Qncermanica.
Lay not to heart whate'er of ill
Thy foes may falfely fpeak of thee,
Let man defame thee as he will,
God hears, and judges righteoufly.
Why ihouldlf thou fear, if God be on thy fide,
Man's cruel anger, or malicious pride?
Be thou content.
We know for us a reft remains,
When God will give us fweet releafe
From earth and all our mortal chains,
And turn our fufferings into peace.
Sooner or later death will furely come
To end our forrows, and to take us home.
Be thou content.
Home to the chofen ones, who here
Served their Lord faithfully and well,
Who died in peace, without a fear,
And there in peace for ever dwell.
The Everlafting is their joy and ftay,
The Eternal Word Himfelf to them doth fay,
Be thou content.
PAUL GERHARDT.  I670.




KCra    ermanica.             159
SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
And when the Lord faw her, He had compaffion on
her and faid unto her, Weep not!-FROM THE GOSPEL.
L EAVE all to God,
Forfaken one, and 1till thy tears.
For the Higheft knows thy pain,
Sees thy fufferings and thy fears;
Thou fhalt not wait His help in vain,
Leave all to God.
Be ftill and truft!
For His ftrokes are ftrokes of love,
Thou muft for thy profit bear;
He thy filial fear would move,
Truft thy Father's loving care,
Be till and truft!
Know, God is near!
Though thou think Him far away,
Though His mercy long have flept,
He will come and not delay,
When His child enough hath wept,
For God is near!
O teach Him not
When and how to hear thy prayers;




i60          iJra.ermanict.
Never doth our God forget,
He the crofs who longeft bears
Finds his forrows' bounds are fet,
Then teach Him not.
If thou love Him,
Walking truly in His ways,
Then no trouble, crofs or death,
Shakes thy heart, or quells thy praife.
All things ferve thee here beneath,
If thou love God!
ANTON ULRICH
Duke of Brunfwick. J667.




Kcra   e nrmnanira.              i6
SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
I befeech you that ye walk worthy of the vocation
wherewith ye are called, with all lowliness and meeknefs, with longfuffering, forbearing one another in love;
endeavouring to keep the unity of the fpirit in the bond
of peace.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
C OME, brethren, let us go!
The evening clofeth round,'Tis perilous to linger here
On this wild defert ground.
Take courage as ye wend
On towards eternity,
From ftrength to ftrength your courfe Ihall be,
And good at laft your end.
We ihall not rue our choice,
Though ftrait our path and fteep,
We know that He who call'd us here
His word ihall ever keep.
Then follow, trufting; come,
And let each fet his face
Toward yonder fair and blefled place,
Intent to reach our home.
The body and the houfe
Deck not, but deck the heart




I62          Knra  Qgermankra.
With all your powers; we are but guefts,
Ere long we mutl depart.
Eafe brings difeafe; content
Howe'er his lot may fall,
A pilgrim bears and bows to all,
For foon the time is fpent.
Come, children, let us go!
Our Father is our guide;
And when the way grows fteep and dark,
Eie journeys at our fide.
Our Spirits He would cheer,
The funihine of His love
Revives and helps us as we rove,
Ah, bleft our lot e'en here!
Each haften bravely on,
Not yet our goal is near;
Look to the fiery pillar oft,
That tells the Lord is here.
Onward your glances fend,
Love beckons us, nor think
That they who following chance to fink,
Shall mifs their journey's end.
Come, children, let us go!
We travel hand in hand;
Each in his brother finds his joy
In this wild ftranger land.
As children let us be,
Nor by the way fall out,
The angels guard us round about,
And help us brotherly.




ira    trmanimct.               i63
The ftrong be quick to raife
The weaker when they fall;
Let love and peace and patience bloom
In ready help for all.
In love yet clofer bound,
Each would be leaft, yet till
On love's fair path moft pure from ill,
Moft loving, would be found.
Come, wander on with joy,
For ihorter grows the way,
Each rifing sun brings on the time
When in,the grave we lay
The body down; awhile
Have truth and courage yet,
Your hopes above more fully fet,
Carelefs of things more vile
It will not laft for long,
A little farther roam;
It will not laft much longer now
Ere we ihall reach our home;
There Ihall we ever reft,
There with our Father dwell,
With all the faints who ferved Him well,
There truly, deeply bleft.
For this all things we dare,-'Tis worth the rifk I trow,Renouncing all that clogs our courfe,
Or weighs us down below.




'64         Aura  gcrmanica.
O world, thou art too fmall,
We feek another higher,
Whither Chrill guides us ever nigher,
Where God is all in all.
Friend of our perfea choice,
Thou Joy of all that live,
Being that know'ft not chance or change,
What courage doll Thou give!
All beauty, Lord, we fee,
All blifs and life and love,
In Him in whom we live and move,
And we are glad in Thee!
TERSTEEGEN.  I73I.




iCra ~ermaniar.                I65
EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
Waiting for the coming of our Lord Jefus Chrift,
who fhall alfo confirm you unto the end.-FRoM THE
EPISTLE.
T    HOUGH all to Thee were faithlefs,
I yet were true my Head,
To ihow that love is deathlefs,
From earth not wholly fled.
Here didft Thou live in fadnefs,
And die in pain for me,
Wherefore I give with gladnefs,
My heart and- foul to Thee.
I could weep night and morning
That Thou haft died, and yet
So few will heed Thy warning,
So many Thee forget.
O loving and true-hearted,
How much for us didft Thou!
Yet is Thy fame departed,
And none regards it now.
But ftill Thy love befriends us,
Of every heart the guide;
Unfailing help it lends us,
Though all had turn'd afide.




i66            rcta (Oermanica.
Oh! fuch love foon or later
Muft conquer, muft be felt,
Then at Thy feet the traitor
In bitter tears fhall melt.
Lord, I have inly found Thee,
Depart Thou not from me,
But wrap Thy love around me,
And keep me clofe to Thee.
Once too my brethren, yonder
Upgazing where Thou art,
Shall learn Thy love with wonder,
And fink upon Thy heart.
NOVALIS.
About 1795.




era   ertmannac.               I67
NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
But ye have not fo learned Chrill; if fo be that ye
have heard Him, and have been taught by Him, as
the truth is in Jefus: that ye put off, concerning the
former converfation, the old man, which is corrupt
according to the deceitful lufls; and be renewed in
the fpirit of your mind; and that ye put on the new
man, which after God is created in righteoufnefs and
true holinefs.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
O    H well for him who all things braves,
A foldier of the Lord to be,
Whom vice counts not among her flaves,
From envy, pride and paflion free;
Who with the world of evil wars,
And bows his will beneath God's laws.
Who follows Chrift whate'er betide,
Is worthy of a foldier's name;
Is He thy Way, thy Light, thy Guide,'Tis meet thou alfo bear His fhame:
Who fhrinks from dark Gethfemane,
Shall Tabor's glories never fee.
What profits it that Chrift hath deign'd
To wear our mortal nature thus,
If we ourfelves have ne'er attain'd
That God reveal Himfelf in us?




I68            m    irmanica.
The pure and virgin foul alone
He choofeth for His earthly throne.
What profits it that Chrift is born,
And bringeth childhood back to men,
Unlefs our long-loft right we mourn,
And win through penitence again,
And lead a God-like life on earth,
As children of the fecond birth?
What profits all that Chrift hath taught,
If man is fave to reafon ftill,
And worldly wifdom, honour, thought,
Rule all his adts, and move his will?
He follows what his Lord doth teach
Who true denial of felf would reach.
What profit us His deeds and life,
His meeknefs, love fo quick to blefs,
If we give place to pride and irife,
Dilhonouring thus His holinefs?
What profits it, if for reward,
And not in faith, we call Him Lord?
What profits us His agony,
If we endure not pain and fcorn?'Tis combat brings forth vitory,
Of forrow fweeteft joys are born;
And ne'er to him Chrift's crown is given,
Who hath not here with Adam firiven.
What profit ye His death and crofs,
Unlefs to felf ye alfo die?




Aura (ermanca.                 169
Ye love your life to find it lofs,
Afraid the flefh to crucify.
Wouldft live to this world fRill?  Then know,
Chrift's death to thee is barren Ihow.
What profit that he loofed and broke
All bonds, if ye in league remain
With earth?  Who weareth Satan's yoke
Shall call Him Mafter but in vain.
Count ye the foul for reconciled,
Yet flave to earth, by fin defiled?
What profits it that He is rifen,
If dead in fins thou yet doft lie?
If yet thou cleaveit to thy prifon,
What profit that He dwells on high?
His triumph will avail thee nought,
If thou haft ne'er the battle fought.
Then live and fuffer, do and bear,
As Chrift thy pattern here hath done,
And feek His innocence to wear,
That He may count thee of His own.
Who loveth Chrift muft live at war
With all that breaks His holy law.
ANON.
9




170          rtna Qciermanica.
TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
Singing and making melody in your heart unto the
Lord; giving thanks always for all things unto God
and the Father, in the name of our Lord Jefus Chrift.
-FROMI THE EPISTLE.
O    H would I had a thoufand tongues,
To found Thy praife o'er land and fea!
Oh! rich and fweet fhould be my fongs,
Of all my God has done for me!
With thankfulnefs my heart muft often fwell,
But mortal lips Thy praifes faintly tell.
Oh that my voice could far refound
Up to yon liars that o'er me ihine!
Would that my blood for joy might bound
Through every vein, while life is mine!
Would that each pulfe were gratitude, each breath
A fong to Him who, keeps me fafe from death!
O all ye powers of foul and mind,
Arife, keep filence thus no more;
Put forth your ftrength, and ye mhall find
Your nobleft work is to adore.
O foul and body, make ye pure and meet,
With heartfelt praife your God and Lord to greet.




Krtct vermanica.               171
Ye little leaves fo frefh and green,
That dance for joy in fummer air,
Ye flender grafes, bright and keen,
Ye flowers fo wondrous fweet and fair;
Ye only live to fhow your Maker's fame,
Help me his loving-kindnefs to proclaim.
O all ye living things that throng
With breath and motion earth and fky,
Be ye companions in my fong,
Help me to raife His praifes high;
For my unaided powers are far too weak
The glories of His mighty works to fpeak.
And firft, O Father, praife to Thee
For all I am and all I have,
It was Thy merciful decree
That all thofe bleffings richly gave,
Which o'er the earth are fcatter'd far and near,
To help and gladden us who fojourn here.
And, deareft Jefus, bleft be Thou,
Whofe heart with pity overflows,
Thou rich in help! who deign'dft to bow
To earth, and tafte her keeneft woes;
Thy death has burft my bonds and fet me free,
Has made me Thine; henceforth I cling to Thee.
Nor lefs to Thee, 0 Holy Ghoft,
Be everlafting honours paid,
For all Thy comfort, Lord, and moft
That I a child of life am made




172         fCnra Qrmtnatnia.
By Thy deep lore; my good deeds are not mine,
Thou workeft them through me, O light Divine.
Yes, Lord, through all my changing days,
With each new fcene afrefh I mark
How wondroufly Thou guid'ft my ways,
Where all feems troubled, wilder'd, dark;
When dangers thicken faft, and hopes depart,
Thy light beams comfort on my finking heart.
Shall I not then be fill'd with joy,
Shall I not praife Thee evermore?
Triumphant fongs my lips employ,
E'en when my cup of woe runs o'er.
Nay, though the heavens ihould vanilh as a fcroll,
Nothing fhall flake or daunt my trufting foul.
But of Thy goodnefs will I fing
As long as I have life and breath,
Offerings of thanks I daily bring
Until my heart is ftill in death;
And when at laft my lips grow pale and cold,
Yet in my fighs Thy praifes fhall be told.
Father, do Thou in mercy deign
To liften to my early lays;
Once ihall I learn a nobler firain,
Where angels ever hymn Thy praife,
There in the radiant choir I too fhall fing
Loud hallelujahs to my glorious King.
MENTZER.   704




fvra    (ermn alca.             1 73
TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
Be ftrong in the Lord, and in the power of His might.
Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able
to fiand againft the wiles of the devil. For we wretfle
not againft flefh and blood, but againft principalities,
againft powers, againft the rulers of the darknefs of this
world, againft fpiritual wickednefs in high places.FROM THE EPISTLE.
G    OD is our ftronghold firm and fure,
Our trufty fhield and weapon,
He fhall deliver us, whate'er
Of ill to us may happen.
Our ancient Enemy
In earneft now is he,
Much craft and great might
Arm him for the fight,
On earth is not his fellow.
Our might is nought but weaknefs, foon
Should we the battle lofe,
But for us fights the rightful Man,
Whom God Himfelf doth choofe.
Afkeft thou His name?'Tis Jefus Chrift, the fame
Whom Lord of Hofts we call,
God only over all;
None from the field can drive Him.




14 -ra   mt              n,amll a.l
What though the world were full of fiends,
That would us fheer devour!
We know we yet ihall win the day,
We fear not all their power.
The Prince of this world ftill
May ftruggle as he will,
He nothing can prevail,
A word ihall make him quail,
For he is judged of Heaven.
The word of God they ihall not touch,
Yet have no thanks therefor,
God by His Spirit and His gifts,
Is with us in the war.
Then let them take our life,
Goods, honour, children, wife,
Though nought of thefe we fave,
Small profit fhall they have,
The kingdom ours abideth!
LUTHER.  1530.




CIra ~irmanica.                 175
TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
Truff in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not
unto thine own underftanding.-FROM THE LESSON.
H     OW  bleft to all Thy followers, Lord, the
road
By which Tnou lead'ft them on, yet
oft how ftrange!
But Thou in all dolt feek our higheft good,
For truth were true no longer, couldft Thou
change.
Though crooked feem the paths, yet are they ftraight,
By which Thou draw'ft Thy children up to Thee,
And pafling wonders by the way they fee,
And learn at laft to own Thee wife and great.
No human laws can bind Thy Spirit, Lord,
That reafon or opinion frame for us;
The knot of doubt is fever'd by Thy fword,
Or falls unravell'd if Thou willeft thus.
The ftrongeft bonds are weak to Thee, O God,
All links and fails that would Thy courfe oppofe;
Thy lighteft word can quell Thy ftouteft foes,
And defert paths are by Thy footfteps trod.




I76            gmta ~ermankca.
What human prudence fondly ftrives to bind,
Thy wifdom funders far as eaft from well;
We long beneath the yoke of man have pined,
Thy hand exalteth high above the reft.
The world would fcatter, Thou doft union give;
She breaks, Thou buildeft; what ihe builds is made
A ruin'd heap; her light is nought but ihade;
Her dead Thy Spirit calls to rife and live.
Is there an aft our reafon would applaud?
Lo in Thy book haft Thou the example given;
But him whom none as wife and pious laud,
Thou often lead'ft in fecret up to Heaven,
As Thou didft leave the Pharifee, to go
And eat with finners whom all elfe forfook.
Who can fearch out Thy purpofes, or look
Into th' abyfs of wifdom whence they flow?
Our all, O God, is nothing in Thine eyes,
Our nothing Thou regarded oft with love;
Glory and pomp of words Thou doft not prize,
Thy impulfe only gives them power to move.
Thy nobleft works awaken not man's praife,
For they are hidden, and he blindly turns
Away, nor though he fee, their light difcerns,
Too grofs his fenfe, too keen their dazzling rays.
0 Ruler! We would blefs Thee and adore,
At whofe command we live or turn to duft;
When Thou doll give us of Thy wifdom's ftore,
We fee how true Thy care, and learn to truft.




fCra ClerMIarnca.            177
Thy wifdom plays with us as with a child,
Who playing learns his Father loves him well;'Tis love that brings Thee down with man to
dwell,
Love guides our faltering footfteps through the wild,
Now feems to us o'er harfh and ftriE Thy fchool,
Now doit Thou greet us mild and tenderly,
Now when our wilder paffions break Thy rule,
Thy judgments fright us back again to Thee.
With downcaft eyes we feek Thy face again,
Thou kifflet us, we promife fair amends,
Once more Thy Spirit reft and pardon fends,
And curbs our paflions with a ftronger rein.
Thou know'ft, O Father, all our weaknefs well,
Our impotence, our foolifhnefs of mind;
Almoft a paffing glance may ferve to tell
How weak are we, how ignorant, how blind.
Wherefore Thou comeft with Thy help and flay,
A father's rule, a mother's love are Thine;
The lamb, on whom none elfe difcern Thy fign,
Thou carriefr in Thy bofom day by day.
The common ways are trodden not of Thee,
Seldom Thy fteps are traced by mortal eyes,
Yet art Thou near us, and unfeen, doft fee
All hopes and wifhes that within us rife,
The bright reflexion of Thy inner thought
Is day by day before our eyes outfpread;
Who thinks he quickenl hath Thy meaning read,
Is oft another deeper leifon taught.
9*




178           f1mra Orimnanica.
0 Eye, whofe glance no falfehood can endure,
Grant me to wifely judge, and well difcern,
Nature from grace-Thy Light ferene and pure
From groffer fires that in and round me burn.
Let no trange fire be kindled on the Ihrine
Within my heart left I fhould madly bring
The hated offering unto Thee, O King.
Ah, bleft the foul whofe light is born of Thine!
When reafon contradi&s Thy law, or climbs
So high, the weeneth to know more than Thou,
Break down her confidence, great God, betimes,
And teach her lowly at Thy feet to bow.
Nor let my proud heart diftate, Lord, to Thee,
But tame the wayward will that feeks its own,
And wake the love that clings to Thee alone,
And takes Thy judgments in humility.
Abforb my will in Thine; fupport and bear
Onward in loving arms Thy timid child,
Thy Spirit's voice difpels all doubt, all fear,
And quells the paffions erft fo fierce and wild.
Thou art mine,'All, fince that Thy Son is mine;
Oh let Thy Spirit work with power in me,
With ftrong defire I thirft, I pant for Thee,
Oh joy whene'er Thy glories round me Ihhine!
So ihall the creature ever ferve me here,
Nor angels blufh to bear me company;
The perfeEt fplrits to Thy throne moft near,
They are my brethren, waiting there for me;




Cfra  eyrmanira.             I79
And oft my fpirit joys to meet a heart,
That loveth Thee and me and every faint.
Is aught then left can make me fad and faint?
Come, Fount of Joy! vain forrows, all depart!
GOTTFRIED ARNOLD.  1666-1714.




i8o           KCra  (ermnanc a.
TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
For our converfation is in heaven; from whence alfo
we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jefus Chrilt; who
fllall change our vile body, that it may be fafhioned
like unto His glorious body, according to the working
whereby He is able even to fubdue all things unto
Himfelf.-FROM THE EPISTLE.
ET who will in thee rejoice,
O thou fair and wondrous earth!
Ever anguifh'd forrow's voice
Pierces through thy feeming mirth;
Let thy vain delights be given
Unto them who love not Heaven,
My defire is fix'd on Thee,
Jefus, deareft far to me!
Weary fouls with toil outworn,
Drooping'neath the long hot light,
Wifh that foon the coming morn
Might be quenched again in night,
That their toils might find a clofe
In a foft and deep repofe;
I but wifh to reft in Thee,
Jefus, deareft far to me!
Others dare the treacherous wave
Hidden rock and ihifting wind,



mra Oermanitc.                 81
Storm and danger let them brave,
Earthly good or wealth to find;
Faith fhall wing my upward flight
Far above yon ftarry height,
Till I find myfelf with Thee,
Jefus, deareft Friend to me!
Many a time ere now I faid,
Many a time again fhall fay,
Would to God that I were dead,
Would that in my grave I lay!
Reft were mine, and fweet my lot
Where the body hindereth not,
And the foul can ever be,
Jefus, deareft Lord, with Thee!
Come, O Death, thou twin of Sleep,
Lead me hence, I pray thee come,
Loofe my rudder, through the deep
Guide my veffel fafely home.
Thy approach who will may fly,'Twere a joy to me to die,
For death opes the gates to Thee,
Jefus, deareft Friend to me!
Would that I to-day might leave
This my earthly prifon here,
And my crown of joy receive
Waiting me in yon bright fphere!
In that home of joy, where dwell
Hofts of angels, would I tell
How the Godhead fhines in Thee,
Jefus, deareft Lord to me!




182           La jr  ermanca.
But not yet the gates of gold
I may fee nor enter in,
Nor the heavenly fields behold,
But muft fit and mourning fpin
Life's dark thread on earth below;
Let my thoughts then hourly go
Whither I myfelf would be,
Jefus, deareft Lord, with Thee!
J. FRANCK.  I653.




CrLm  Qermantica.              83
TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
Jefus anfwered and faid unto her, Martha, Martha,
thou art careful and troubled about many things: but
one thing is needful, and Mary hath chofen that good
part which fllall not be taken away from her. —LKE
X. 41, 42.
O    NE thing is needful! Let me deem
Aright of that whereof He fpoke;
All elfe, how fweet foe'er it feem,
Is but in truth a heavy yoke,'Neath which the toiling fpirit frets and pants,
Yet never finds the happinefs it wants:
This One can make amends whate'er I mifs,
Who hath it finds in all his joy through this!
My foul, wouldft thou this one thing find?
Seek not amid created things;
Leave what is earthly far behind,
O'er Nature heavenward ftretch thy wings,
Where God and man are One, in whom appear
All truth and fulnefs, thou haft found it here, —
The better part, the One thing needful He,
My One, my All, my Joy, who faveth me.
As Mary once devoutly fought
The Eternal truth, the better part,
And fat, enwrapt in holy thought,
At Jefu's feet with burning heart,




184          Era (lermanica.
For nought elfe caring, yearning for the word
That fhould be fpoken by her Friend, her Lord,
Lofing her All in Him, His word believing,
And through the One all things again receiving:
Even fo is all my heart's defire
Fix'd, deareft Lord, on Thee alone;
Oh make me true and draw me nigher,
And make Thyfelf, O Chrift, my own.
Though many turn afide to join the crowd,
To follow Thee in love my heart is vow'd,
Thy word is life and fpirit, whither go?
What joy is there in Thee we cannot know?
All perfee wifdom lies in Thee
As in its primal hidden fource;
Oh let my will fubmiffive be,
And hold henceforth its even courfe,
Controll'd by truth and meeknefs, for high Heaven
To lowly fimple hearts hath wifdom given;
Who knoweth Chrift aright, and in Him lives,
Hath won the higheft prize that wifdom gives.
Oh that my foul from fleep might wake,
And ever, Lord, Thine image bear!
Thee for my portion I will take,
Thy holinefs Thou bidd'ft us ihare,
Whate'er we need for God-like walk and life
is given to us in Thee; oh end this ftrife,
And free me from the love of pafling things,
To know alone the life from Thee that fprings!




fCra  ~timanti.               185
What can I afk for more? Behold
Thy mercy is a very flood;
I know that Thou haft pafs'd of old
Into the Holieft through Thy blood,
And there redeem'd for ever thofe who lay
Beneath the rule of Satan; now are they
Made free by Thee, who erft were flaves and weak,
And childlike hearts the name of Father fpeak.
Deep joy and peace and holy calm
Fill my once reftlefs fpirit now;
O'er verdant paftures free from harm,
She follows Thee, her ihepherd Thou;
Whate'er rejoices or confoles us here,
Is not fo fweet as feeling Thou art near;
This One is needful, but all elfe is drofs,
Let me win Chrift, all other gain is lofs.
SCHRODER.  I697.




I86           -ra Qc ermairca.
TWENTY-FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER
TRINITY.
Behold the days come, faith the Lord, that I will
raife unto David a righteous Branch, and a King fhall
reign, and profper, and fhall execute judgment and
jufftice in the earth.-FROM  THE PASSAGE FOR THE
EPISTLE.
R    EDEEMER of the nations, come!
Ranfom of earth, here make Thy home!
Bright Sun, oh dart Thy flame to earth,
For fo ihall God in Chrift have birth!
Thou comeft from Thy kingly throne,
O Son of God, the Virgin's Son!
Thou Hero of a two-fold race,
Walkeft in might earth's darkeft place.
Thou ftoopeft once to fuffer here,
And rifeft o'er the itarry fphere;
Hell's gates at Thy defcent were riven,
Thy afcent is to higheft Heaven.
One with the Father! Prince of might!
O'er nature's realm aftert Thy right,
Our fickly bodies pine to know
Thy heavenly ftrength, Thy living glow.




kCrn  ~ermanica.               I87
How bright Thy lowly manger beams!
Down earth's dark vale its glory fireams,
The fplendour of Thy natal night
Shines through all Time in deathlefs light.
J, FRANCK.
After St. Ambrofe.




188          Kgra (ermanica.
ST. ANDREW'S DAY.
And Jefus faith unto them, Follow me... And they
ftraightway left their nets, and followed Him.-FRoM
THE GOSPEL.
OLLOW  me, in me ye live,
What ye afk I freely give,
Only heed ye left ye ftray,
Follow me the Living Way;
Follow me with all your hearts,
I will ward off forrow's darts,
Learn from Chrift your Lord to be
Rich in meek humility.
Yea, Lord, meet it is indeed
We fhould all Thy bidding heed;
Who in fear of this world's blame,
Counts Thy lowly yoke a fhame,
To Thy name, Lord, hath no right,
Is no Chriftian in Thy fight.
Ah too well I know that we,
Here on earth, fhould follow Thee.
Where is ftrength, Lord, to fulfil,
Glad at heart, Thy works and will,
Following on where Thou haft trod?
All too weak am I, O God;




Brta &srmtnit.                I89
Ci~jm   ^nnamc        1. 1   89
If awhile Thy paths I keep,
Soon I pine for reft and fleep;
E'en to love Thee, Lord, aright,
Paffeth far my feeble might.
Yet I will not turn from Thee,
Yet my joy in Chrift fhall be;
Help me, make me ftrong and bold,
Firm and faft Thy grace to hold.
This world and her lufts I leave,
Only to my Lord I cleave;
All their promifes are lies,
But who follows Thee is wife.
Thou haft gone before us, Lord,
Not with anger, ftrife, or fword,
Not with kingly pomp and pride;
But with mercy at Thy fide.
Moved by wondrous love divine
For our life Thou gaveft Thine,
And Thy precious outpour'd blood,
Won for us the higheft good.
Let us follow in fuch fort,
Chrift-like every deed and thought,
That Thy love moft true and kind
Henceforth all our hearts may bind;
None may look behind him now,
Who to Chrift hath pledged his vow;
Chrift doth lead, no longer ftand,
Follow me, is His command.




9ICgo        ra (r mnanica.
Draw me up, my God, from hence,
Raife me high o'er earth and fenfe,
That I lofe not Thee from fight,
Nor in life nor death, my Light!
In my foul's moft deep recefs
Let me cherifh holinefs,
Not for ihow or human praife,
But for Thy fake, all my days.
Grant me, Lord, my heart's defire,
So my courfe to run nor tire,
That my praftifed foul may prove
What Thy meeknefs, what Thy love.
Grant me here to truft Thy grace,
There with joy to fee Thy face,
This in time my portion be,
That through all eternity!
RIST.  I644.




ECnma    einmarnica.         19g
ST. THOMAS THE APOSTLE.
And Thomas anfwered and faid unto Him, My Lord
and my God. Jefus faith unto him, Thomas, because
thou haft feen me thou haft believed; blefled are they
that have not feen, and yet have believed.-FRoM THE
GOSPEL.
L ONG in the fpirit-world my foul had
fought
Some friendly being, clofe to her akin;
Long had prepared a dwelling in her
thought
And heart for fuch an one; for fhe could win
Through Him alone her ftrength, for Him fhe yearn'd,
Toward Him her fervent longing ever burn'd.
And rich the world in things invifible,
In heathen gods, and fpirits great and fmall,
And bright and dark; yet ever did the dwell
Alone, for One was wanting'mid them all;
One having might and glory, rich in love,
God, who as man could fhame and weaknefs prove.
Then came the Word, and took on Him our fleih,
And dwelt with men, here in the world of fight,
And made an end of ftrife, and link'd afrefh
Our finful earth unto the throne of light.
Into His ancient glory He is gone,
And yet He dwells with us till time be done.




q192?     i      rct Otmannia.
Thus, O my foul, haft thou received thy will;
The glory of the world of ghofts is dim
Before the One, who is, and was, and ftill
Shall ever be; all hearts are fix'd on Him,
And fpirit worlds, fince He is there, become
Hallow'd and fafe to thee, thy proper home.
Thou foareft now through all their heights fublime,
And not as once doth empty back return,
But gazing on thy God, forgettet time
Beneath His loving glance, whence thou wouldft
learn
How thou fhouldft love, and know His Word aright:
Ah bleft the love and faith that afk not fight!
ALBERTINI.  i82I.




Kgm r     rmamca.             193
PRESENTATION IN THE TEMPLE.
Lord, now letteft Thou Thy fervant depart in peace,
according to Thy word; for mine eyes have feen Thy
falvation.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
IGHT of the Gentile world!
Thy people's joy and love!
Drawn by Thy Spirit we are come
Thy prefence, Lord, to prove.
Within Thy temple walls
We wait with earneft mind,
As Simeon waited long of old
His Saviour God to find.
Thou wilt be found of us,
O Lord, in every place,
Where Thou haft promifed faithfully
We Should behold Thy face.
Thou yet doft fuffer us
Who oft are gather'd here,
To bear Thee in the arms of faith
As once that aged feer.
Be Thou our blifs, our light,
Shining'mid pain and lofs,
Our Sun of ftrength in time of fear,
The glory round our crofs;
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194          Qvmra ermctnia.
A glow in finking hearts,
A funbeam in diftrefs,
Phyfician, nurfe, in ficknefs' hours,
In death our happinefs!
Oh let us, Lord, prevail
With Simeon at the laft;
May we take up his dying fong
When life is waning faft!
"Let me depart in peace,
Since that mine aged eyes
Have feen the Saviour here on earth,
Have feen His glory rife."
Yes, with the eye of faith
My Jefus I behold;
No foe can rob me of my Lord,
Though fierce his threats and bold,
I dwell within Thy heart,
Thou doft in mine abide,
Not forrow, pain nor death itfelf,
Can tear me from Thy fide.
J. FRANCK.  I653




Kra       rmannania.            19S
ST. MATTHIAS' DAY.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy
laden, and I will give you reft.-FROM THE GOSPEL.
Y   ES, there remaineth yet a reft!
Arife, fad heart, that darkly pines,
By heavy care and pain oppreft,
On whom no fun of gladnefs fhines;
Look to the Lamb! in yon bright fields
Thou'lt know the joy His prefence yields;
Caft off thy load and thither hafte;
Soon fhalt thou fight and bleed no more,
Soon, foon thy weary courfe be o'er,
And deep the reft thou then ihalt tafte.
The reft appointed thee of God,
The reft that nought fhall break or move,
That ere this earth by man was trod
Was fet apart for thee by Love.
Our Saviour gave His life to win
This reft for thee; oh enter in!
Hear how His voice founds far and wide,
Ye weary fouls, no more delay,
Loiter not faithlefs by the way,
Here in my peace and reft abide!
Ye heavy-laden, come to Him!
Ye who are bent with many a load,
Come from your prifons drear and dim,
Toil not thus fadly of your road!




196          enra  6ermanica.
Ye've borne the burden of the day,
And hear ye not your Saviour fay,
I am your refuge and your reft?
His children ye, of heavenly birth,
Howe'er may rage fin, hell, or earth,
Here are ye fafe, here calmly bleft.
Yonder in joy the lheaves we bring,
Whofe feed was fown on earth in tears;
There in our Father's houfe we fing
The fong too fweet for mortal ears.
Sorrow and fighing all are paft,
And pain and death are fled at laft,
There with the Lamb of God we dwell,
He leads us to the cryftal river,
He wipes away all tears for ever;
What there is ours no tongue can tell.
Hunger nor thirft can pain us there,
The time of recompenfe is come,
Nor cold nor fcorching heat we bear,
Safe fhelter'd in our Saviour's home.
The Lamb is in the midft, and thofe
Who follow'd Him through fhame and woes,
Are crown'd with honour, joy and peace.
The dry bones gather life again,
One Sabbath over all ihall reign,
Wherein all toil and labour ceafe.
There is untroubled calm and light,
No gnawing care ihall mar our reft;
Ye weary, heed this word aright,
Come, lean upon your Saviour's breaft.




itrac   CerUmanica,.           97
Fain would I linger here no more,
Fain to yon happier world upfoar,
And join that bright expetant band.
Oh raife, my foul, the joyful fong
That rings through yon triumphant throng;
Thy perfect reft is nigh at hand.
KUNTH.  1733



198         iJra Oermanicka
THE ANNUNCIATION.
Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me
according to Thy word.-FRoM THE GOSPEL.
Y EA, my fpirit fain would fink
In Thy heart and hands, my God,
Waiting till Thou ihow the end
Of the ways that Thou haft trod;
Stripp'd of felf, how calm her reft
On her loving Father's breaft!
And my foul repineth not,
Well content whate'er befall;
Murmurs, withes, of felf-will,
They are flain and vanquifh'd all,
Reftlefs thoughts, that fret and crave,
Slumber in her Saviour's grave.
And my foul is free from care,
For her thoughts from all things ceafe
That can pierce like tharpeft thorns,
Wounding fore the inner peace.
He who made her careth well,
She but feeks in peace to dwell.
And my foul defpaireth not,
Loving God amid her woe;
Grief that wrings and breaks the heart
Only they who hate Him know:




Jra ~ermanica.               199
They who love Him fill poffefs
Comfort in their worft diftrefs.
And my foul complaineth not,
For fhe knows not pain or fear,
Clinging to her God in faith,
Trufting though He flay her here'Tis when flefh and blood repine,
Sun of joy, Thou canft not Ihine.
Thus my foul before her God
Lieth ftill, nor fpeaketh more,
Conqueror thus o'er pain and wrong,
That once fmote her to the core;
Like a filent ocean, bright
With her God's great praife and light.
WINKLER.  1713.




too           k~ra   ( ~lmanira.
ST. BARNABAS' DAY.
We preach unto you that ye hould turn from thefe
vanities unto the living God which made heaven, and
earth, and the fea, and all things that are therein: who
in time pall fuffered all nations to walk in their own
ways. Neverthelefs He left not Himfelf without witnefs, in that He did good, and gave us rain from
heaven, and fruitful feafons, filling our hearts with
food and gladnefs.-FRoM THE LESSON.
SHALL I not fing praife to Thee,
Shall I not give thanks, O Lord?
Since in every thing I fee
How Thy love keeps watch and ward
O'er us, how the trueft love
Ever fills Thy heart, my God,
Bearing, cheering, on their road,
All who in Thy fervice move.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
As the eagle o'er her neft
Spreads her lheltering wings abroad,
So from all that would moleft,
Doth Thine arm defend me, Lord;
From my youth up e'en till now,
Of the being Thou didit give,




iam (iermanica.               201
And the life that ftill I live,
Faithful Guardian ftill wert Thou.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
Nay He kept not back His Son,
But hath given Him for our good,
And our fafety He hath won
By the fhedding of His blood.
O Thou fathomlefs abyfs!
My weak powers but ftrive in vain,
Knowledge of Thy depths to gain,
Man knows not fuch love as this.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
And His Spirit, blefted Guide,
In His holy Word doth teach,
How on earth we may abide,
So that heaven at laft we reach;
Every longing heart doth fill
With the pure true light of faith,
That can break the bonds of death,
And control the powers of ill.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
Truly hath he cared indeed
For my foul's health, and no lefs
If my body fuffer need,
Will He help in my diftrefs.
When my ftrength and courage fail,
When my powers can do no more,
10*




202           Jv:a (ermanica.
Doth my God fuch ftrength outpour,
That I rife up and prevail.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
All the hoits of heaven and earth,
Hath He placed at my command,
Nowhere is there lack or dearth,
But I find in fea and land
All things order'd for my wants,
Living things in fields and woods,
On the heights or in the floods,
And the earth brings forth her plants.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
When I fleep my Guardian wakes,
And revives my wearied mind;
Every morning on me breaks
With fome mark of love moft kind;
Had my God not ftood my Friend,
Had His countenance not been
Here my guide, I had not feen
Many a trial reach its end.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
Often hath my crafty Foe
Threaten'd to bring down on me
Many a fore and heavy woe,
From which yet my life is free;
For the angel whom God fends,
Wards off every threaten'd hurt,




g2rta   cfrnilnita.      203
Every evil doth avert
That mine Enemy intends.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
As a father ne'er withdraws
From a child His all of love,
Though it often break his laws,
Though it carelefs, wilful, prove:
Even fo my loving Lord
Doth my faults with pity fee,
With His rod He chafteneth me,
Not avenging with His fword.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lifts for aye.
When His ftrokes upon me light,
Bitterly I feel their fmart,
Yet are they, if feen aright,
Tokens that my Father's heart
Yearns to bring me back again
Through thefe croffes to His fold,
From the world that fain would hold
Soul and body in its chain.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
All my life I ftill have found,
And I will forget it never,
Every forrow hath its bound,
And no crofs endures for ever.
After all the winter's fnows
Comes fweet fummer back again,




204          SCra   rermnaumtca.
Patient fouls ne'er wait in vain,
Joy is given for all their woes.
All things elfe have but their day,
God's love only lafts for aye.
Since then neither change nor end,
In Thy love can e'er have place,
Father! I befeech Thee fend
Unto me Thy loving grace.
Help Thy feeble child, and give
Strength to ferve Thee day and night,
Loving Thee with all my might,
While on earth I yet muft live;
So ihall I when Time is o'er,
Praife and love Thee evermore.
PAUL GERHARDT.   659.




gJ:ra   lermatnica.             205
ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS.
Are they not all miniftering fpirits, fent forth to
minifter for them that fhall be heirs of falvation?HEB. i. 14.
RAISE and thanks to Thee be fung,
Mighty God, in fweeteft tone!
Lo! from every land and tongue,
Nations gather round Thy throne,
Praifing Thee, that Thou dolt fend,
Daily from Thy Heaven above,
Angel-meffengers of love,
Who Thy threaten'd Church defend.
Who can offer worthily,
Lord of angels, praife to Thee!'Tis your office, Spirits bright,
Still to guard us night and day,
And before your heavenly might,
Powers of darknefs flee away;
Ever doth your unfeen hoft,
Camp around us, and avert
All that feek to do us hurt,
Curbing Satan's malice moit.
Lord, who then can worthily,
For fuch goodnefs honour Thee!
And ye come on ready wing,
When we drift toward lheer defpair,
Seeing nought where we might cling,
Suddenly, lo, ye are there!




206           fmra r0rniancra.
And the wearied heart grows ftrong,
As an angel Itrengthen'd Him,
Fainting in the garden dim,'Neath the world's vaft woe and wrong.
Lord, who then can worthily,
For fuch mercy honour Thee!
Right and feemly were it then
We mhould glory that our God
Hath fuch honour put on men,
That He fends o'er earth abroad
Princes of the realm above,
Champions, who by day and night,
Shield us with His holy might;
Come, behold how great His love!
Lord, who then can worthily,
For fuch favour honour Thee!
Praife and thanks to Thee be fung,
Mighty God, in fweeteft tone.
Lo! from every land and tongue,
Nations gather round Thy throne,
Praifing Thee, that Thou doft fend,
Hourly from Thy glorious fphere,
Angels down to help us here,
And Thy threaten'd Church defend.
Let us henceforth worthily,
Lord of angels, honour Thee.
RIST.  1655.




J  rc    jfermalnca.           207
ALL SAINTS' DAY.
Lo, a great multitude which no man could number,
of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues,
fiood before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed
with white robes, and palms in their hands; and cried
with a loud voice, faying, Salvation to our God which
fitteth upon the throne and unto the Lamb. —FRoM
THE EPISTLE.
W         X HO are thofe before God's throne,
What the crowned hoft I fee?
As the fky with flars thick-ftrown
Is their fhining company:
Hallelujahs, hark, they fing,
Solemn praife to God they bring.
Who are thofe that in their hands
Bear aloft the conqueror's palm,
As one o'er his foeman Itands,
Fallen beneath his mighty arm?
What the war and what the ftrife,
Whence came fuch viftorious life?
Who are thofe array'd in light,
Cloth'd in righteoufnefs divine,
Wearing robes moft pure and white,
That unftain'd fhall ever fhine,
That can nevermore decay;
Whence came all this bright array?




zo8            Jrae (earmanira.
They are thofe who, ftrong in faith,
Battled for the mighty God;
Conquerors o'er the world and death,
Following not Sin's crowded road;
Through the Lamb who once was flain,
Did they fuch high viEtory gain.
They are thofe who much have borne,
Trial, forrow, pain, and care,
Who have wreftled night and morn
With the mighty God in prayer;
Now their firife hath found its clofe,
God hath turn'd away their woes.
They are branches of that Stem,
Who hath our Salvation been,
In the blood He fhed for them,
Have they made their raiment clean;
Hence they wear fuch radiant drefs,
Clad in fpotlefs holinefs.
They are thofe who hourly here
Served as priefts before their Lord,
Offering up with gladfome cheer
Soul and body at His word.
Now within the Holy Place,
They behold Him face to face.
As the harts at noonday pant
For the river frefh and clear,
Did their fouls oft long and faint,
For the Living Fountain here.




rct aernanika.               209
Now their thirft is quench'd, they dwell
With the Lord they loved fo well.
Thitherwards I lfretch my hands,
O Lord Jefus; day by day,
In Thy houfe in thefe gfrange lands,
Compafs'd round with foes, I pray,
Let me fink not in the war,
Drive for me my foes afar.
Caft my lot in earth and heaven
With Thy faints made like to Thee,
Let my bonds be alfo riven,
Make Thy child who loves Thee free;
Near the throne where Thou doft fhine,
May a place at laft be mine.
Ah! that blifs can ne'er be told,
When with all that army bright,
Thee, my Sun, I fhall behold,
Shining ftar-like with Thy light.
Amen! Thanks be brought to Thee,
Praife through all eternity.
SCHENK. Died I727.








MORNING HYMNS.








Dvra oermanica.               213
MORNING HYMNS.
I.
G    OD who madeft earth and heaven,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,
Who the day and night haft given,
Sun and moon and ftarry hoft,
Thou whofe mighty hand maintains
Earth and all that fhe contains;
God, I thank Thee from my heart,
That through all the livelong night,
Thou haft kept me fafe apart
From all danger, pain, affright,
And the cunning of my foe,
Hath not wrought my overthrow.
Let the night of fin depart,
As this earthly night hath fled;
Jefus, take me to Thy heart,
In the blood that Thou haft Shed
Is my help and hope alone,
For the evil I have done.
Help me as each morn fhall break,
In the fpirit to arife,
Let my foul from fin awake,
That when o'er the aged fkies,
Thy great Judgment Day appear,
I may fee it free from fear.




214              ra cm  ermanica.
Ever lead me, ever guide
All my wanderings by Thy Word;
As Thou haft been, ftill abide
My defence, my refuge, Lord.
Never fafe except with Thee,
Ever Thou my Guardian be!
Mighty God, I now commend
Soul and body unto Thee,
All the powers that Thou doft lend,
By Thy hand direted be;
Thou my boaft, my ftrength divine,
Keep me with Thee, I am Thine.
Let Thine angel guard my foul
From the Evil One's dark power,
All his thoufand wiles control,
Warning, guiding me each hour,
Till my final reft be come,
And Thine angel bear me home.
HEINRICH ALBERT.   644II.
THE golden funbeams with their joyous gleams,
Are kindling o'er earth, her life and mirth,
Shedding forth lovely and heart-cheering light;
Through the dark hours' chill I lay filent and fill,
But rifen at length to gladnefs and ftrength,
I gaze on the heavens all glowing and bright.




ilnmra   ermanica.            215
Mine eyes now behold Thy works, that of old
And ever are telling to all men here dwelling,
How great is Thy glory, how wondrous Thy power;
They tell of the home where the faithful ihall come,
Who depart to that peace that can change not or
ceafe,
From earth where all paffeth as paffes the hour.
Come let us raife our voices, and praife
The Maker of all, at His feet let us fall,
Offering to Him again all He hath given;
The belt that is ours, our hearts and our powers,
Glad fongs that we fing Him, thanks that we
bring HimThefe are the incenfe moft grateful to Heaven.
Evening and morning thus ever He cares for us,
Bleffing, renewing, warding off ruin,
Thefe are His works, thus His goodnefs we prove;
When we are fleeping, watch He is keeping,
When we arife, He gladdens our eyes
With the funihine of mercy, the glow of His love.
All paffeth away, but God liveth aye,
And changeth in nought; eternal His Thought,
His Word and His Will are fteadfaft and fure;
Never His grace nor His mercy decays,
It heals the fad heart from its deadliefl fmart,
Giving it life that fhall ever endure.
God, Thou my crown! forgiving look down,
And hide from Thy face through Thy pitying
grace,




2i6          Km  (ojhercmanica.
All my tranfgreffions againft Thy command;
Henceforth oh rule me, guide me and fchool me,
As Thou feeft fit; my ways I commit
All to Thy pleafure, Thy merciful hand.
Crofles and forrow may end with the morrow,
Stormieft feas fhall fink into peace,
The wild winds are hufh'd, and the funihine returns;
So fulnefs of reft, and the calm of the bleft,
Are waiting me there, in that garden moft fair,
That home for which daily my fpirit here yearns.
PAUL GERHARDT.
1i.
COME, my foul, awake,'tis morning,
Day is dawning
O'er the earth, arife and pray;
Come, to Him who made this fplendour,
Thou muft render
All thy feeble powers can pay.
From the ftars now learn thy duty,
See their beauty
Paling in the golden air;
So God's light Thy mifts mhould banilh,
Thus fhould vanifh
What to darken'd fenfe feem'd fair.




jra.enrmanica.              217
See how everything that liveth,
Gladly itriveth
On the pleafant light to gaze;
Stirs with joy each thing that groweth,
As it knoweth
Darknefs finitten by its rays.
Soul, thy incenfe alfo proffer;
Thou fhouldft offer
Praife to Him, who from thy head
Kept afar the ftorms of forrow,
That the morrow
Finds the night in peace hath fled.
Bid Him blefs what thou art doing,
If purfuing
Some good aim; but if there lurks
Ill intent in thine endeavour,
May He ever
Thwart and turn thee from thy works.
Think that He, the All-difcerning,
Knows each turning
Of thy path, each finful ftain;
Nay what ihame would fain glofs over,
Can difcover;
All thou doll to Him is plain.
Bound unto the flying hours
Are our powers;
Earth's vain good floats down their wave,
That thy lhip, m9 foul, is hafting,
Never refting,
To its haven in the grave.
11




t 8           iera  Cemnania.
Pray that when thy life is clofing,
Calm repofing,
Thou mayft die, and not in pain;
That the night of death departed,
Thou glad-hearted,
Mayft behold the Sun again.
From God's glances lhtink thou never,
Meet them ever,
Who fubmits him to His grace,
Finds that earth no funihine knoweth
Such as gloweth
O'er his pathway all his days.
Wakeneft thou again to forrow,
Oh! then borrow
Strength from Him, whofe fun-like might
On the mountain-fummit tarries,
And yet carries
To the vales their mirth and light.
Round the gifts He on thee fhowers,
Fiery towers
Will He fet, be not afraid,
Thou ihalt dwell'mid angel legions,
In the regions
Satan's felf dares not invade.
VON CANITZ.  I654-I699.




Kjra ~ermanica.               219
IV.
DAYSPRING of Eternity!
Dawn on us this morning-tide.
Light from Light's exhauftlefs fea,
Now no more Thy radiance hide;
But difpel with glorious might
All our night.
Let the morning dew of love
On our fleeping confcience rain;
Gentle comfort from above
Flow through life's long parched plain;
Water daily us Thy flock
From the rock.
Let the glow of love deftroy
Cold obedience faintly given;
Wake our hearts to ftrength and joy
With the fluihing eaftern heaven,
Let us truly rife ere yet
Life hath iet.
Brighteft Star of eaftern fkies,
Let that final morn appear,
When our bodies too {hall rife
Free from all that pained them here,
Strong their joyful courfe to run
As the fun.




220           Jrat  Thrimanica.
To yon world be Thou our light,
0 Thou glorious Sun of grace;
Lead us through the tearful night,
To yon fair and bleffed place,
Where to joy that never dies
We ihall rife.
VON ROSENROTH.  1684.
V.
ONCE more from reft I rife again,
To greet a day of toil and pain,
My Heaven-appointed lot;
Unknowing what new grief may be
With this new day in ftore. for me,
But it fhall harm me not
I know full well; my loving God
Will fuffer not a hurtful load.
My burden every day is new,
But every day my God is true,
And all my cares hath borne;
Ere eventide can no man know
What Day hath brought of joy or woe,
And though it feem each morn
To fome new path of fuffering call,
With God I can furmount it all
Since this I know, oh wherefore fink,
My faithlefs heart? And why doft fhrink




jnra u  ervmanica.              221
To take thy load again?
Bear what thou canft, God bears thy lot,
The Lord of All, He flumbleth not;
Pure bleffing fhalt thou gain,
If thou with Him right onward go,
Nor fear to tread the path of woe.
My heart grows itrong, all fear muft fly
Whene'er I feel Thy love, Moft High,
Doth compafs me around;
But would I have Thee for my ihield,
No more to fin my foul muft yield,
But in Thy ways be found;
Thou God wilt never walk with me,
If I would turn afide from Thee.
Dear God, let me Thy guidance find,
I follow with a contrite mind,
Oh make me true and pure;
As a good foldier I will fight
This world of fin, and in Thy might
My viEtory is fure;
Then bravely I can meet each day,
And fear it not, come what come may.
My God and Lord, I caft on Thee
The load that weighs too fore on me,
The yoke'neath which I bow;
I lay my rank, my high command,
In my Almighty Father's hand,
Well knowing, Lord, that Thou
Wilt ne'er withdraw it, for Thy truth
Hath ever guided me from youth.




222         Era (ermanica.
To Thee my kindred I commend,
For they are fafe if Thou defend,
Oh guard them round about;
My finful foul would Ihelter take
In Jefu's bofom, for whofe fake
Thou wilt not caft her out;
When foul and body part at laft,
Then all myfelf.on Thee I caft.
ANTON ULRICH,
Duke of Brunfwick. 1667.




EVENING HYMNS.








fira  (ermanlia.              225
EVENING HYMNS.
I.
HE happy funihine all is gone,
The gloomy night comes fwiftly on;
But ihine Thou ftill, O Chrift our Light,
Nor let us lofe ourfelves in night.
We thank Thee, Father, that this day
Thy angels watch'd around our way,
Warding off harm and vexing fear;
Through them Thy goodnefs guards us here.
Lord, have we anger'd Thee to-day,
Remember not our fins, we pray,
But let Thy mercy o'er them fweep,
And give us calm and reftful fleep.
Thy angels guard our fleeping hours,
And keep afar all evil Powers;
And Thou all pain and mifchief ward
From foul and body, faithful Lord!
N. HERMANN.  1560.
II*




z26.tlra  (Jermania.
I.
Now reft the woods again,
Man, cattle, town and plain,
The world all fleeping lies.
But fleep not yet, my foul,
For He who made this Whole,
Loves that thy prayers to Him arife.
O Sun, where is Thy glow?
Thou'rt fled before thy foe,
Thou yieldeft to the night.
Farewell, a better Sun,
My Jefus, hath begun
To fill my heart with joy and light.
The long bright day is paft,
The golden ftars at laft
Beftud the dark-blue heaven;
And like a ftar ihall I
For ever Ihine on high,
When my releafe from earth is given,
My body haftes to reft,
My weary limbs undreft,
I put away thefe figns
Of our mortality;
Once Chrift Ihall give to me
That fpotlefs robe that ever ihines,




ra  Q(ermanirc.               227
My head and hands and feet
Their reft with gladnefs greet,
And know their work is o'er;
My heart, thou too fhalt be
From finful works fet free,
Nor pine in weary forrow more.
Ye limbs with toil opprefs'd,
Go now and take your reft,
For quiet fleep ye crave.
Ere many a day is fled,
Ye'll find a narrower bed
And longer fumber in the grave.
My heavy eyes muft clofe,
Seal'd up in deep repofe,
Where is my fafety then?
Do Thou Thy mercy fend,
My helplefs hours defend,
Thou fleeplefs Eye, that watcheft over men.
Jefus, my joy, now fpread
Thy wings above my head,
To fhield Thy little one.
Would Satan work me wrong,
Oh! be Thy angels' fong,
" To him no evil fhall be done."
My loved ones all, good night!
No grief or danger light
On your defencelefs heads.
God fend you happy fleep,
And let His angels keep
Watch golden-arm'd around your beds!
PAUL GERHARDT.  I653.




228        itCra  cermanira.
III.
THE day expires;
My foul defires
And pants to fee that day,
When whate'er hath vex'd her ho'
Shall be done away.
The night is here,
Oh! be Thou near;
Chrift, make it light within;
Drive away from out my heart
All the night of fin.
The funbeams pale,
And flee and fail;
O uncreated Sun!
Let Thy light now ihine on us,
Then our joy were won.
All things that move
Below, above,
Now with fleep are bleft;
Work Thou ftill in me while I
Calmly in Thee reft.
When lhall the fway
Of night and day,
Ceafe to rule man thus?
When that brighteft day of days
Once hall dawn on us.




iCzra ~ermanka.              229
Ah! never then
Her light again
Jerufalem lhall mifs,
For the Lamb fhall be her Light,
Filling her with blifs.
Oh were I there!
Where all the air
With lovely founds is ringing;
Where the faints Thee, Holy Lord,
Evermore are finging!
Lord Jefus, Thou
My reft art now,
Oh help me that I come,
Radiant with Thy light to Ihine
In Thy glorious home!
FREYLINGHAUSEN.  I704.
IV.
THE moon hath rifen on high,
And in the clear dark fky
The golden itars all brightly glow;
And black and hufh'd the woods,
While o'er the fields and floods
The white milts hover to and fro.
How till the earth! how calm!
What dear and home-like charm




230          KAra  termnanira.
From filent twilight doth fhe borrow!
Like to fome quiet room,
Where wrapt in frill foft gloom,
We fleep away the daylight's forrow.
Look up; the moon to-night
Shows us but half her light,
And yet we know her round and fair.
At other things how oft
We in our blindnefs fcoff'd,
Becaufe we faw not what was there.
We haughty fons of men
Have but a narrow ken,
We are but finners poor and weak.
Yet airy dreams we build,
And deem us wife and fkill'd,
And come not nearer what we feek.
Thy mercy let us fee,
Nor find in vanity
Our joy; nor truft in what departs;
But true and fimple grow,
And live to Thee below
With funny pure and childlike hearts.
Let death all gently come
At laft to take us home,
And let us meet him fearlefsly;
And when thefe bonds are riven,
Oh take us to Thy heaven,
Our Lord and God, to dwell with Thee.




I FVra  lermanca.              231
We fink to flumber now
Lord, in Thy name; do Thou
Forgive our fins, and o'er our heads
Keep watch the livelong night,
And let foft fleep alight
On us, and on all fick and painful beds.
CLAUDIUS.  1782.








FOR THE SICK AND DYING.








Jra  c  ermania.              23
FOR THE SICK AND DYING.
I.
IN the midft of life, behold
Death has girt us round.
Whom for help then ihall we pray,
Where ihall grace be found?
In Thee, O Lord, alone!
We rue the evil we have done,
That Thy wrath on us hath drawn.
Holy Lord and God!
Strong and Holy God!
Merciful and Holy Saviour!
Eternal God!
Sink us not beneath
Bitter pains of endlefs death,
Kyrie eleifon.
In the midft of death the jaws
Of hell againft us gape.
Who from peril dire as this
Openeth us efcape?'Tis Thou, 0 Lord, alone!
Our bitter fuffering and our fin
Pity from Thy mercy win,
Holy Lord and God!
Strong and holy God!
Merciful and holy Saviour!




236             ura (iecrmanica.
Eternal God!
Let us not defpair
For the fire that burneth there,
Kyrie eleifon!
In the midft of hell our fins
Drive us to defpair;
Whither ihall we flee from them?
Where is refuge, where?
In Thee, Lord Chrift, alone!
For Thou haft ihed Thy precious blood,
All our fins Thou makeft good,
Holy Lord and God!
Strong and holy God!
Merciful and holy Saviour!
Eternal God!
Let us never fall
From the true faith's hope for all,
Kyrie eleifon!
NOTKER tr. by LUTHER.
Written about 9oo, tr. I524.
I.
GOD! whom I as love have known,
Thou haft ficknefs laid on me,
And thefe pains are fent of Thee,
Under which I burn and moan;
Let them burn away the fin,
That too oft hath check'd the love




Imra  (tItnanUca,             237
Wherewith Thou my heart wouldft move,
When Thy Spirit works within!
In my weaknefs be Thou Strong,
Be Thou fweet when I am fad,
Let me Rill in Thee be glad,
Though my pains be keen and long.
All that plagues my body now,
All that wafteth me away,
Preffing on me night and day,
Love hath fent, for Love art Thou!
Suffering is the work now fent,
Nothing can I do but lie
Suffering as the hours go by;
All my powers to this are bent.
Suffering is my gain; I bow
To my heavenly Father's will,
And receive it hufh'd and flill;
Suffering is my worihip now.
God! I take it from Thy hand
As a fign of love, I know
Thou wouldft perfect me through woe,
Till I pure before Thee fiand.
All refreshment, all the food
Given me for the body's need,
Comes from Thee, who lov'ft indeed,
Comes from Thee, for Thou art good.
Let my foul beneath her load
Faint not through the o'erwearied flefh,




238          Kr2a  ~ermanlta.
Let her hourly drink afrefh
Love and peace from Thee, my God.
Let the body's pain and finart
Hinder not her flight to Thee,
Nor the calm Thou giveft me;
Keep Thou up the finking heart.
Grant me never to complain,
Make me to Thy will refign'd,
With a quiet, humble mind,
Cheerful on my bed of pain.
In the flefh who fuffers thus,
Shall be purified from fin,
And the foul renew'd within;
Therefore pain is laid on us.
I commend to Thee my life,
And my body to the crofs;
Never let me think it lofs
That I thus am freed from ftrife —
Wholly Thine; my faith is fure
Whether life or death be mine,
I am fafe if I am Thine;
For'tis Love that makes me pure.
RICHTER.  1713.




ira  (iermanMca.              239
III.
WHEN the laft agony draws nigh,
My fpirit finks in bitter fear:
Courage! I conquer though I die,
For Chrift with Death once wreftled here.
Thy ftrife, 0 Chrift, with Death's dark power
Upholds me in this fearful hour.
In faith I hide myfelf in Thee,
I ihall not perifh in the ftrife;
I ihare Thy war, Thy viftory,
And Death is fwallow'd up in Life.
Thy ftrife, O Chrift, with Death of yore
Hath conquer'd, and I fear no more.
ANON.
IV.
LORD Jefus Chrift, true Man and God,
Who boreft anguish, fcorn, the rod,
And diedftat laft upon the tree,
To bring Thy Father's grace to me;
I pray Thee through that bitter woe,
Let me, a finner, mercy know.




24-0          fra  i(ermanica.
When comes the hour of failing breath,
And I muft wrelfle, Lord, with death,
When from my fight all fades away,
And when my tongue no more can fay,
And when mine ears no more can hear,
And when my heart is rack'd with fear;
When all my mind is darken'd o'er,
And human help can do no more,
Then come, Lord Jefus, come with fpeed,
And help me in my hour of need,
Lead me from this dark vale beneath,
And ihorten then the pangs of death.
All evil fpirits drive away,
But let Thy Spirit with me flay
Until my foul the body leave;
Then in Thy hands my foul receive,
And let the earth my body keep,
Till the Laft Day fhall break its fleep.
Joyful my refurreftion be,
Thou in the Judgment plead for me,
And hide my fins, Lord, from Thy face,
And give me Life of Thy dear grace!
I truft Thee utterly, my Lord,
For Thou haft promifed in Thy Word:
"In truth I tell you, who receives
My word, and keeps it, and believes,
Shall never fall God's wrath beneath,
Shall never tafte eternal death;




iCJra Kervmnica-.              241
Though here on earth, in time, he die,
He is not therefore loft; for I
Will come, and with a mighty hand
Will break away Death's Urongeft band,
And lift him hence that he ihall be
For ever in my realm with Me.
For ever living there in blifs."
Ah let us not that glory mifs!
Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt,
Help us to wait until Thou wilt
That we aepart; and let our faith
Be brave and conquer e'en in death,
Firm refting on Thy facred word,
Until we fleep in Thee, our Lord.
PAUL EBER.  1557,
V.
Go and dig my grave to-day!
Weary of my wanderings all,
Now from earth I pafs away,
For the heavenly peace doth call;
Angel voices from above
Call me to their reft and love.
Go and dig my grave to-day!
Homeward doth my journey tend,
And I lay my ftaff away
Here where all things earthly end,
And I lay my weary head
In the only painlefs bed.
12




242           itra   Jermani.a,
What is there I yet fhould do,
Lingering in this darkfome vale?
Proud, and mighty, fair to view,
Are our fchemes, and yet they fail,
Like the fand before the wind,
That no power of man can bind.
Farewell earth then; I am glad
That in peace I now depart,
For thy very joys are fad,
And thy hopes deceive the heart!
Fleeting is thy beauty's gleam,
Falfe and changing as a dream.
And to you a laft good night,
Sun and moon and ftars fo dear;
Farewell all your golden light;
I am travelling far from here,
To the fplendours of that day
Where ye all muft fade away.
Farewell, O ye much-loved friends!
Grief hath fmote you as a fword,
But the Comforter defcends
Unto them who love the Lord.
Weep not o'er a paffing fhow,
To th' eternal world I go.
Weep not that I take my leave
Of the world; that I exchange
Errors that too clofely cleave,
Shadows, empty ghofts that range




ircm  (tremania.              243
Through this world of nought and night,
For a land of truth and light.
Weep not, deareft to my heart,
For I find my Saviour near,
And I know that I have part
In the pains He fuffer'd here,
When He fhed His facred blood
For the whole world's higheft good.
Weep not, my Redeemer lives;
Heavenward fpringing from the duft,
Clear-eyed Hope her comfort gives;
Faith, Heaven's champion, bids us truft;
Love eternal whifpers nigh,
"Child of God, fear not to die!"
E. M. ARNDT.
VI.
THEN I have conquer'd; then at laft
My courfe is run, good night!
I am well pleafed that it is paft;
A thoufand times, good night!
But ye, dear friends, whom I muft leave,
Look not thus anxioufly;
Why fhould ye thus lament and grieve?
It ftandeth well with me.




244             gra c     ~iermaniat.
Farewell, O anguifh, pain, and fear,
Farewell, farewell for ever!
It glads my heart to leave you here,
Redeem'd from you for ever!
Henceforth a life of joy I fhare,
In my Creator's hand;
None of the griefs can touch me there,
That haunt this lower land.
Who yet o'er earth in time muft roam,
Not yet from error free,
Scarce lifp the language of our home,
The glad eternity.
Far better is a happy death,
Than worldly life, I trow;
The weaknefs once I fank beneath,
I never more fhall know.
Lay on my coffin many a wreath,
For conquerors wreath'd are feen;
And lo! my foul attains through death
The crown of evergreen,
That blooms in fadelefs groves of heaven;
And this fair vitor's crown,
That mighty Son of God hath given,
Who for my fake came down.'Twas but awhile that I was fent
To dwell among you here;
Now God refumes what He hath lent,
Oh grieve not o'er my bier;




iCra Ciermanic.                 245
But fay,'twas given at His command
Who takes it, He is juft;
Our life and death are in His hand,
His fervants can but truft.
That ye mhould fee my grave, alas!
Shows we are frail indeed;
That it fo foon ihould come to pafs,
Our Father hath decreed;
And He your bitter grief ihall Itill.
Think not too young am I,
For he who dies as God doth will,
Is old enough to die.
Farewell, thou dear, dear foul, farewell!
To thofe fweet pleafures go,
That we who mourning here muff dwell,
Not yet, alas! can know.
Ah when fhall that great day be come,
When thefe things fade away,
And thou {halt bid us welcome home;
Would God it were to-day!
SACER.  i665.
VII.
MY God, to Thee I now commend
My foul; for Thou, O Lord,
Doft live and love me without end,
And wilt perform Thy word.




246         Cvra Qermanica.
To whom elfe ihould I make my plea,
That heavenly life be mine?
All fouls, my God, belong to Thee,
My foul is alfo Thine.
Thou gav'ft my fpirit at my birth,
Take back what Thou haft given;
And with the Lord I ferved on earth,
Grant me to live in heaven.
My foul is Sprinkled o'er with blood
Thy Son hath fhed for us,
And in Thy fight is pure and good,
Adorn'd and radiant thus.
Thou my deliverer waft of yore,
From fin Thou mad'ft me free,
Now, faithful God, doft Thou once more
In death deliver me.
Thou liv'ft and loveft without end,
And doft perform Thy word;
My paffing foul I now commend
To Thee, my God and Lord!
HILLER. 1765.




FOR THE BURIAL OF
THE DEAD.








iCZra  i5rmtanica.            249
FOR THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD.
I.
O    H WEEP not, mourn not o'er this bier,
On fuch death none lhould look with fear;
He died as dies a Chriftian man,
And with his death true life began.
Coffin and grave we deck with care,
His body reverently we bear,
It is not dead but refs in God,
And foftly fleeps beneath the foi,
It feems as all were over now,The heavy limbs, the foullefs brow,Yet through thefe rigid limbs once more
A nobler life, ere long, fhall pour.
Thefe dead dry bones again ihall feel
New warmth and vigour through them lHeal;
Reknit and living they ihall foar
On high where Chrift lives evermore.
This body, lying ftiff and tark,
Shall rife unharm'd from out the dark,
And fwiftly mount up through the ikies,
Even as the fpirit heavenwards flies.
12*




250            ura Q~ermanica.
The buried grain of wheat muft die,
Wither'd and worthlefs long muft lie,
Yet fprings to light all fweet and fair,
And proper fruits ihall richly bear:
Even fo this body made of duft,
To earth we once again entruft,
And painlefs it fhall flumber here,
Until the Laft Great Day appear.
God breathed into this houfe of clay
The fpirit that hath pafs'd away,
Chrift gave the true courageous mind,
The noble heart, ye no more find.
Now earth has hid it from our eyes,
Till God fhall bid it wake and rife,
Who ne'er the creature will forget,
On whom His image He hath fet.
Ah would that promifed Day were here,
When Chrift ihall once again appear;
Then ihall He call, nor one be loft,
To endlefs life earth's buried hoft.
N. HERMANN.  I 560.
After Prudentius.
II.
Now refts her foul in Jefu's arms,
Her body in the grave fleeps well,
His heart her death-chill'd heart re-warms,
And reft more deep than tongue can tell,



iCr^a   (ermanica.             25
Her few brief hours of confli& pafs'd,She finds with Chrift, her Friend, at laft;
She bathes in tranquil feas of peace,
God wipes away her tears, fhe feels
New life that all her languor heals,
The glory of the Lamb fhe fees.
She hath efcaped all danger now,
Her pain and fighing all are fled;
The crown of joy is on her brow,
Eternal glories o'er her fhed,
In golden robes, a queen, a bride,
She ftandeth at her Sovereign's fide,
She fees His face unveil'd and bright;
With joy and love He greets her foul,
She feels herfelf made inly whole,
A leffer light amid His light.
The child hath now its Father feen,
And feels what kindling love may be,
And knoweth what thofe words may mean,
"Himfelf, the Father, loveth thee."
A fhorelefs ocean, an abyfs
Unfathom'd, fill'd with good and blifs,
Now breaks on her enraptured fight;
She fees God's face, fhe learneth there
What this fhall be, to be His heir,
Joint-heir with Chrift her Lord, in light.
The body refts, its labours over,
And fleeps till Chrift {hall bid it wake;
The duft that earth and darknefs cover,
Then as a fun its tomb fhall break.




252           Ira m    rmn'anlica.
Ah with what joy it rifes then
To meet the perfe& foul again!
Redeem'd from death, no more to fever,
At that great marriage feaft Ihall they
With all the faints their homage pay,
And worihip there the Lamb for ever.
We who yet wander through the wafte,
In faith long after thee on high;
While here the bread of tears we tate,
We think upon that home of joy,
Where we (who knows how foon?) Ihall meet
With all the faints at Jefu's feet,
And dwell with Him for ever there.
We fhall fee God; how deep the blifs
We know not yet that lies in this;
Lord Jefus, come, our hearts prepare!
ALLENDORF.  1725.
III.
OH how blefled, faithful fouls, are ye,
Who have paired through death; your God ye fee;
Efcaped at laft
From all the forrows that yet hold us faRt!
Here as in a prifon we are bound,
Care and fear, and terrors hem us round,
And all we know
It is but toil and grief of heart below.




ram  _(ermanilca.            253
While that ye are refting in your home,
Safe from pain, all mifery o'ercome,
No grief or crofs
Mixes with yonder joys to work you lofs.
Chrift doth wipe away your every tear,
Ye pofefse what we but long for here,
To you is fung
The fong that ne'er through mortal ears hath rung.
Who is there that would not gladly die,
Changing earth for fuch a home on high,
Or who would flay
To toil amid thefe forrows night and day?
Come, 0 Chrift, releafe us from our poll,
Lead us quickly hence to yonder hoft,
Whofe battle won,
Now drink in joy and blifs from Thee our Sun.
SIMON DACH.  1650.








INDEX.
The numbers on the left hand are the numbers of the
original hymns in the "Verfuch eines allgemeinen
Gefang und Gebet Buchs," from which thefe hymns
are tranflated.
No.                                        Page
170. AH wounded Head! Muft Thou.           80
5 I. Alas, dear Lord, what evil hall Thou done 77
135. All ye Gentile lands awake!..   30
88I. Am I a ftranger here, on earth alone. 57
298. Awake, 0 man, and from thee fhake.   6I
493. Awake, thou carelefs world, awake.   4
627. Awake, Thou Spirit, who of old..  41
428. Be thou content....   156
532. Chrift, Thou the champion of the band   o05
787. Come, brethren, let us go...   6
74. Come deck our feaft to-day...   Io
21 1. Come, Holy Spirit, God and Lord.  I 7
24. Come, my foul, awake,'tis morning. 216
z26. Come to Thy temple here on earth.  I13
468. Cometh funihine after rain...100
23. Day-fpring of Eternity... 219
824. Dear foul, couldft thou become a child.22
839. Eternity! Eternity!...       26
239. Fear not, 0 little flock, the foe..   17
+03. Follow me, in me ye live...  188
924. From heaven above to earth I come.   12




256
580. Great High-prieft who deigndft to be.   32
436. God liveth ever!..33
235. God is our ftronghold firm and fure.  173
I5. God who madeft earth and heaven. 213
884. God! whom I as love have known. 236
638. Go and dig my grave to-day. 24
847. Go forth, my heart, and feek delight.  136
480. Heart and heart together bound..124
788. Heavenward doth our journey tend.  Io8
292. Here, 0 my God, I caft me at Thy feet   63
87. Hofanna to the Son of David! Raife. 67
* How bleft to all Thy followers, Lord, the
road....  75
76. How ihall I meet Thee? How my heart    7
780. If Thou, True Life, wilt in me live.  I9
429. If God be on my fide...       130
i79. In the bonds of death He lay..   87
481. In the midit of life, behold... 235
800. I will not let Thee go...   59
194. Jefus my Redeemer lives...   93
877. Leave all to God...        59
435. Leave God to order all thy ways. 152
412. Let who will in thee rejoice...  180
79. Lift up your heads ye mighty gates. 
i4I. Light of the Gentile world...  193
708. Long in the fpirit world my foul had fought I9 
482. Lord Jefus Chrift, true Man and God. 239
734. Lord, on earth I dwell in pain..  Io6
152. Lord! Thy death and paflion give.   72
497. Loving Shepherd, kind and true..   98
825. Many a gift did Chrift impart..   50
413. Moft High and Holy Trinity!..    9
* No. 156 in the fmaller collection.




flnet.                  257
914. My God! lo here before Thy face.   38
907. My God, to Thee I now commend.245
76I. My Saviour, what Thou didft of old.   53
848. Nothing fair on earth I fee...48
29. Not in anger finite us, Lord..   55
9I2. Now refts her foul in Jefu's arms.. 250
5. Now reft the woods again... 226
473. 0 Crofs, we hail thy bitter reign..   5
346. 0 Friend of fouls, how well is me.  47
414. 0 God, I long Thy light to fee..   45
727. 0 Glorious Head: Thou liveft now       89
739. 0 God, O Spirit, Light of all that live.  140
2I9. 0 Holy Ghoft, Thou Fire Divine.  103
113. 0 Thou Effential Word..    I5
30. 0 watchman, will the night of fin.. 
240. Oh how bleffed, faithful fouls, are ye. 252
846. Oh would I had a thoufand tongues.   70
632. Oh weep not, mourn not o'er this bier. 249
402. Oh well for him who all things braves.  167
394. One thing is needful....   83
882. Once more from reft I rife again..220
747-  On wings of faith, ye thoughts fly hence  121
282. Out of the depths I cry to Thee..   65
233. Praife and thanks to Thee be fung. 205
777. Pure Effence! Spotlefs Fount of Light.   43
* Reft of the weary! Thou...   8
78. Redeemer of the nations! Come.       186
3 6. Shall I not fing praife to Thee.      200
806. Strive, when thou art call'd of God.  46
102. Thee, O Immanuel, we praife..  24
60. The day expires.....228
* No. 73 in the inaller colleftion.




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I9. The golden funbeams...       214
46. The happy funihine all is gone.. 225
697. The moon hath rifen on high. 22z
640. Then I have conquered; then at laft   243
865. Though all to Thee were faithlefs..  165
i65. Thou Holieft Love, whom moft I love.   83
340. Thou weepeft o'er Jerufalem..   70
372. Thy Word, 0 Lord, like gentle dews.   36
663. Welcome, Thou viefor in the ftrife.   9I
855. Well for him who all things lofing.  134
352. What had I been if Thou wert not.  96
795. What within me and without..   26
54. When forrow and remorfe...   7
888. When the laft agony draws nigh.. 239
667. Who are thofe before God's Throne     207
460. Who feeks in weaknefs an excufe..   49
807. Why halteft thus, deluded heart.     142
812. Wouldft thou inherit life with Chrift.  129
449. Yea, my fpirit fain would fink..  i98
5oi. Yes, there remaineth yet a reft..  195
THE END.