THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 Cljrci 
 
 SECOND SERIES : 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.
 
 Cgra (fttrmamca : 
 
 SECOND SERIES' 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, 
 
 TRANy.ATED FROM THF GERMAN BY 
 
 CATHERINE WINKWORTH. 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 
 ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH, 
 No. 683 BROADWAY, 
 
 1861.
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 jHOSE who are beft acquainted with the 
 rich {lores of German hymnology will 
 feel the leaft furprife at the appearance of 
 a fecond feries of Tranflations from the fame fource. 
 Many excellent and claffical compofitions were 
 neceflarily excluded from the plan of the former 
 volume, which it was felt would {till be no lefs ac- 
 ceptable than thofe already tranflated, to Englifli 
 Chriftians. In this feries therefore hymns are 
 admitted of a more perfonal and individual charac- 
 ter than in the former, hymns adapted to particular 
 circumflances or periods of life, and to peculiar 
 ftates of feeling. At the fame time many will be 
 found of fufficiently comprehenfive import to be 
 fuited for congregational finging, and will be recog- 
 nized by thofe familiar with the fervices of the Ger- 
 man Church as conftantly ufed there in public wor- 
 fhip, efpccially thofe on pages 194, 196, 226, and 
 
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 vi preface. 
 
 99. The firft of thefe indeed holds in Germany, 
 with its fine old tune, much the fame place as the 
 Old Hundredth with us. The fecond is remarka- 
 ble as being, as far as we know, the only hymn of 
 its author, a man of confideration and wealth in 
 Frankfort. It was publilhed without his name, and 
 as it immediately became popular it was afcribed at 
 firft to Hugo Grotius, and other celebrated authors. 
 The third is one of the well-known hymns of 
 Joachim Neander, the moft important hymn-writer 
 of the German Reformed Church, whofe produc- 
 tions are marked by great depth and tendernefs of 
 feeling. 
 
 Moft of the hymns under the laft two divifions 
 of this feries are popular in Proteftant Germany in 
 the trueft fenfe of the word, to be found in the 
 well-worn hymns-books of every cottage home, or 
 heard as the village funeral pafles on to the " court 
 of peace." It will be obferved that one of the 
 hymns for the burial of the dead bears the name of 
 Michael Weifs, and that fome others are defignated 
 as belonging to the Bohemian Brethren. Thefe are 
 productions of that ancient Church which exifted
 
 preface. vii 
 
 in Bohemia from the firft introduction of Christi- 
 anity into that country by two Greek monks of the 
 eighth century. In the eleventh century it formed 
 itfelf into a feparate community, diftinguimed from 
 the Roman Church in Bohemia, among other things, 
 by the celebration of public worfhip according to 
 the native ritual and in the vulgar tongue. After 
 fuffering bitter perfecutions under various Popes, in 
 one of which John Hufs was burnt in 1415, in 
 1453 its remaining members, including men of all 
 clafles, withdrew to a diftricl: affigned to them on 
 the borders of Silefia and Moravia, where we find 
 them, fifty years later, numbering about two hun- 
 dred congregations, under the name of Brethren or 
 United Brethren. But here too fierce perfecutions 
 followed them ; their countrymen were incited 
 from the pulpits to hunt them down like wild 
 beafts ; and in 1508, defpairing of peace at home, 
 they fent out four meflengers to fearch whether 
 anywhere a Chriftian people might be found, ferv- 
 ing Chrift truly, into whofe communion they might 
 aflc admiflion. One of thefe brethren went to 
 Ruflia, one to Greece, one to Bulgaria, and one to
 
 viii JJrcfocc. 
 
 Paleftine and Egypt; but they all returned unfuo 
 cefsful, no fuch Chriftian people had they found. 
 Two more were then fent to the Waldenfes in 
 France and Italy, but they too brought back noth- 
 ing but admonitions to patience and fteadfaftnefs. 
 The Brethren therefore remained in their own 
 country, and occupied themfelves in printing the 
 Bible, no fewer than three editions having been 
 publifhed in Bohemian before the Reformation. 
 The dawn of that great event filled them with joy, 
 and in 1522 they fent two meflengers to Luther to 
 greet him and afk his advice, one of whom was 
 Michael Weifs. In 1531 Michael Weifs publifhed 
 the hymns of the Bohemian Brethren tranflated 
 into German, with the addition of feveral of his 
 own. They pafled through many editions, and 
 fome of them were introduced into Luther's hymn- 
 book. They have great warmth of feeling, and 
 direclnefs of expreffion, often with intricate metres, 
 and are marked by frequent pathetic reference to 
 the troubles of this Church, and by a ftrong fenfe 
 of the living union of Chriftians with each other 
 and their Head. The fubfequent fettlement of the
 
 iprtfcue. 
 
 IX 
 
 fmall remnant of this Church on Count Zinzen- 
 dorPs eftates in Saxony, and its rapid growth and 
 fpread into other countries are well known. That 
 the fpirit of Chriftian poetry ftill lives among them 
 in modern times is proved by the names of Zinzen- 
 dorf, Chriftian Gregor, L. von Hayn, Spangenberg, 
 and Albertini.* 
 
 As the object of this work is chiefly devotional, 
 the hymns are arranged according to their fubjefts, 
 not in chronological order, and have been felefted 
 for their warmth of feeling and depth of Chriftian 
 experience, rather than as fpecimens of a particular 
 mafter or fchool. Still it is believed that thefe two 
 feries afford on the whole fair examples of moft of 
 the principal writers, not of courfe without omif- 
 fions, fince only about two hundred and twenty 
 hymns are given from a literature containing feveral 
 thoufands. Of Luther none are given in this feries, 
 (unlefs that hymn known as " Queen Maria of ' 
 Hungary's fong" were written by him for that prin- 
 
 * Sec Bunfen's larger Gefangbuch, and Sketch of 
 the Hiftory of the Church of the United Brethren 
 by James Montgomery.
 
 x Jlrrfacc. 
 
 cefs,) for thofe productions of his which no collec- 
 tion of German hymns could omit, had been 
 already inferted in the previous volume, and there 
 feemed the lefs neceffity for introducing any of 
 minor importance, as all his hymns are acceffible 
 to the Englifh reader in the excellent tranflation of 
 Mr. Maffie.* 
 
 The writers perhaps the leaft fully reprefented, 
 are Gellert, Klopftock, and others of the middle 
 and latter half of the laft century, whofe produc- 
 tions conftitute a large proportion of moft of the 
 collections made fifty or fixty years ago. But thefe 
 hymns are, for the moft part, either of a purely re- 
 flective or didaftic character, or in very many 
 inftances are merely verfions of more ancient hymns, 
 fmoothed down to a dead level of tame correftnefs 
 in form, and robbed of their original fervour and 
 ftrength. Gellert, however, appreciated the charac- 
 * teriftic excellences of the ancient hymns, and his 
 own have high merit, as leflbns of Chriftian duty, 
 
 * Spiritual Songs of Luther, tranflated by R. 
 Maffie, Efq.
 
 or paraphrafes of Scripture, exprefled in fimple, 
 clear, and unaffefted verfe, fometimes with much 
 true poetic feeling. Yet while they thus fupplied 
 a want among the hymns of his country, which, 
 during the laft century efpecially, had loft that 
 direft application to real life which makes a hymn 
 fpeak to the hearts of all, and have therefore 
 become very popular in Germany, yet for the fame 
 reafon they more nearly refemble what we already 
 poflefs in our own language. 
 
 There is a very large fchool of hymn-writers 
 fpringing up in Germany at the prefent day, whofe 
 works are diftinguilhed by much thoughtful feeling 
 and great fluency and fweetnefs of expreffion. In 
 general, however, thefe hymns are fuited rather to 
 private reading, than congregational finging ; the 
 length of the. lines, and the reflective tone of 
 thought, deprive them of that ftrength and fimple 
 grandeur which many of the older hymns poflefs. 
 Specimens are given here from Spitta, Puchta, 
 Knapp, Henfel, and others ; thofe hymns to which 
 no dates are affixed being written by authors living 
 or very recently deceafcd.
 
 xii preface. 
 
 The hymns in this feries have been chofen from 
 various fources, moft of them being fuch as would 
 be found in any ftandard collection. The greater 
 number, however, are taken from Bunfen's " Ver- 
 fuch eines allgemeinen Gefang und Gebet buchs," a 
 collection diftinguimed above moft others by its 
 wide range of Chriftian experience and fympathy, 
 and the poetic merit of the verfions it gives. The 
 fhort notices prefixed to fome of thefe hymns are 
 derived from the fame fource. 
 
 One or two verfes have been omitted in feveral 
 of the hymns, for in many inftances even fine 
 hymns are weakened by repetition, or disfigured by 
 verfes of decidedle inferior merits ; this is efpecially 
 the cafe with Paul Gerhardt, notwithftanding the 
 remarkable beauty of his works. The original 
 metre has been almoft invariably 'maintained ; in 
 fome hymns metres ftrange to our ears have been 
 preferved with care for the fake of the fine chorales 
 attached to them. 
 
 Alderley Edge, 
 May ipth, 1858.
 
 preface. xiii 
 
 * s|c * From the frequent inquiries received from 
 clergymen and others for tunes adapted to thefe 
 hymns, it has been determined to bring out an 
 edition of the work, containing fome of the fine 
 old German chorales to which in their own coun- 
 try they are fung by vafl congregations, arranged 
 for ufe in choirs and families.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 AIDS OF THE CHURCH. 
 
 HOLY SEASONS. Page 
 
 Advent 21 
 
 Chriftmas 37 
 
 Epiphany 41 
 
 Paffion Week 49 
 
 Eafter 62 
 
 Afcenfion 73 
 
 Whitfuntide 81 
 
 Trinity . 91 
 
 SERVICES. 
 
 Morning Prayer 97 
 
 Evening Prayer no 
 
 Baptifm 122 
 
 The Holy Communion 131 
 
 For Travellers 1 43 
 
 At the Burial of the Dead 161 
 
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 PART II. 
 
 THE INNER LIFE. 
 
 Penitence 175 
 
 Praife and Thankfgiving 194 
 
 The Life of Faith 212 
 
 Songs of the Crofs 236 
 
 The Final Conflift and Heaven . 266
 
 LYRA GERMANICA,
 
 PART I. 
 
 AIDS OF THE CHURCH 
 
 I. HOLY SEASONS. 
 
 II. SERVICES.
 
 ADVENT. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE ' DAYSPRING FROM ON HIGH. 
 
 E heavens, oh hafte your dews to med, 
 Ye clouds, rain gladnefs on our head, 
 Thou earth, behold the time of grace, 
 And bloflbm forth in righteoufnefs ! 
 
 O living Sun, with joy break forth, 
 And pierce the gloomy clefts of earth ; 
 Behold, the mountains melt away 
 Like wax beneath thine ardent ray ! 
 
 O Life-dew of the Churches, come, 
 And bid this arid defert bloom ! 
 The forrows of Thy people fee, 
 And take our human flefh on Thee. 
 
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 Refrem the parch'd and drooping mind, 
 The broken limb in mercy bind, 
 Us tinners from our guilt releafe, 
 And fill us with Thy heavenly peace. 
 
 O wonder 1 night no more is night ! 
 Comes then at laft the long'd-for light ? 
 Ah yes, Thou mineft, O true Sun, 
 In whom are God and man made one ! 
 
 }. FRANCK. 1653.
 
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 II. 
 
 THE DELIVERER. 
 
 RISE, the kingdom is at hand, 
 
 The King is drawing nigh ; 
 Arife with joy, thou faithful band, 
 To meet the Lord moft high ! 
 Ye Chriftians, haften forth, 
 With holy ardours greet your King, 
 And glad Hofannas to Him fing, 
 
 Nought elfe your love is worth. 
 
 Look up, ye drooping hearts, to-day ! 
 
 The King is very near, 
 Oh caft your griefs and fears away, 
 
 For lo ! your Help is here ; 
 
 And comfort rich and fweet 
 In many a place for us is ftored, 
 Where in His facraments and word 
 
 Our Saviour we can meet. 
 
 Look up, ye fouls weigh'd down with care 
 
 The Sovereign is not far. 
 Look up, faint hearts, from your defpair, 
 
 Behold the Morning Star ! 
 
 The Lord is with us now, 
 Who ihall the finking fpirit feed 
 With ftrength and comfort at its need, 
 
 To whom e'en Death (hall bow.
 
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 Hope, O ye broken hearts, at laft ! 
 
 The King comes on in might, 
 He loved us in the ages past 
 
 When we fat wrapp'd in night ; 
 
 Now are our forrows o'er, 
 And fear and wrath to joy give place, 
 Since God hath made us in His grace 
 
 His children evermore. 
 
 O rich the gifts Thou bringeft us, 
 
 Thyfelf made poor and weak ; 
 O love beyond compare that thus 
 
 Can foes and finners feek ! 
 
 For this to Thee alone 
 We raife on high a gladfome voice, 
 And evermore with thanks rejoice 
 
 Before Thy glorious throne. 
 
 RIST. 1651.
 
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 in. 
 
 THE HEART LONGING FOR THE INNER 
 ADVENT. 
 
 HEREFORE doft Thou longer tarry, 
 
 Blefled of the Lord, afar ? 
 Would it were Thy will to enter 
 
 To my heart, O Thou my Star, 
 Thou my Jefus, Fount of power, 
 Helper in the needful hour ! 
 Sharpeft wounds my heart is feeling, 
 Touch them, Saviour, with Thy healing ! 
 
 
 
 For I fhrink beneath the terrors 
 
 Of the law's tremendous fway; 
 
 All my countlefs crimes and errors 
 Stand before me night and day. 
 
 Oh the heavy, fearful load 
 
 Of the righteous wrath of God ! 
 
 Oh the awful voice of thunder 
 
 Cleaving heart and foul afunder ! 
 
 While the foe my foul is telling, 
 
 " There is grace no more for thee, 
 
 Thou muft make thy endlefs dwelling 
 In the pains' that torture me." 
 
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 Yes, and keener ftill thy fmart, 
 Confcience, in my anguilhed heart, 
 By thy venomed tooth tormented, 
 Long-paft fins are fore repented. 
 
 Would I then, to foothe my forrow 
 
 And my pain awhile forget, 
 From the world a comfort borrow, 
 
 I but fink the deeper yet ; 
 She hath comforts that but grieve, 
 Joys that flinging memories leave, 
 Helpers that my heart are breaking, 
 Friends that do but mock its aching. 
 
 All the world can give is cheating, 
 
 Strengthlefs all, and merely nought ; 
 Have I greatnefs, it is fleeting ; 
 
 Have I riches, are they aught 
 But a heap of glittering earth ? 
 Pleafure ? Little is it worth 
 When it brings no joy or laughter 
 That thou wilt not rue hereafter. 
 
 All delight, all confolation 
 
 Lies in Thee, Lord Jefus Chrift, 
 Feed my foul with Thy falvation, 
 
 O Thou Bread of Life unpriced. 
 BlefTed Light, within me glow, 
 Ere my heart breaks in its woe ; 
 Oh refrefh me and uphold me, 
 Jefus, come, let me behold Thee.
 
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 Joy, my foul, for He hath heard thee, 
 
 He will come and enter in ; 
 Lo ! He turns and draweth toward thee, 
 
 Let thy welcome-fong begin ; 
 Oh prepare thee for fuch gueft, 
 Give thee wholly to thy reft, 
 With an open'd heart adore Him, 
 Pour thy griefs and fears before Him. 
 
 Thy mifdeeds are thine no longer, 
 He hath caft them in the fea, 
 And the love of God mall conquer 
 All the ftrength of fin in thee. 
 Chrift is viftor in the field, 
 Mightieft wrong to Him muft yield, 
 He with bleffing will exalt thee 
 O'er whate'er would here aflault thee. 
 
 What would feem to hurt or fhame thee 
 
 Shall but work thy good at laft ; 
 Since that Chrift hath deign'd to claim fliee, 
 
 And His truth ftands ever faft ; 
 And if thine can but endure, 
 There is nought fo fixed and fure, 
 As that thou malt hymn His praifes 
 In the happy heavenly places. 
 
 GERHARDT. 1653.
 
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 IV. 
 THE NEW YEAR. 
 
 COMPOSED on his journey to Gotha after his unjuft 
 expulfion from Erfurt ; as we are told in the ora- 
 tion delivered at his grave, " in the full experience 
 of the unfpeakable confolations of the Holy Spirit." 
 
 HANK God that towards eternity 
 
 Another ftep is won ! 
 Oh longing turns my heart to Thee 
 
 As time flows flowly on, 
 Thou Fountain whence my life is born, 
 Whence thofe rich ftreams of grace are drawn 
 That through my being run ! 
 
 I count the hours, the days, the years, 
 That ftretch in tedious line, 
 Until, O Life, that hour appears, 
 
 When, at Thy touch divine, 
 Whate'er is mortal now in me 
 Shall be confumed for aye in Thee, 
 
 And deathlefs life be mine. 
 
 So glows Thy love within this frame, 
 That, touch'd with keeneft fire, 
 
 My whole foul kindles in the flame 
 Of one intenfe defire,
 
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 To be in Thee, and Thou in me, ' 
 And e'en while yet on earth to be 
 Still preffing closer, nigher ! 
 
 Oh that I foon might Thee behold ! 
 
 I count the moments o'er ; 
 Ah come, ere yet my heart grows cold 
 
 And cannot call Thee more ! 
 Come in Thy glory, for Thy Bride 
 Hath girt her for the holy-tide, 
 
 And waiteth at the door. 
 
 
 
 And fince Thy Spirit fheds abroad 
 
 The oil of grace in me, 
 And thou art inly near me, Lord, 
 
 And I am loft in Thee, 
 So mines in me the Living Light, 
 And fteadfaft burns my lamp and bright, 
 
 To greet Thee joyoufly. 
 
 Come ! is the voice, then, of Thy Bride, 
 
 She loudly prays Thee come ! 
 With faithful heart me long hath cried, 
 
 Come quickly, Jefus, come ! 
 Come, O my Bridegroom, Lamb of God, 
 Thou knoweft I am Thine, my Lord 
 
 Come, down and take me home. 
 
 Yet be the hour that none can tell 
 
 Left wholly to Thy choice, 
 Although I know thou lov'ft it well,
 
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 That I with heart and voice 
 Should bid Thee come, and from this day 
 Care but to meet Thee on Thy way, 
 
 And at Thy fight rejoice ! 
 
 I joy that from Thy love divine 
 No power can part me now, 
 
 That I may dare to call Thee mine, 
 My Friend, My Lord, avow, 
 
 That I, O Prince of Life, mail be 
 
 Made wholly one in heaven with Thee, 
 My portion, Lord, art Thou ! 
 
 And therefore do my thanks o'erflow, 
 That one more year is gone, 
 
 And of this Time, fo poor, fo flow, 
 
 x Another ftep is won ; 
 
 And, with a heart that may not wait, 
 
 Toward yonder diftant golden gate 
 I journey gladly on. 
 
 And when the wearied hands grow weak, 
 And wearied knees give way, 
 
 To finking faith, oh quickly fpeak, 
 And make Thine arm my flay ; 
 
 That fo my heart drink in new ftrength, 
 
 And I fpeed on, nor feel the length 
 Nor fteepnefs of the way. 
 
 Then on, my foul, with fearlefs faith, 
 Let nought thy terror move ;
 
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 Nor aught that earthly pleafure faith 
 
 E'er tempt thy fteps to rove ; 
 If flow thy courfe feem o'er the wafte, 
 Mount upwards with the eagle's hafte, 
 On wings of tirelefs love. 
 
 O Jefus, all my foul hath flown 
 
 Already up to Thee, 
 For Thou, in whom is love alone, 
 
 Haft wholly conquer'd me. 
 Farewell ye phantoms, day and year, 
 Eternity is round me here, 
 
 Since, Lord, I live in Thee. 
 
 A. H. FRANCKE, 1691.
 
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 CHRISTMAS. 
 
 i. 
 
 A SONG OF JOY AT DAWN. 
 
 LL my heart this night rejoices, 
 As I hear, 
 Far and near, 
 Sweeteft angel voices ; 
 " Christ is born," their choirs are tinging, 
 Till the air 
 Everywhere 
 Now with joy is ringing. 
 
 For it dawns, the promifed morrow 
 
 Of His birth 
 
 Who the earth 
 Refcues from her forrow. 
 God to w^ar our form defcendeth, 
 
 Of His grace 
 
 To our race 
 Here His Son He lendeth ;
 
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 Yea, fo truly for us careth, 
 
 That His Son 
 
 All we've done 
 As our offering beareth; 
 As our Lamb who, dying for us, 
 
 Bears our load, 
 
 And to God 
 Doth in peace reftore us. 
 
 Hark ! a voice from yonder manger, 
 
 Soft and fweet, 
 
 Doth entreat, 
 
 " Flee from woe and danger ; 
 Brethren come, from all doth grieve you 
 
 You are freed, 
 
 All you need 
 I will furely give you." 
 
 Come then, let us haften yonder ; 
 
 Here let all, 
 
 Great and fmall, 
 Kneel in awe and wonder, 
 Love Him who with love is yearning ; 
 
 Hail the Star . 
 
 That from far 
 Bright with hope is burning ! 
 
 Ye who pine in weary fadnefs, 
 
 Weep no more, 
 
 For the door 
 Now is found of gladnefs.
 
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 Cling to Him, for He will guide you 
 
 Where no crofs 
 
 Pain or lofs, 
 Can again betide you. 
 
 Hither come, ye heavy-hearted ; 
 
 Who for fin 
 
 Deep within, 
 
 Long and fore have fmarted ; 
 For the poifon'd wounds you're feeling 
 
 Help is near, 
 
 One is here 
 Mighty for their healing ! 
 
 Hither come, ye poor and wretched ; 
 
 Know His will 
 
 Is to fill 
 
 Every hand outftretched ; 
 Here are riches without meafure, 
 
 Here forget 
 
 All regret, 
 Fill your hearts with treafure. 
 
 Blefled Saviour, let me find Thee ? 
 
 Keep Thou me 
 
 Clofe to Thee, 
 Caft me not behind Thee ! 
 Life of life, my heart Thou ftilleft, 
 
 Calm I reft 
 
 On Thy breaft, 
 All this void Thou filleft.
 
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 Heedfully my Lord I'll cherifh, 
 
 Live to Thee, 
 
 And with Thee 
 Dying fhall not perifh ; 
 But fhall dwell with Thee for ever, 
 
 Far on high, 
 
 In the joy 
 That can alter never. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1651.
 
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 WE LOVE HIM FOR HE FIRST 
 LOVED US. 
 
 HOU faireft Child Divine 
 In yonder manger laid, 
 In whom is God Himfelf well pleafed, 
 
 By whom were all things made, 
 On me art Thou beftow'd ; 
 
 How can fuch wonders be ! 
 
 The deareft that the Father hath 
 
 He gives me here in Thee ! 
 
 I was a foe to God, 
 
 I fought in Satan's hoft, 
 I trifled all His grace away, 
 
 Alas ! my foul was loft. 
 Yet God forgets my fin, 
 
 His heart, with pity moved, 
 He gives me, Heavenly Child, in Thee ; 
 
 Lo ! thus our God hath loved ! 
 
 Once blind with fin and felf, 
 
 Along the treacherous way, 
 That ends in ruin at the laft, 
 
 I haften'd far aftray ;
 
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 Then God fent down His Son ; 
 
 For with a love moft deep, 
 Moft undeferved, His heart ftill yearn'd 
 
 O'er me, poor wandering fheep ! 
 
 God with His life of love 
 
 To me was far and ftrange, 
 My heart clung only to the world 
 
 Of fight and fenfe and change ; 
 In Thee, Immanuel, 
 
 Are God and man made one ; 
 In Thee my heart hath peace with God, 
 
 And union in the Son. 
 
 Oh ponder this, my foul, 
 
 Our God hath loved us thus, 
 That even His only deareft Son 
 
 He freely giveth us. 
 Thou precious gift of God, 
 
 The pledge and bond of love, 
 With thankful heart I kneel to take 
 
 This treafure from above. 
 
 I kneel befide Thy couch, 
 
 I prefs Thee to my heart, 
 For Thee I gladly all forfake 
 
 And from the creature part : 
 Thou pricelefs Pearl ! lo, he 
 
 By whom Thou'rt loved and known, 
 Will give himfelf and all he hath 
 
 To win Thee for his own. 
 
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 Oh come, Thou BleiTed Child, 
 
 Thou Saviour of my foul, 
 For ever bound to Thee, my name 
 
 Among Thy hoft enrol. 
 Oh deign to take my heart, 
 
 And let Thy heart be mine, 
 That all my love flow out to Thee, 
 
 And lofe itfelf in Thine, 
 
 TERSTEEGEN. 1731.
 
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 GOD WITH US. 
 
 BLESSED Jefus! This 
 
 Thy lowly manger is 
 
 The Paradife where oft my foul would feed : 
 , ' Here is the place, my Lord, 
 
 Where lies the Eternal Word 
 Clothed with our flefh, made like to us indeed. 
 
 For He whofe mighty fway 
 
 The winds and feas obey, 
 Submits to ferve, and ftoops to those who fin; 
 
 The glorious Son of God 
 
 Doth bear the mortal load 
 Of earth and duft, like us and all our kin. 
 
 For thus, O Good Supreme, 
 
 Wilt Thou our flefh redeem, 
 And raife it to Thy throne o'er every height : 
 
 Eternal Strength, here Thou 
 
 To brotherhood doft bow 
 With tranfient things that pafs like mifts of night. 
 
 Thy glory and Thy joy 
 All woe and grief dcflroy ; 
 
 Thou, Heavenly Treafure, doft all wealth rcftore ! 
 Thou deep and living Well !
 
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 Thou great Immanuel 
 Doft conquer fin and death for evermore ! 
 
 Then come, whoe'er thou art, 
 
 O poor defponding heart, 
 Take courage now, let this thy fears difpel 
 
 That lince His Son moft dear 
 
 Thy God hath given thee here, 
 It cannot be but God doth love thee well. 
 
 How often doft thou think 
 
 That thou muft furely fink, 
 That hope and comfort are no more for thee ; 
 
 Come hither then and gaze 
 
 Upon this Infant's face, 
 And here the love of God incarnate fee. 
 
 Ah now the blefled door 
 
 Stands open evermore 
 To all the joys of this world and the next : 
 
 This Babe will be our Friend, 
 
 And quickly make an end 
 Of all that faithful hearts long time hath vex'd. 
 
 Then, earth, we care no more 
 
 To feek thy richeft ftore, 
 If but this treafure will be ftill our own; 
 
 And he who holds it faft, 
 
 Till all this life is paft, 
 
 Our Lord will crown with joy before His throne. 
 PAUL GERHARDT.
 
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 EPIPHANY. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE KING OF MEN. 
 
 KING of Glory ! David's Son ! 
 
 Our Sovereign and our Friend ! 
 In Heaven for ever Hands Thy throne, 
 
 Thy kingdom hath no end : 
 Oh now to all men, far and near, 
 
 Lord, make it known, we pray, 
 That as in heaven all creatures here 
 May know Thee and obey. 
 
 The Eaftern fages gladly bring 
 
 Their tribute-gifts to Thee; 
 They witnefs that Thou art their King 
 
 And humbly bow the knee; 
 To Thee the Morning Star doth lead, 
 
 To Thee th' infpired Word, 
 We hail Thee, Saviour, in our need, 
 
 We worfhip Thee, the Lord. 
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 Ah look on me with pitying grace, 
 
 Though I am weak and poor, 
 Within Thy kingdom grant me place 
 
 To dwell there bleft and fure. 
 Oh refcue me from all my woes, 
 
 And fhield me with thine arm 
 From Sin and Death, the mighty foes, 
 
 That daily feek our harm. 
 
 And bid Thy Word, the faireft Star, 
 
 Within us clearly mine ; 
 Keep fin and all falfe doctrine far, 
 
 Since Thou haft claim'd us Thine. 
 Let us Thy name aright confefs, 
 
 And with Thy Chriftendom, 
 Our King and Saviour own and blefs 
 
 Through all the world to come. 
 
 BEHEMB. 1606.
 
 Cjira (Ewmamca. 43 
 
 THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD. 
 
 CHRIST, our true and only Light, 
 Illumine thole who fit in night, 
 Let thofe afar now hear Thy voice, 
 And in Thy fold with us rejoice. 
 
 Fill with the radiance of Thy grace 
 The fouls now loft in error's maze, 
 And all in whom their fecret minds 
 Some dark delufion hurts and blinds. 
 
 And all who elfe have ftray'd from thee, 
 Oh gently feek ! Thy healing be 
 To every wounded confcience given, 
 And let them alfo mare Thy heaven. 
 
 Oh make the deaf to hear Thy word, 
 And teach the dumb to fpeak, dear Lord, 
 Who dare not yet the faith avow, 
 Though fecretly they hold it now.
 
 44 Ctjra (Pmnaniea. 
 
 Shine on the darken'd and the cold, 
 Recall the wanderers from Thy fold, 
 Unite thofe now who walk apart, 
 Confirm the weak and doubting heart. 
 
 So they with us may evermore 
 Such grace with wondering thanks adore, 
 And endless praise to thee be given 
 By all Thy Chu?J.i in earth and heaven, 
 }. HEERMANN. 1630.
 
 Cnra (Smnanica. 45 
 
 ill. 
 
 FORSAKING ALL FOR THE TRUE 
 LIGHT. 
 
 S thy heart athirft to know 
 
 That the King of heaven and earth 
 Deigns to dwell with man below, 
 
 Yea, hath {looped to mortal birth ? 
 Search the Word with ceaseless care 
 Till Thou find this treafure there. 
 
 With the fages from afar 
 Journey on o'er fea and land 
 
 Till thou fee the Morning Star 
 O'er thy heart unchanging ftand, 
 
 Then malt thou behold His face 
 
 Full of mercy, truth and grace. 
 
 For if Chrift be born within, 
 Soon that likenefs mall appear 
 
 Which the heart had loft through fin, 
 God's own image fair and clear, 
 
 And the foul ferene and bright 
 
 Mirrors back His heavenly light.
 
 Cnra <6mnanirct. 
 
 Jefus, let me feek for nought 
 
 But that Thou fliouldft dwell in me ; 
 Let this only fill my thought, 
 
 How I may grow liker Thee, 
 Through this earthly care and ftrife, 
 Through the calm eternal life. 
 
 With the wife who know thee right, 
 Though the world accounts them fools, 
 
 I will praife Thee day and night, 
 I will order by Thy rules 
 
 All my life, that it may be 
 
 Fill'd with praife and love of Thee. 
 
 LAURENTIUS LAURENTI. 1700.
 
 Cgra (famcwica. 47 
 
 IV. 
 CHRIST OUR EXAMPLE. 
 
 VER would I fain be reading 
 In the ancient holy Book, 
 Of my Saviour's gentle pleading, 
 Truth in every word and look. 
 
 How when children came He blefs'd them, 
 
 Suffer' no man to reprove, 
 Took them in his arms, and prefs'd them 
 
 To His heart with words of love. 
 
 How all the lick and tearful 
 ' Help was ever gladly mown ; 
 How He fought the poor and fearful, 
 Call'd them brothers and His own. 
 
 How no contrite foul e'er fought Him, 
 
 And was bidden to depart, 
 How with gentle words He taught him, 
 
 Took the death from out his heart. 
 
 , Still I read the ancient ftory, 
 And my joy is ever new, 
 How for us He left His glory, 
 How he ftill is kind and true.
 
 trmanica. 
 
 the flock He gently leadeth 
 Whom His Father gave Him here ; 
 How His arms He widely fpreadeth 
 To His heart to draw us near. 
 
 Let me kneel, my Lord, before Thee, 
 Let my heart in tears o'erflow, 
 
 Melted by Thy love adore Thee, 
 Bleft in Thee 'mid joy or woe ! 
 
 LUISE HENSEL.
 
 <0>crmamca. 
 
 49 
 
 PASSION WEEK. 
 
 i. 
 
 IN THE GARDEN. 
 
 HENE'ER again thou fmkeft, 
 
 My heart, beneath thy load, 
 Or from the battle fhrinkeft, 
 
 And murmureft at thy God ; 
 Then I will lead thee hither, 
 
 To watch thy Saviour's prayer, 
 And learn from His endurance 
 How thou fhouldft alfo bear. 
 
 Oh come, wouldft thou be like Him, 
 
 Thy Lord Divine, and mark 
 What fliarpeft forrows ftrike Him, 
 
 What anguish deep and dark, 
 That earneft cry to fpare Him, 
 
 The trial fcarce begun ! 
 Yet ftill he faith: "My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !"
 
 5 Cra (Smnanica. 
 
 Oh wherefore doth His fpirit 
 
 Such bitter conflict know ? 
 What fins, what crimes could merit 
 
 Such deep and awful woe ? 
 So pure are not the heavens, 
 
 So clear no noonday fun, 
 And yet He faith : " My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 Oh mark that night of forrow, 
 
 That agony of prayer ; 
 No friend can watch till morrow 
 
 His grief to foothe and mare ; 
 Oh where mail He find comfort ? 
 
 With God, with God alone ; 
 And ftill He faith : " My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 Hath life for Him no gladnefs, 
 
 No joy the light of day ? 
 Can He, then, feel no fadnefs, 
 
 When heart and hope give way ? 
 That cup of mortal anguilh 
 
 One bitter cry hath won, 
 That it might pafs : " Yet, Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 And who the cup prepared Him, 
 And who the poifon gave ? 
 
 'Twas one He loved enfnared Him, 
 'Twas they He came to fave.
 
 nra (Bkrinanira. 
 
 Oh fharpest pain, to fuffer 
 Betray'd and mock'd alone ; 
 
 Yet ftill he faith : " My Father, 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 But what is joy or living, 
 
 What treachery or death, 
 When all His work, His ftriving, 
 
 Seem hanging on His breath ? 
 Oh can it ftand without Him, 
 
 That work but juft begun ? 
 Yet ftill He faith : " My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 He fpeaks ; no more He fhrinketh, 
 
 Himfelf He offers up, 
 He fees it all, yet drinketh 
 
 For us that bitter cup, 
 He goes to meet the traitor, 
 
 The crofs He will not mun, 
 He faith : " I come, My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 My Saviour, I will never 
 
 Forget Thy word of grace, 
 But ftill repeat it ever, 
 
 Through good and evil days ; 
 And looking up to Heaven, 
 
 Till all my race is run, 
 I'll humbly fay : " My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done !" 
 
 W. HKY. 1828.
 
 nro 
 
 n. 
 
 AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS. 
 
 H, world ! behold upon the tree 
 Thy Life is hanging now for thee, 
 
 Thy Saviour yields His dying breath ; 
 The mighty Prince of glory now 
 For thee doth unrefifting bow 
 
 To cruel ftripes, to fcorn and death. 
 
 / 
 
 Draw near, O world, and mark Him well ; 
 Behold the drops of blood that tell 
 
 How fore His conflidl with the foe : 
 And hark ! how from that noble heart, 
 Sigh after figh doth flowly ftart 
 
 From depths of yet unfathom'd woe. 
 
 Alas ! my Saviour, who could dare 
 Bid Thee fuch bitter anguifh bear, 
 
 What evil heart entreat Thee thus ? 
 For Thou art good, haft wronged none, 
 As we and ours too oft have done, 
 
 Thou haft not finn'd, dear Lord, like us,
 
 (Sarmamca. 53 
 
 I and my fins, that number more 
 Than yonder fands upon the more, 
 
 Have brought to pafs this agony. 
 'Tis I have caufed the floods of woe 
 That now Thy dying foul o'erflow, 
 
 And thofe fad hearts that watch by Thee. 
 
 'Tis I to whom thefe pains belong, 
 'Tis I mould fuffer for my wrong, 
 
 Bound hand and foot in heavy chains ; 
 Thy fcourge, Thy fetters, whatfoe'er 
 Thou beareft, 'tis my foul mould bear, 
 
 For me hath well deferved fuch pains. 
 
 Yet Thou doft even for my fake 
 On Thee, in love, the burdens take 
 
 That weigh'd my fpirit to the ground : 
 Yes, Thou art made a curfe for me, 
 That I might yet be bleft through Thee ; 
 
 My healing in Thy wounds is found. 
 
 To fave me from the monfter's power, 
 The Death that all things would devour, 
 
 Thyfelf into his jaws doft leap ; 
 My death Thou takcft thus away, 
 And burieft in Thy grave for aye, 
 
 O love molt ftrangely true and deep ! 
 
 From henceforth there is nought of mine 
 But I would feek to make it Thine, 
 Since all myfelf to Thee I owe.
 
 54 Cura trmamco. 
 
 Whate'er my utmoft powers can do, 
 To Thee to render fervice true, 
 Here at Thy feet I lay it low. 
 
 Ah ! little have I, Lord, to give, 
 So poor, fo bafe the life I live, 
 
 But yet, till foul and body part, 
 This one thing I will do for Thee 
 The woe, the death endured for me, 
 
 I'll cherifh in my inmoft heart. 
 
 Thy crofs fhall be before my fight, 
 My hope, my joy, by day and night, 
 
 Whate'er I do, where'er I rove ; 
 And, gazing, I will gather thence 
 The form of fpotlefs innocence, 
 
 The feal of faultless truth and love. 
 
 And from Thy forrows will I learn 
 How fiercely doth God's anger burn, 
 
 How terribly His thunders roll, 
 How forely this our loving God 
 Can fmite with His avenging rod, 
 
 How deep His floods o'erwhelm the foul. 
 
 And I will ftudy to adorn 
 
 My heart with meeknefs under fcorn, 
 
 With gentle patience in diftrefs, 
 With faithful love, that yearning cleaves 
 To thofe o'er whom to death it grieves, 
 
 Whofe fins its very foul opprefs.
 
 Cura C&crmamca. 55 
 
 When evil tongues with flinging blame 
 Would caft difhonour on my name, 
 
 I'll curb the paffions that upftart ; 
 And take injuftice patiently, 
 And pardon, as Thou pardon'ft me, 
 
 With an ungrudging generous heart. 
 
 And I will nail me to Thy crofs, 
 And learn to count all things but drofs 
 
 Wherein the flefli doth pleafure take ; 
 Whate'er is hateful in Thine eyes, 
 With all the ftrength that in me lies, 
 
 Will I caft from me and forfake. 
 
 Thy heavy groans, Thy bitter fighs, 
 The tears that from Thy dying eyes 
 
 Were med when Thou waft fore opprefs'd, 
 Shall be with me, when at the laft 
 Myfelf on Thee I wholly caft, 
 
 And enter with Thee into reft. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1659.
 
 Cnra <8>trmanira. 
 
 m. 
 
 OUR HERITAGE. 
 
 H, Jefus, the merit 
 
 Of all that Thou haft borne 
 Maketh me inherit 
 
 The crown that hath no thorn ! 
 
 Ah then, teach me duly 
 
 To worfhip at Thy crofs, 
 Owning inly, truly, 
 
 The Love that bore our lofs. 
 
 There to fin, oh let me 
 
 From henceforth daily die ; 
 
 Nor in death forget me, 
 
 Then grant me life on high. 
 
 ANON.
 
 nra (Sevmamca. 57 
 
 IV. 
 
 OUR REQUITAL. 
 
 IM on yonder crofs I love, 
 
 Nought on earth I elfe count dear ! 
 May He mine for ever prove, 
 
 Who is now fo inly near ! 
 Here I ftand : whate'er may come, 
 Days of funfhine or of gloom, 
 From this word I will not move ; 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 'Tis not hidden from my heart, 
 What true love muft often bring ; 
 
 Want and grief have foreft (mart, 
 Care and fcorn can fharply fling; 
 
 Nay, but if Thy will were fuch, 
 
 Bittereft death were not too much ! 
 
 Dark though here my courfe may prove : 
 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 Rather forrows fuch as thefe, 
 
 Rather love's acuteft pain, 
 Than without Him days of eafe, 
 
 Riches falfe and honours vain. 
 3*
 
 Curci ermanuo. 
 
 Count me ftrange, when I am true, 
 What He hates I will not do ; 
 Sneers no more my heart can move ; 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 Know ye whence' my ftrength is drawn, 
 Fearlefs thus the fight to wage ? 
 
 Why my heart can laugh to {"corn 
 Flefhly weakness, Satan s rage ? 
 
 'Tis, I know the love of Chrift, 
 
 Mighty is that love unpriced ! 
 
 What can grieve me, what can move? 
 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 Once the eyes that now are dim, 
 
 Shall difcern the changelefs love 
 That hath led us home to Him, 
 
 That hath crown'd us far above : 
 Would to God that all below 
 What that love is now might know, 
 And their hearts this word approve : 
 Him upon the crofs I love ! 
 
 GREDING. Born 1676.
 
 nra- <8>ermatiitft. 59 
 
 v. 
 
 ! 
 
 AT THE SEPULCHRE 
 
 HOU, fore-opprefs'd, 
 The Sabbath reft 
 In yon ftill grave art keeping ! 
 
 All Thy labour now is done, 
 Past is all Thy weeping! 
 
 The ftrife is o'er, 
 Nought hurts Thee more, 
 
 The heart at laft hath flumber'd, 
 That in conflict fore for us 
 
 Bore our fins unnumber'd. 
 
 Thou awful tomb, 
 Once fill'd with gloom ! 
 How blefled and how holy 
 Art thou now, fince in the grave 
 Slept the Saviour lowly ! 
 
 How calm and bleft 
 The dead now reft 
 
 Who in the Lord departed ! 
 All their works do follow them, 
 
 Yea, they fleep glad-hearted.
 
 6o Cra ennamca. 
 
 O lead us Thou, 
 To reft e'en now, 
 With all who forely anguifh'd 
 'Neath the burden of their fins, 
 Long in woe have languifh'd 
 
 O BlefTed Rock ! 
 Soon grant Thy flock 
 To fee Thy Sabbath morning ! 
 Strife and pain will all be paft 
 When that day is dawning. 
 
 VIKTOR STRAUSS.
 
 Ctiva rrmamca. 6l 
 
 VI. 
 
 OUR REST. 
 
 ORD Jefus, who our fouls to fave, 
 Didft reft and (lumber in the grave, 
 Now grant us all in Thee to reft, 
 And here to live as feems Thee beft. 
 
 Give us the ftrength, the dauntlefs faith, 
 That Thou hast purchased with Thy death, 
 And lead us to that glorious place, 
 Where we {hall fee the Father's face. 
 
 O Lamb of God ! who once waft flain, 
 We thank Thee for that bitter pain ! 
 Let us partake Thy death that we 
 May enter into life with Thee ! 
 
 GEORGE WERNER. 1638.
 
 62 i'nrtt Cfi&ermanica. 
 
 EASTER. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE SONG OF TRIUMPH. 
 
 HRIST the Lord is rifen again ! 
 Chrift hath broken every chain ! 
 Hark, the angels fhout for joy, 
 Singing evermore on high, 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He who gave for us His life, 
 Who for us endured the ftrife, 
 Is our Pafchal Lamb to-day ! 
 We too fmg for joy, and fay : 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He who bore all pain and lofs 
 Comfortlefs upon the crofs, 
 Lives in glory now on high, 
 Pleads for us and hears our cry : 
 Hallelujah.
 
 (Bmnamca. 6 3 
 
 He whofc path no records tell, 
 Who defcended into hell, 
 Who the ftrong man arm'd hath bound, 
 Now in the higheft heaven is crown'd : 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He who flumber'd in the grave, 
 Is exalted now to fave ; 
 Now through Chriftendom it rings 
 That the Lamb is King of .kings ! 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Now He bids us tell abroad, 
 How the loft may be reftored, 
 How the penitent forgiven, 
 How we too may enter heaven. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 \ 
 
 Thou our Pafchal Lamb indeed, 
 Chrift, to-day Thy people feed ; 
 Take our fins and guilt away, 
 Let us fing by night and day, 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 BOHEMIAN BRETHREN.
 
 6 4 ura trmamca. 
 
 II. 
 
 CHRIST OUR CHAMPION. 
 
 RE yet the dawn hath fill'd the fkies 
 Behold my Saviour Chrift arife, 
 He chafeth from us Jin and night, 
 And brings us joy and life and light. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 ftronger Thou than Death and Hell, 
 Where is the foe Thou canft not quell 
 What heavy ftone Thou canft not roll 
 From off the prifon'd anguifh'd foul ? 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 If Jefus lives, can I be sad ? 
 
 1 know He loves me, and am glad ; 
 Though all the world were dead to me, 
 Enough, O Chrift, if I have Thee ! 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 He feeds me, comforts and defends, 
 And when I die His angel fends 
 To bear me whither He is gone, 
 For of His own He lofeth none. 
 
 Hallelujah.
 
 Cnra <8>trmamca. 65 
 
 No more to fear or grief I bow, 
 God and the angels love me now ; 
 The joys prepared for me to-day 
 Drive fear and mourning far away ; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Strong Champion ! For this comfort fee 
 The whole world brings her thanks to Thee ; 
 And once we too fhall raife above 
 More fweet and loud the fong we love ; 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 J. HEERMANN. 1630.
 
 66 nra (Bmnamra. 
 
 in. 
 
 THE WHOLE WORLD RESTORED IN 
 CHRIST. 
 
 SAY to all men, far and near, 
 That He is rifen again ; 
 
 That He is with us now and here, 
 And ever {hall remain. 
 
 And what I fay, let each this morn 
 
 Go tell it to his friend, 
 That foon in every place mall dawn 
 
 His kingdom without end. 
 
 Now firft to fouls who thus awake 
 
 Seems earth a fatherland, 
 A new and endlefs life they take 
 
 With rapture from His hand. 
 
 The fears of death and of the grave 
 Are whelm'd beneath the fea, 
 
 And every heart now light and brave 
 May face the things to be.
 
 i'nra <crmamcct. 6 7 
 
 The way of darknefs that He trod 
 
 To Heaven at laft fhall come, 
 And he who hearkens to His word 
 
 Shall reach His Father's home. 
 
 Now let the mourner grieve no more, 
 
 Though his beloved fleep, 
 A happier meeting mall reftore 
 
 Their light to eyes that weep. 
 
 Now every heart each noble deed 
 
 With new refolve may dare, 
 A glorious harveft mall the feed 
 
 In happier regions bear. 
 
 He lives, His prefence hath not ceafed, 
 
 Though foes and fears be rife ; 
 And thus we hail in Eafter's feaft 
 
 A world renewed to life ! 
 
 NOVALIS. 1772-1801.
 
 6s m-a (Bmnamca. 
 
 IV. 
 
 THE RESURRECTION FROM THE DEATh 
 OF SIN. 
 
 RISEN Lord ! O conquering King ! 
 
 O Life of all that live ! 
 To-day that peace of Eafter bring 
 Which only Thou canft give ! 
 Once death, our foe, 
 Had laid Thee low, 
 
 Now haft Thou rent his bonds in twain, 
 Now art Thou rifen who once waft flain ! 
 
 The power of .Thy great majefty 
 
 Burfts rocks and tombs away, 
 Thy viftory raifes us with Thee 
 Into the glorious day ; 
 Now Satan's might 
 And Death's dark night 
 Have loft their power this blefled morn, 
 And we to higher life are born. 
 
 Oh that our hearts might inly know 
 
 Thy viftory over death, 
 And gazing on Thy conflidl glow 
 
 With eager dauntlefs faith ;
 
 Cpra C&armamca. 69 
 
 Thy quenchlefs light, 
 
 Thy glorious might 
 Still comfortlefs and lonely leave 
 The foul that cannot yet believe. 
 
 Then break through our hard hearts Thy way, 
 
 O Jefus, conquering King ! 
 Kindle the lamp of" faith to-day, 
 Teach our faint hearts to ling 
 For joy at length, 
 That in Thy ftrength 
 We too may rife whom fin had flain, 
 And Thine eternal reft attain. 
 
 And when our tears for fin o'erflow, 
 
 Do Thou in fove draw near, 
 The precious gift of peace beftow, 
 Shine on us bright and clear ; 
 That fo may we, 
 O Chrift, from Thee 
 Drink in the life that cannot die, 
 And keep true Eaftcr feafts on high. 
 
 Yes, let us truly know within 
 
 Thy rifing from the dead ; 
 And quit the grave of death and fin, 
 And keep that gift, our Head, 
 That Thou didft leave 
 For all who cleave 
 
 To Thee through all this earthly ftrife, 
 So fhall we enter into life. 
 
 J. H. BOHMER. 1706.
 
 7 nra (Bcvmamca. 
 
 V. 
 
 THE WALK TO EMMAUS. 
 
 AD with longing, fick with fears, 
 
 Two toward Emmaus flowly go, 
 And their eyes are dim with tears, 
 
 And their hearts opprefs'd with \vo, 
 Of their ruin'd hopes they talk ; 
 Yet while thus they fadly walk, 
 Jefus is not far away, 
 And their fears {hall foon allay. 
 
 Ah ! and ftill how many a heart 
 
 Onward toils in filent grief, 
 Mourning o'er its woes apart, 
 
 Hopelefs now of all relief; 
 Oft it feeks to walk alone, 
 But to weep its fill unknown ; 
 Yet my Jefus cometh now, 
 Aflcing, wherefore weepeft thou ? 
 
 Many a time I've felt indeed 
 That He leaves me ne'er alone, 
 
 In the hour of utmoft need 
 
 Then Himfelf He maketh known ;
 
 Crjra crmamca. 7* 
 
 When in forrow I confume 
 As though He no more could come, 
 Lo ! I find Him more than near, 
 Quickly with His help He's here. 
 
 Trueft Friend, who canft not fail me, 
 
 Evermore abide with me ; 
 When the world would moft aflail me, 
 
 Then Thy prefence let me fee ; 
 When its heavieft thunders roll, 
 Shelter Thou my trembling foul, 
 Come and in my fpirit reft, 
 I will do what feems Thee beft. 
 
 When I dread fome coming ill, 
 Lord, then bid me think of this, 
 
 That my Saviour loves me ftill, 
 And that I am furely His : 
 
 More of Thy word let me learn, 
 
 Till my heart within me burn, 
 
 Fill'd with love, and in Thy Light 
 
 Learn to know her Lord aright. 
 
 Comfort thofe who, fill'd with gloom, 
 
 Lonely on their journey go, 
 Or within their filent room 
 
 Cry to Thee from depths of wo ; 
 When they leave the world apart, 
 There to weep out all their heart, 
 Let them hear Thy whifpcr mild ; 
 Wherefore doft thou mourn, my child?
 
 72 Ctira CScrmanka. 
 
 When life's day hath fleeted by, 
 
 When the night of death is near, 
 When in vain the darken'd eye 
 
 Seeks lome ftay, fome helper here : 
 Then Thy followers' prayer fulfil, 
 Then abide Thou with us ftill, 
 Till Thou give us peace and reft 
 Stay, O ftay, Thou noble gueft ! 
 
 L. E. S. MULLER.
 
 nra (Bermamca. 73 
 
 ASCENSION. 
 
 THE WAY OPENED. 
 
 O-DAY our Lord went up on high, 
 
 And fo our fongs we raife ; 
 To Him with ftrong defire we cry 
 
 To keep us in His grace, 
 For we poor tinners here beneath 
 Are dwelling ftill 'mid woe and death) 
 All hope in Him we place. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Thank God that now the way is made ! 
 
 The cherub-guarded door, 
 Through Him on whom our help was laid 
 
 Stands open evermore ; 
 Who knoweth this is glad at heart, 
 And fwift prepares him to depart 
 
 Where Chrift is gone before. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 4
 
 74 nra CScrmamca. 
 
 Our heavenward courfe begins- when we 
 Have found our Father, God, 
 
 And join us to His fons, and flee 
 The paths that once we trod ; 
 
 For he looks down, and they look up, 
 
 They feel His love, they live in hope, 
 Until they meet their Lord. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Then all the depths of joy that lie 
 
 In this day we {hall know, 
 When we are made like Him on high, 
 
 Whom we confefs below, 
 When bath'd in life's eternal flood 
 We dwell with Him, the higheft Good-: 
 
 God grant us this to know ! 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 J. ZwiCK. 1538.
 
 Cnra <6mnamccr. 
 
 CHRIST'S ASCENSION THE GROUND 
 OF OURS. 
 
 INGE Chrift is gone to heaven, His home 
 
 I too muft one day fhare ; 
 And in this hope I overcome 
 
 All anguifli, all defpair ; 
 For where the Head is, well we know 
 The members he hath left below 
 In time He gathers there. 
 
 Since Chrift hath reach'd His glorious throne 
 
 And mighty gifts are His, 
 My heart can reft in heaven alone, 
 
 On earth my Lord I mifs, 
 I long to be with Him on high, 
 And heart and thoughts would hourly fly 
 
 Where now my treafure is. 
 
 From Thy afcenfion let fuch grace, 
 
 My Lord, be found in me, 
 That fteadfaft faith may guide my ways 
 
 Unfaultering up to Thee, 
 And at Thy voice I may depart 
 With joy to dwell where Thou, Lord, art ; 
 
 Oh grant this prayer to me ! 
 
 JOSUA WEOELIN. 1636-
 
 f ura (5mnamca. 
 
 in. 
 
 THE KINGDOM OF CHRIST. 
 
 ONQUERING Prince and Lord of glory ' 
 
 Majefty enthroned in light ! 
 All the heavens are bow'd before Thee, 
 Far beyond them fpreads Thy might ; 
 Shall I fall not at Thy feet, 
 And my heart with rapture beat, 
 Now Thy glory is difplay'd, 
 Thine ere yet the worlds were made ? 
 
 Far and wide, Thou heavenly Sun, 
 
 Now Thy brightnefs ftreams abroad, 
 And Heaven's hoft anew hath won 
 
 Light and gladnefs from its Lord ; 
 Hark, how yon unnumber'd throng 
 Welcome Thee with joyous fong: 
 See, Thy children weak and few 
 Here would cry Hofanna too. 
 
 Of Thy cup mail I not drink, 
 Now Thy glories o'er me mine ? 
 
 Shall my courage ever fink, 
 
 Now I know all power is Thine?
 
 crmamca. 77 
 
 I will truft Thee, O my King, 
 And will fear no earthly thing, 
 Henceforth will I bow the knee 
 To no ruler, fave to Thee. 
 
 Power and Spirit now o'erflow, 
 
 On me alfo be they pour'd, 
 Till Thy laft and mightieft foe 
 
 Hath been made Thy footftool, Lord ; 
 Yea, let earth's remoteft end 
 To Thy righteous fceptre bend, 
 Make Thy way before Thee plain, 
 O'er all hearts and fpirits reign. 
 
 Lo ! Thy prefence filleth now 
 
 All Thy Church in every place, 
 To my heart, oh enter Thou, 
 
 See, it thirfteth for Thy grace ; 
 Come, Thou King of glory, come, 
 Deign to make my heart Thy home, 
 There abide and rule alone, 
 As upon Thy heavenly throne ! 
 
 Parting, doft Thou bring Thy life, 
 God and heaven, moft inly near : 
 Let me rife o'er earthly ftrife, 
 
 As though ftill I faw Thee here, 
 And my heart tranfplanted hence, 
 Strange to earth and time and fenfe, 
 Dwell with Thee in heaven e'en now, 
 Where our only joy art Thou ! 
 
 TERSTEECEX. 173*.
 
 78 uro (Smncmtca. 
 
 IV. 
 THE THRONE OF GRACE. 
 
 Y Jefus, if the feraphim, 
 
 The burning hoft that near Thee ftand, 
 Before Thy Majefty are dim, 
 
 And veil their face at Thy command ; 
 How mall thefe mortal eyes of mine, 
 Now dark with evil's hateful night, 
 Endure to gaze upon the light 
 That aye furrounds that throne of Thine ? 
 
 Yet grant the eye of faith, O Lord, 
 To pierce within the Holy Place, 
 
 For I am faved and Thou adored, 
 If I am quicken'd by Thy grace. 
 
 Behold, O King, before Thy throne 
 My foul in lowly love doth bend, 
 
 Oh mow Thyfelf her gracious Friend, 
 
 And fay, " I choofe thee for mine own." 
 
 Have mercy, Lord of love, for long 
 
 My fpirit for Thy mercy ilghs, 
 My inmoft foul hath found a tongue, 
 
 " Be merciful, O God," me cries !
 
 Cnva armamca. 79 
 
 I know Thou wilt not bid me go, 
 Thou canft not be ungracious, Lord, 
 T,o one for whom Thy blood was pour'd, 
 
 Whole guilt was cancell'd by Thy woe. 
 
 Here in Thy gracious hands I fall, 
 To Thee I cling with faith's embrace, 
 
 O righteous Sovereign, hear my call, 
 And turn, O turn, to me in grace ! 
 
 For through Thy forrows I am juft, 
 And guilt no more in me is found, 
 Thus reconciled, my foul is bound 
 
 To Thee in endlefs love and truft. 
 
 And let Thy wifdom be my guide, 
 Nor take Thy light from me away, . 
 
 Thy grace be ever at my fide, 
 
 That from the path I may not ftray 
 
 That Thou doft love, but evermore 
 In fteadfaft faith my courfe fulfil, 
 And keep Thy word, and do Thy will, 
 
 Thy love within, Thy heaven before ! 
 
 Reach down and arm me with Thy hand, 
 And ftrengthen me with inner might, 
 
 That I through faith may ftrive and ftand 
 Though craft and force againft me fight : 
 
 So {hall the kingdom of Thy love 
 
 Be through me and within me fpread, 
 That honours Thee, our glorious Head, 
 
 And crowneth us in realms above.
 
 80 Cnra <>mnamca. 
 
 Yes, yes, to Thee my foul would cleave, 
 O choofe it, Saviour, for Thy throne ! 
 
 Couldft Thou in love to me once leave 
 The glory that was all Thine own, 
 
 So honour Thou my life and heart 
 
 That Thou mayft find a heaven in me, 
 And when this houfe decay'd fhall be, 
 
 Then grant the heaven where now Thou art. 
 
 To Thee I rife in faith on high, 
 
 Oh bend Thou down in love to me ! 
 
 Let nothing rob me of this joy, 
 
 That all my foul is fill'd with Thee ; 
 
 As long as I have life and breath, 
 Thee will I honour, fear, and love, 
 And when this heart hath ceafed to move, 
 
 Yet Love mail live and conquer death. 
 
 W. C. DESSLER. 1692.
 
 m*a C&mnamca. 8l 
 
 WHITSUNTIDE. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE WORK OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. 
 
 OLY Spirit, once again 
 
 Come Thou true Eternal God ! 
 Nor Thy power defcend in vain, 
 
 Make us ever Thine abode ; 
 So {hall Spirit, joy, and light 
 Dwell in us where all was night. 
 
 Pour into our heart and mind 
 
 Wifdom, counfel, truth, and love ; 
 
 That we be to nought inclined, 
 
 Save what Thou mayft well approve : 
 
 Let Thy knowledge fpread and grow, 
 
 Working error's overthrow. 
 
 Guide us, Lord, from day to day, 
 Keep us in the paths of grace, 
 
 Clear all hindrances away 
 
 That might foil us in the race ; 
 
 When we ftumble hear our call, 
 
 Work repentance for our fall. 
 4*
 
 (Bmnamca. 
 
 Witnefs in our hearts that God 
 
 Counts us children through His Son, 
 
 That our Father's gentle rod 
 Smites us for our good alone, 
 
 So when tried, perplex'd, diftreft 
 
 In His love we ftill may reft. 
 
 Quicken us to feek His face 
 Freely, with a trufting heart, 
 
 In our prayers O breathe Thy grace, 
 Go with us when we depart, 
 
 So mail our requeft be heard, 
 
 And our faith to joy be ftirr'd. 
 
 And whene'er a yearning ftrong 
 
 Prefles out the bitter cry, 
 Ah my God, how long, how long ? 
 
 Then O let me find Thee nigh, 
 And Thy words of healing balm 
 Bring me courage, patience, calm. 
 
 Spirit Thou of ftrength and power 
 Thou new Spirit God hath given, 
 
 Aid us in temptation's hour, 
 
 Train and perfect us for heaven, 
 
 Arm us in the battle-field 
 
 Leave us never there to yield. 
 
 Lord, preferve us in the faith, 
 Suffer nought to drive us thence, 
 
 Neither Satan, fcorn, nor death ; 
 Be our God and our defence,
 
 (Sermamra. 8 3 
 
 Though the flefh refift Thy will, 
 Let Thy word be ftronger ftill. 
 
 And when we at laft mufl die, 
 
 Oh aflure the finking heart 
 Of the glorious realm on high 
 
 Where Thou healeft every smart, 
 OF the joys unfpeakable 
 Where our God would have us dwell. 
 
 ANON.
 
 84 nva (Bn'mamco. 
 
 II. 
 
 THE SPIRIT OF WISDOM, LOVE, AND 
 JOY. 
 
 WEETEST Joy the foul can know, 
 
 Fairefl Light was ever fhed, 
 Who alike in joy or woe, 
 Leaveft none unvifited ; 
 Spirit of the Higheft God, 
 Lord, from whom is life bestow'd, 
 Who upholdeft everything, 
 Hear me, hear me, while I fing ! 
 
 For the nobleft gift Thou art 
 
 That a foul e'er fought or won, 
 Have I wifh'd Thee to my heart, 
 Then my wilhing all is done ; 
 Ah then yield Thee, nor refufe 
 Here to dwell, for Thou didfl choofe 
 This my heart, from e'en its birth, 
 For Thy temple here on earth. 
 
 Thou art flied like gentleft mowers 
 From the Father and the Son, 
 
 Bringeft to this earth of ours 
 
 Pureft bleffing from their throne ;
 
 Cnra (Smuamca. 85 
 
 Suffer then, O noble Gueft, 
 That rich gift by Thee pofleft, 
 That Thou giveft at Thy will 
 All my foul and flefh to fill. 
 
 Thou art wife, before Thee ftand 
 Hidden things unveil'd to Thee, 
 
 Counteft up the grains of fand, 
 Fathomeft the deepeft fea, 
 
 And Thou knovveft well how blind, 
 
 Dark and crooked is my mind ; 
 
 Give me wifdom, in Thy light 
 
 Let me pleafe my God aright. 
 
 Thou art holy, entereft in 
 
 Where pure hearts Thy coming wait, 
 But Thou fleeft fhame and fin, 
 
 Craft and falfehood Thou doft hate; 
 Warn me then, O Well of grace, 
 Every ftain and fpot efface, 
 Let me flee what Thou doft flee, 
 Grant me what Thou lov'ft to fee. 
 
 Thou art loving, hateft ftrife, 
 As a lamb of patient mood, 
 
 Calm through all our reftlefs life, 
 Even to finners kind and good ; 
 
 Grant me, too, this noble mind, 
 
 To be calm and true and kind, 
 
 Loving every friend or foe, 
 
 Grieving none whom Thou doft know.
 
 86 m*a (Bcrmanica. 
 
 Well contented is my heart, 
 
 If but Thou rejefl me not ; 
 If but Thou wilt ne'er depart, 
 I am bleft whate'er my lot ; 
 Thine for ever make me now, 
 And to Thee, my Lord, I vow 
 Here and yonder to employ 
 Every power for Thee with joy. 
 
 Be my help when danger's nigh, 
 
 When I fink hold Thou me up, 
 Be my life when I muft die, 
 
 In the grave be Thou my hope ; 
 Bring me when I rife again 
 To the land that knows no pain, 
 Where Thy followers from Thy ftream 
 Drink for ever joys fupreme. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1653.
 
 Ctjra (Bmnamca. 8 7 
 
 in. 
 
 THE UNITY OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 Church of Chrift that He hath hal- 
 low'd here 
 To be His houfe, is fcatter'd far and 
 
 near, 
 
 In North and South and Eaft and Weft abroad, 
 And yet in earth and heaven, through Chrift her Lord, 
 The Church is one. 
 
 One member knoweth not another here, 
 And yet their fellowfhip is true and near, 
 One is their Saviour, and their Father one, 
 One Spirit rules them, and among them none 
 Lives to himfelf. 
 
 They live to Him who bought them with His blood, 
 Baptized them with His Spirit pure and good,- 
 And in true faith and ever-burning love 
 Their hearts and hope afcend to feek above 
 The eternal Good. 
 
 O Spirit of the Lord, all life is Thine, 
 
 Now fill Thy Church with life and power divine, 
 
 That many children may be born to Thee, 
 
 And fpread Thy knowledge like the boundlcfs fea, 
 
 To Christ's great praise. 
 A. G. SPANGENBERG. 1747.
 
 88 i'nra crmamra. 
 
 IV. 
 THE STRENGTH OF THE CHURCH. 
 
 ARK, the Church proclaims her honour 
 
 And her ftrength is only this : 
 God hath laid His choice upon her, 
 And the work (he doth is His. 
 
 He His Church hath firmly founded, 
 He will guard what He began ; 
 
 We, by fin and foes furrounded, 
 Build her bulwarks as we can. 
 
 Frail and fleeting are our powers, 
 Short our days, our forefight dim, 
 
 And we own the choice not ours, 
 We were chofen firft by Him. 
 
 Onward then ! for nought defpairing, 
 
 Calm we follow at His word, 
 Thus through joy and forrow bearing 
 
 Faithful witnefs to our Lord. 
 
 Though we here mufl ftrive with weaknefs, 
 Though in tears we often bend, 
 
 What His might began in meeknefs 
 Shall achieve a glorious end. 
 
 S. PREISWERK
 
 uva (Bennamca. 
 
 v. 
 
 THE DIFFUSION OF THE GOSPEL. 
 
 PREAD, oh fpread, thou mighty Word, 
 Spread the kingdom of the Lord, 
 Wherefoe'er His breath has given 
 Life to beings meant for heaven. 
 
 Tell them how the Father's will 
 Made the world, and keeps it flill, 
 How He fent His Son to fave 
 All who help and comfort crave. 
 
 Tell of our Redeemer's love, 
 Who for ever doth remove 
 By His holy facrifice, 
 All the guilt that on us lies. 
 
 Tell them of the Spirit given 
 Now, to guide us up to heaven, 
 Strong and holy, juft and true, 
 Working both to will and do. 
 
 Word of Life ! moil pure and ftrong, 
 Lo ! for Thee the nations long ;
 
 9 i'nra mnaniftt. 
 
 Spread, till from its dreary night 
 All the world awakes to light. 
 
 Up, the ripening fields ye fee, 
 Mighty ftiall the harveft be, 
 But the reapers ftill are few, 
 Great the work they have to do. 
 
 Lord of harveft, let there be 
 
 Joy and ftrength to work for Thee, 
 
 Let the nations far and near 
 
 See Thy Light, and learn Thy fear. 
 
 BAHNMAIER.
 
 Ctira (Ewmanica. 9 1 
 
 TRINITY. 
 
 A MORNING HYMN. 
 
 HEE Fount of bleffing we adore ! 
 Lo ! we unlock our lips before 
 Thy Godhead's deep of holinefs, 
 Oh deign to hear us now and blefs. 
 
 The Lord, the Maker, with us dwell, 
 In foul and body fhield us well, 
 And guard us with His fleepless might 
 From every ill by day and night. 
 
 The Lord, the Saviour, Light Divine, 
 Now caufe His face on us to mine, 
 That feeing Him, with perfect faith 
 We truft His love for life and death. 
 
 The Lord, the Comforter, be near, 
 Imprint His image deeply here, 
 From bonds of fin and dread releafe, 
 And give us His unchanging peace.
 
 9 2 Cgra (Ewmanica. 
 
 O Triune God ! Thou vaft abyfs ! 
 Thou ever-flowing Fount of blifs, 
 Flow through us, heart and foul and will 
 * With endlefs praife and blefling fill ! 
 
 TER.U-EF.UEN. 1731.
 
 Cjira crmanica. 93 
 
 II. 
 
 THE FATHER, REDEEMER, GUIDE. 
 
 Father-eye, that hath fo truly watch'd, 
 
 O Father-hand, that hath fo gently led, 
 O Father-heart, that by my prayer is 
 
 touch'd, 
 
 That loved me firft when I was cold and dead : 
 Still do Thou lead me on with faithful care 
 
 The narrow path to heaven where I would go, 
 And train me for the life that waits me there, 
 Alike through love and lofs, through weal and wo. 
 
 O my Redeemer, who for me waft {lain, 
 
 Who bringeft me forgivenels and releafe, 
 Whofe death has ranfom'd me to God again, 
 
 That now my heart can reft in perfect peace ; 
 Still more and more do Thou my foul redeem, 
 
 From every bondage fet me wholly free, 
 Though Evil oft the mighticft power may feem, 
 
 Still make me more than conqueror, Lord, in 
 Thee.
 
 94 Cra (Brrmanira. 
 
 O Holy Spirit, who with gcntlcft breath 
 
 Doft teach to pray, doft comfort or reprove, 
 Who giveft us all joy and hope and faith, 
 
 Through whom we live at peace with God in 
 
 love; 
 Still do Thou fried Thine influences abroad, 
 
 Let me the Father's image ever wear, 
 Make me a holy temple of my God, 
 
 Where dwells for ever calm adoring prayer!
 
 Cnra (Bcrmarora. 95 
 
 in. 
 
 AN EVENING HYMN. 
 
 t RUE mirror of the Godhead ! Perfeft 
 
 Light ! 
 Thou Three in One, whofe never flum- 
 
 bering might 
 Enfolds the world within its flickering wings, 
 And holds in being all created things ! 
 
 We praife Thee with the earlier! morning ray, 
 We praife Thee with the parting beam of day ; 
 All things that live and move, by fea and" land, 
 For ever ready at Thy fervice Hand. 
 
 .Exhauftlefs Treafure ! Being limitlefs ! 
 What gaze hath ever pierced Thy deep abyfs ? 
 Deep Fount of Life ! Light inacceffible ! 
 How great Thy power, O God, what tongue can 
 tell? 
 
 Thy Chriftendom is fmging night and day, ' 
 
 Glory to Him, the mighty God, for aye, 
 
 By Whom, through Whom, in Whom all beings 
 
 are! 
 Grant us to echo on this fong afar !
 
 9 6 
 
 Thy name is great, Thy kingdom in us dwell, 
 Thy will conftrain and feed and guide us well ; 
 Spare us, redeem us in the evil hour, 
 For Thine the glory, Thine the rule, the power. 
 
 J. FRANCK. 1653.
 
 m*a (6cvmcmtca. 97 
 
 MORNING PRAYER. 
 
 i. 
 
 FOR THE SABBATH MORNING. 
 
 IGHT of light enlighten me 
 
 Now anew the day is dawning ; 
 Sun of grace, the fhadows flee, 
 
 Brighten Thou my Sabbath morning, 
 With Thy joyous funfhine bleft 
 Happy is my day of reft ! 
 
 F*bunt of all our joy and peace, 
 To Thy living waters lead me, 
 
 Thou from earth my foul releafe 
 
 And with grace and mercy feed me ; 
 
 Blefs Thy word that it may prove 
 
 Rich in fruits that Thou doft lave. 
 5
 
 9 8 Cnva (Bcrmonira. 
 
 Kindle Thou the facrifice 
 That upon my lips is lying ; 
 
 Clear the fhadows from mine eyes 
 That, from every error flying, 
 
 No ftrange fire within me glow 
 
 That Thine altar doth not know. 
 
 Let me with my heart to-day, 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, finging, 
 
 Rapt awhile from earth away 
 
 All my foul to Thee upfpringing, 
 
 Have a foretafte inly given 
 
 How they worfhip Thee in Heaven. 
 
 Reft in me and I in Thee, 
 Build a Paradife within me ; 
 
 Oh reveal Thyfelf to me ; 
 
 Blefled Love, who died ft to win me ; 
 
 Fed from Thine exhauftlefs urn 
 
 Pure and bright my lamp {hall burn. 
 
 Hence all care, all vanity, 
 For the day to God is holy ; 
 
 Come Thou glorious Majefty 
 Deign to fill this temple lowly, 
 
 Nought to-day my foul fhall move 
 
 Simply refting in Thy love. 
 
 B. SCHMOLCK. 1731.
 
 ura (Scvmamca. 99 
 
 ill. 
 
 BEFORE PUBLIC WORSHIP. 
 
 LESSED Jefus, at Thy word 
 
 We are gather'd all to hear Thee ; 
 Let our hearts and fouls be ftirr'd 
 
 Now to feek and love and fear Thee ; 
 By Thy teachings fweet and holy 
 Drawn from earth to love Thee folely. 
 
 All our knowledge, fenfe, and fight 
 Lie in deepeft darkncfs Ihrouded, 
 
 Till Thy Spirit breaks our night 
 
 With the beams of truth unclouded ; 
 
 Thou alone to God canft win us, 
 
 Thou muft work all good within us. 
 
 Glorious Lord, Thyfelf impart ! 
 
 Light of light from God proceeding, 
 Open Thou our ears and heart, 
 
 Help us by Thy Spirit's pleading, 
 Hear the cry Thy people raifes, 
 Hear, and blefs our prayers and p raifes ! 
 T. CLAUSNITZER. 1671.
 
 ioo i'nra (Bcrmamca. 
 
 ill. 
 
 IN TIME OF WAR AND PERSECUTION 
 
 NCE more the day-light fhines abroad, 
 O Brethren let us praife the Lord, 
 Whofe grace and mercy thus have kept 
 The nightly watch while we have flept. 
 
 To Him let us together pray 
 With one heart and one foul to-day, 
 That He would keep us in His love, 
 And all our guilt and fin remove. 
 
 Eternal God ! Almighty Friend, 
 Whofe deep compaffions have no end, 
 Whofe never-failing ftrength and might 
 Have kept us fafely through the night : 
 
 Now fend us from Thy heavenly throne 
 Thy grace and help through Chrift Thy Son, 
 That with Thy ftrength our hearts may glow, 
 And fear nor man nor ghoftly foe. 
 
 Ah Lord God ! hear us we implore ! 
 Be Thou our Guardian evermore,
 
 ra (Sennamca. 101 
 
 Our mighty Champion and our mield 
 Who goeth with us to the field. 
 
 We offer up ourfelves to Thee, 
 That heart and word and deed may be 
 In all things guided by Thy mind, 
 And in Thine eyes acceptance find. 
 
 Thus, Lord, we bring through Chrift Thy Son 
 Our morning offering to Thy throne ; 
 Now be Thy precious gift outpoured, 
 And help us ibr Thine honour, Lord ! 
 
 BOHEMIAN BRETHREN.
 
 (Stermomca. 
 
 IV. 
 
 IN TIME OF DISTRESS. 
 WRITTEN DURING THE THIRTY YEARS' WAR. 
 
 HEN anguim'd and perplex'd with many 
 
 a figh and tear 
 I lift mine eyes up to Thy hills, and 
 
 pour out all my woe, 
 Thou bendeft down Thine ear, 
 And never from Thy face, my Lord, uncomforted 
 I go. 
 
 My help and my defence come, faithful God, 
 
 from Thee, 
 
 By Whom the heavens were fix'd, and earth's foun- 
 dations laid; 
 Man cannot fuccour me, 
 
 Before Thy throne alone we find our refuge and our 
 aid.
 
 (@ermanica. 
 
 Thou watcheft that my foot fhould neither flip 
 
 nor ftray, 
 Thou guideft me Thyfelf through all my dark and 
 
 troubled courfe, 
 Thou pointeft me the way 
 
 Amid the fnares of fin and death, and this world's 
 craft and farce. 
 
 Guardian of Ifrael ! Thou dofl flumber not, 
 
 nor fleep, 
 Thine eye is open day and night, ftill watching over 
 
 thofe 
 
 Who true allegiance keep 
 
 To Jefus* banner of the Crofs, and bravely meet 
 His foes. 
 
 And when Thou bidd'ft me leave this world 
 
 of ftrife and pain, 
 Grant me in Thee a fteadfaft hope, and gentle quick 
 
 releafe, 
 
 Knowing we rife again 
 
 To dwell where death and war are not, in endlefs 
 joy and peace. 
 
 M. A. VON LOWENSTERN.
 
 104 gra (Sermaiuca. 
 
 v. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S MORNING SACRIFICE. 
 
 THOU Moft Higheft ! Guardian of man- 
 kind! 
 
 Supreme exhauftlefs good Thou art ! 
 To Thee I offer foul and heart : 
 Praife Him all creatures with your ftrength and mind, 
 For He is kind ! 
 
 Yes, Lord, 'tis of Thy power alone to-day 
 That ftill I draw my living breath, 
 Thy grace preferves me ftill from death, 
 
 O Father-heart, rejeft me not, but ftay 
 With me to-day. 
 
 O Ifrael's God, I bring Thee now my will, 
 That would be Thine whate'er it cost, 
 Love Thy good gifts, yet love Thee moft ; 
 
 This is my prayer while yet the morn is ftill, 
 Take Thou my will.
 
 j)ra <J3nrmamca. 105 
 
 O Fount of grace, in love be Thou my guide, 
 Thine eye look down on me in power, 
 Whate'er I do or am each hour 
 
 Prepare me for the eternal life, abide 
 Still at my fide. 
 
 The foul and body Thou doft hold in life, 
 Be ever ready in Thy fear 
 To fight for truth and juftice here, 
 
 And trufting Thee to meet the final ftrife, 
 For Thou art Life. 
 
 Bless all my works and ways, my light increafe, 
 
 Order my doings for the beft, 
 
 In all my toil be Thou my reft, 
 Until at lafl I lay me down in peace 
 That cannot ceafe. 
 
 JOACHIM NEANDER. 1679. 
 5*
 
 106 Cum German tea. 
 
 VI. 
 A MORNING SONG OF GLADNESS. 
 
 S a bird in meadows fair 
 
 Or in lonely foreft fings 
 Till it fills the fummer air 
 
 And the greenwood fweetly rings, 
 So my heart to Thee would raife, 
 O my God, its fong of praife 
 That the gloom of night is o'er 
 And I fee the fun once more. 
 
 If Thou, Sun of Love, arife, 
 
 All my heart with joy is ftirr'd, 
 And to greet Thee upward flies 
 
 Gladfome as yon little bird. 
 Shine Thou in me clear and bright 
 Till I learn to praife Thee right ; 
 Guide me in the narrow way, 
 Let me ne'er in darknefs {tray. 
 
 Blefs to-day whate'er I do, 
 
 Blefs whate'er I have and love ; 
 
 From the paths of virtue true 
 Let me never never rove ;
 
 Cgra (Swmcnwa. I0 7 
 
 By Thy Spirit ftrengthen me 
 In the faith that leads to Thee, 
 Then an heir of life on high 
 Fearlefs I may live and die. 
 
 ANON. About 1580.
 
 VII. 
 A MORNING PRAYER. 
 
 ,HE golden morn flames up the Eaftern fky, 
 And what dark night had hid from every 
 
 eye 
 All-piercing day-light fummons clear to 
 
 view : 
 
 And all the forefts, vale or plain 01 hill, 
 That flept in mift enfhrouded, dark and ftill, 
 In gladfome light are glittering now anew. 
 
 Shine in my heart, and bring me joy and light, 
 Sun of my darken'd foul, difpel its night, 
 
 And fhed in it the truthful day abroad ; 
 And all the many gloomy folds lay bare 
 Within this heart, that fain would learn to wear 
 
 The pure and glorious likenefs of its Lord. 
 
 Glad with Thy light, and glowing with Thy love, 
 So let me ever fpeak and think and move 
 
 As fits a foul new-touch'd with life from Heaven. 
 That feeks but fo to order all her courfe 
 As moft to mow the glory of that Source 
 
 By whom alone her ftrength, her life are given.
 
 m*a 
 
 I afk not, take away this weight of care ; 
 No, for that love I pray that all can bear, 
 
 And for the faith that whatfoe'er befall 
 Muft needs be good, and for my profit prove, 
 Since from my Father's heart mofi rich in love, 
 
 And from His bounteous hands it cometh all, 
 
 I afk not that my courfe be calm and ftill ; 
 No, here too, Lord, be done Thy holy will ; 
 
 I afk but for a quiet childlike heart ; 
 Though thronging cares and reftlefs toil be mine, 
 Yet may my heart remain for ever Thine, 
 
 Draw it from earth, and fix it where Thou art. 
 
 I afk Thee not to finifh foon the ftrife, 
 The toil, the trouble of this earthly life ; 
 
 No, be my peace amid its grief and pain ; 
 I pray not, grant me now Thy realm on high ; 
 No, ere I die let me to evil die, 
 
 And through Thy crofs my fins be wholly flain. 
 
 True Morning Sun of all my life, I pray 
 That not in vain Thou mine oh me to-day, 
 
 Be Thou my light when all around is gloom ; 
 Thy brightnefs, hope, and courage on me mcd, 
 That I may joy to fee when life is fled 
 
 The fctting fun that brings the pilgrim home. 
 
 SPITTA.
 
 110 nra <@>ermamra. 
 
 EVENING PRAYER. 
 
 i. 
 
 TRUST IN GOD. 
 
 HE night is come, wherein at laft we reft, 
 God order this and all things for the beft ' 
 Beneath His bleffing fearlefs we may lie 
 Since He is nigh. 
 
 Drive evil thoughts and fpirits far away, 
 O Mafter, watch o'er us till dawning day, 
 Body and foul alike from harm defend, 
 
 Thine angel fend. 
 
 
 
 Let holy prayers and thoughts our lateft be, 
 Let us awake with joy, ftill clofe to Thee, 
 In all ferve Thee, in every deed and thought 
 Thy praife be fought. 
 
 Give to the fick as Thy beloved fleep, 
 And help the captive, comfort thofe who weep, 
 Care for the widows' and the orphans' woe, 
 Keep far our foe.
 
 Cura ermanita. m 
 
 For we have none on whom for help to call, 
 Save Thee, O God in heaven, who car'ft for all, 
 And wilt forfake them never day or night, 
 Who love Thee right. 
 
 Father, Thy Name be praifed, Thy Kingdom come, 
 Thy will be wrought as in our heavenly home, 
 Keep us in life, forgive our fins, deliver 
 
 Us now and ever ! Amen. 
 
 BOHEMIAN BRETHREN.
 
 I 12 
 
 iCtiva (Bmnanirq. 
 
 II. 
 
 AN EVENING THANKSGIVING. 
 
 INK not yet, my foul, to {lumber, 
 
 Wake, my heart, go forth and tell 
 All the mercies without number 
 That this by-gone day befell ; 
 Tell how God hath kept afar 
 All things that againft me war, 
 Hath upheld me and defended, 
 And His grace my foul befriended. 
 
 Father, merciful and holy, 
 
 Thee to-night I praife and blefs, 
 
 Who to labour true and lowly 
 Granteft ever meet fuccefs ; 
 
 Many a fin and many a woe, 
 
 Many a fierce and fubtle foe 
 
 Haft Thou check'd that once alarm'd me, 
 
 So that nought to-day has harm'd me. 
 
 Yes, our wifdom vainly ponders, 
 Fathoms not Thy loving thought ; 
 
 Never tongue can tell the wonders 
 That each day for us are wrought ;
 
 Cnra (Bcrmanita. "3 
 
 So Thou'ft guided me to-day 
 That no ill hath crofs'd my way, 
 There is neither bound nor meafure 
 In Thy love's o'erflowing treafure. 
 
 Now the light, that all things gladdens, 
 
 And the pomp of day is gone, 
 A'nd my heart is tired and faddens 
 As the gloomy night comes on ; 
 Ah then, with Thy changelefs light 
 Warm and cheer my heart to-night, 
 As the fhadows round me gather 
 Keep me clofe to Thee, my Father. 
 
 Of Thy grace I pray Thee pardon 
 All my fins, and heal their fmart; 
 
 Sore and heavy is their burden, 
 Sharp their fling within my heart ; 
 
 And my foe lays many a fnare 
 
 But to tempt me to defpair, 
 
 Only Thou, dear Lord, canft fave me, 
 
 Let him not prevail to have me. 
 
 Have I e'er from Thee departed, 
 
 Now I feck Thy face again, 
 And Thy Son, the loving-hearted, 
 
 Made our peace through bitter pain. 
 Yes, far greater than our fin, 
 Though it ftill be ftrong within, 
 Is the Love that fails us never, 
 Mercy that endures for ever.
 
 Crirci C$mnamra. 
 
 Brightnefs of the eternal city ! 
 
 Light of every faithful foul ! 
 Safe beneath Thy flickering pity 
 
 Let the tempefts pafl me roll; 
 Now it darkens far and near, 
 Still, my God, ftill be Thou here ; 
 Thou canft comfort, and Thou only, 
 When the night is long and lonely. 
 
 E'en the twilight now hath vanifh'd, 
 
 Send Thy bleffing on my fleep, 
 Every fin and terror banifh'd, 
 
 Let my rest be calm and deep. 
 Soul and body, mind and health, 
 Wife and children, houfe and wealth, 
 Friend and foe, the fick, the ftranger, 
 Keep Thou fafe from harm and danger. 
 
 Keep me fafe till morn is breaking, 
 
 Nightly terrors drive Thou hence, 
 Let not ficknefs keep me waking ; 
 
 Sudden death and peftilence, 
 Fire and water, noife of war, 
 Keep Thou from my houfe afar ; 
 Let me die not unrepented, 
 That my foul be not tormented. 
 
 O Thou mighty God, now hearken 
 To the prayer Thy child hath made ; 
 
 Jefus, while the night-hours darken 
 Be Thou ftill my hope, my aid ;
 
 Ctira (Bwmamca. 
 
 Holy Ghoft, on Thee I call, 
 Friend and Comforter of all, 
 Hear my earneft prayer, oh hear me ! 
 Lord, Thou heareft, Thou art near me. 
 J. RIST. 1642.
 
 lib 
 
 m*a <>mnamca. 
 
 ill. 
 
 IN SICKNESS. 
 
 ORD, a whole long day of pain 
 
 Now at laft is o'er ! 
 Ah how much we can fuftain 
 
 I have felt once more ; 
 Felt how frail are all our powers, 
 
 And how weak our truft ; 
 If Thou help not, thefe dark hours 
 Crufh us to the duft. 
 
 Could I face the coming night 
 
 If Thou wert not near? 
 Nay, without Thy love and might 
 
 I muft fink with fear : 
 Round me falls the evening gloom, 
 
 Sights and founds all ceafe, 
 But within this narrow room 
 
 Night will bring no peace. 
 
 Other weary eyes may clofe, 
 All things feek their fleep, 
 
 Hither comes no foft repofe, 
 I muft wake and weep.
 
 Cnra <E>ermamca. "7 
 
 Come then, Jefus, o'er me bend, 
 
 Give me ftrength to cope 
 With my pains, and gently fend 
 
 Thoughts of peace and hope. 
 
 Draw my weary heart away 
 
 From this gloom and flrife, 
 And thefe fever pains allay 
 
 With the dew of life ; 
 Thou canft calm the troubled mind, 
 
 Thou its dread canft ftill, 
 Teach me to be all refign'd 
 
 To my Father's will. 
 
 Then if I must wake and weep 
 
 All the long night through, 
 Thou the watch with me wilt keep, 
 
 Friend and Guardian true ; 
 In the darknefs Thou wilt fpeak 
 
 Lovingly with me, 
 Though my heart may vainly feek 
 
 Words to breathe to Thee. 
 
 Wherefoe'cr my couch is made 
 
 In Thy hands I lie, 
 And to Thee alone for aid 
 
 Turns my reftlefs eye, 
 Let my prayer grow weary never, 
 
 Strengthen Thou the opprcss'd ; 
 In Thy fliadow, Lord, for ever 
 
 Let me gently reft. 
 
 HEINRICH PUCHTA.
 
 ra (Bkrmamca. 
 
 IV. 
 FOR A WAKEFUL NIGHT. 
 
 OW darknefs over all is fpread, 
 No founds the ftillnefs break, 
 Ah when fhall thefe fad hours be fled, 
 Am I alone awake? 
 
 Ah no, I do not wake alone, 
 
 Alone I do not fleep, 
 Around me ever watcheth One 
 
 Who wakes with thofe who weep. 
 
 On earth it is fo dark and drear, 
 With Him fo calm and bright, 
 
 The ftars in folemn radiance clear 
 Shine there through all our night. 
 
 'Tis when the lights of earth are gone 
 The heavenly glories mine ; 
 
 When other comfort I have none, 
 Thy comfort, Lord, is mine.
 
 ($mnamca. 
 
 Be ftill, my throbbing heart, be ftill, 
 
 Caft off thy weary load, 
 And make His holy will thy will, 
 
 And reft upon thy God. 
 
 How many a time the night hath come, 
 
 Yet ftill return'd the day ; 
 How many a time thy crofs, thy gloom, 
 
 Ere now hath pafs'd away. 
 
 And thefe dark hours of anxious pain 
 
 That now opprefs thee fore, 
 I know will vanifh foon again, 
 
 Then I mail fear no more : 
 
 For when the night hath lafted long, 
 ' We know the morn is near, 
 And when the trial's fharp and ftrong 
 Our Help mall foon appear. 
 
 PASTOR JOSEPHSEN.
 
 120 Cure (Ewtnamca. 
 
 v. 
 
 AT THE CLOSE OF THE SABBATH. 
 
 BIDE among us with Thy grace, 
 
 Lord Jefus evermore, 
 Nor let us e'er to fin give place 
 Nor grieve Him we adore. 
 
 Abide among us with Thy word, 
 
 Redeemer whom we love, 
 Thy help and mercy here afford, 
 
 And life with Thee above. 
 
 Abide among us with Thy ray, 
 
 O Light that lighten'ft all, 
 And let Thy truth preferve our way, 
 
 Nor fuffer us to fall. 
 
 Abide with us to blefs us ftill 
 O bounteous Lord of peace; 
 
 With grace and power our fouls fulfill, 
 Our faith and love increafe.
 
 nra C&ermanica. 
 
 Abide among us as our fhield, 
 
 O Captain of Thy hoft ; 
 That to the world we may not yield, 
 
 Nor e'er forfake our poft. 
 
 Abide with us in faithful love, 
 
 Our God and Suviour be, 
 Thy help at need, oh let us prove 
 
 And keep us true to Thee. 
 
 STEGMANN. 1630.
 
 122 |Wa (Bcrmantca. 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE COMMAND. 
 
 LESSED Jefus, here we ftand, 
 
 Met to do as Thou haft fpoken, 
 And this child at Thy command 
 
 Now we bring to Thee, in token 
 That to Chrift it here is given, 
 For of fuch mall be His Heaven. 
 
 Yes, Thy warning voice is plain, 
 And we fain would keep it duly, 
 
 " He who is not born again, 
 Heart and life renewing truly, 
 
 Born of water and the Spirit, 
 
 Will My kingdom ne'er inherit." 
 
 Therefore haften we to Thee, 
 
 Take the pledge we bring, oh take it 
 
 Let us here Thy glory fee, 
 And in tender pity make it
 
 Cnra ermanica. 123 
 
 Now Thy child, and leave it never, 
 Thine on earth, and Thine for ever. 
 
 Turn the darknefs into light, 
 
 To Thy grace receive and fave it ; 
 
 Heal the ferpent's venomed bite, 
 In the font where now we lave it ; 
 
 Let Thy Spirit pure and lowly 
 
 Banifh thought or taint unholy. 
 
 Make it, Head, Thy member now, 
 Shepherd, take Thy lamb, and feed it, 
 
 Prince of Peace, its peace be Thou, 
 Way of life, to Heaven oh lead it, 
 
 Vine, this branch may nothing fever, 
 
 Be it graft in Thee forever. * 
 
 Now upon Thy heart it lies, 
 
 What our hearts fo dearly treafure. 
 
 Heavenward lead our burden'd fighs, 
 Pour Thy bleffing without meafure, 
 
 Write the name we now have given, 
 
 Write it in the book of Heaven. 
 
 SCHMOLCK. 1672-1737.
 
 124 ILnra <2>ennamca. 
 
 II. 
 
 THE NAME. 
 
 FATHER-HEART, who haft created all 
 
 In wifeft love we pray 
 Look on this babe, who, at Thy gracious call 
 
 Is entering on life's way, 
 Bend o'er it now with bleffing fraught, 
 And make Thou fomething out of nought, 
 O Father-heart. 
 
 O Son of God, who diedft for us, behold 
 
 We bring our child to Thee, 
 Thou tender Shepherd take it to Thy fold, 
 
 Thine own for aye to be ; 
 Defend it through this earthly ftrife, 
 And lead it on the path of life, 
 O Son of God ! 
 
 O Holy Ghoft, who broodeft o'er the wave, 
 
 Defcend upon this child ; 
 Give it undying life, its fpirit lave 
 
 With waters undenled ; 
 Grant it while yet a babe to be 
 A child of God, a home for Thee, 
 O Holy Ghoft !
 
 Crjra (S&ermcmua, 125 
 
 O Triune God, what Thou command'ft is done, 
 
 We fpeak, but Thine the mights 
 This child hath fcarce yet feen our earthly fun, 
 
 Yet pour on it Thy light, 
 In faith and hope, in joy and love, 
 Thou Sun of all below, alove, 
 O Triune God ! 
 
 A. KNAPP.
 
 (Sirmanua. 
 
 nr. 
 
 THE BLESSING. 
 
 HY parents' arms now yield thee, 
 
 With love all glowing warm, 
 To Him who beft can fhield thee 
 
 To that Eternal Arm 
 That all the heavens upholdeth 
 
 And bids the dead arife, 
 That tender babes enfoldeth 
 
 Andjeads them toward the fkies. 
 
 Wafh'd in the blood that guflies 
 
 From out His wounded heart, 
 Wrapp'd in the peace that hufhes 
 
 All earthly grief and fmart, 
 Go forth upon thy journey, 
 
 Grow up in ftrength and age, 
 And feek with joy and wifdom 
 
 Thy holy heritage. 
 
 Oh fweet will found the voices 
 That hail thee from above, 
 
 Where heaven's bright hofl rejoices 
 Before the Eternal Love;
 
 <>ermamca. I2 7 
 
 " Now canft thou wander never, 
 
 Now paft is all thy ftrife, 
 Oh blefs the hour for ever 
 
 That call'd thee into life." 
 
 A. KNAPP.
 
 Cnro (Scrmamca. 
 
 IV. 
 FOR A CHRISTIAN CHILD. 
 
 EEING I am Jesus' lamb, 
 Ever glad at heart I am 
 O'er my Shepherd kind and good) 
 Who provides me daily food, 
 And His lamb by name doth call, 
 For He knows and loves us all. 
 
 Guided by His gentle ftaff 
 Where the funny paftures laugh, 
 I go in and out and feed, 
 Lacking nothing that I need ; 
 When I thirft my feet He brings 
 To the frefh and living fprings. 
 
 Muft I not rejoice for this ? 
 
 He is mine, and I am His, 
 
 And when thefe bright days are pad, 
 
 Safely in His arms at laft 
 
 He will bear me home to heaven ; 
 
 Ah what joy hath Jesus given ! 
 
 LUISE H. VON HAYM. 1724-1782.
 
 O&crmauica. 129 
 
 V. 
 RENEWAL OF THE VOW. 
 
 AM baptized into Thy name, 
 
 O Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft ! 
 Among Thy feed a place I claim, 
 Among Thy confecrated host ; 
 Buried with Chrift, and dead to iin, 
 Thy Spirit now mall live within. 
 
 My loving Father, here doft Thou 
 Proclaim me as Thy child and heir ; 
 
 My faithful Saviour biddefl me now 
 The fruit of all Thy forrows mare ; 
 
 Thou Holy Ghoft wilt comfort me 
 
 When darkeft clouds around I fee. 
 
 And I have promised fear and love, 
 And to obey Thee, Lord, alone ; 
 
 I felt Thy Spirit in me move, 
 
 And dared to pledge myfelf Thine own, 
 
 Renouncing fin to keep the faith, 
 
 And war with evil to the death. 
 6*
 
 nra tnttamea. 
 
 My faithful God, upon Thy fide 
 This covenant ftandeth faft for aye, 
 
 If I tranfgrefs through fear or pride, 
 Oh caft me therefore not away, 
 
 If I have fore my foul defiled, 
 
 Yet (till forgive, reftore Thy child. 
 
 I bring Thee here, my God, anew 
 Of all I am or have the whole, 
 
 Quicken my life, and make me true, 
 Take full poffeflion of my foul, 
 
 Let nought within me, nought I own, 
 
 Serve any will but Thine alone. 
 
 Hence Prince of darknefb, hence my foe ! 
 
 Another Lord hath purchafed me ! 
 My confcience tells of fin, yet know, 
 
 Baptized in Chrift I fear not thee ! 
 Away vain World, Sin, leave me now, 
 I turn from you ; God hears my vow. 
 
 And never let me waver more, 
 O Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 
 Till at Thy will this life is o'er 
 Still keep me in Thy faithful hofl, 
 
 So unto Thee I live and die 
 
 And praife Thee evermore on high. 
 
 RAMBACH. 1720.
 
 <8>trmanica. 
 
 THE 
 
 HOLY COMMUNION. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE PREPARATION. 
 
 Jefus Chrift, my faithful Shepherd, 
 hear ! 
 Feed me with Thy grace, draw inly 
 
 near. 
 
 By Thee redeemed, in Thee alone I live, 
 All I need 'tis Thou canft give : 
 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 
 Ah Lord, Thy timid fheep now feed 
 With joy upon Thy heavenly mead, 
 Lead us to the cryftal river 
 Whence our life is flowing ever : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 
 For Thou art calling all the toil-opprefsed, 
 
 All the weary to Thy reft ; 
 The pardon of their fins is here beftowed, 
 
 Thou doft free them from their load : 
 Kyrie Eleifon !
 
 Cnra (Skrmamca. 
 
 Ah come, Thyfelf put forth Thine hand, 
 
 Unbind this heavy iron band, 
 
 Make me from my forrows free, 
 Give me ftrength to follow Thee : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 
 \ 
 
 Thou fain would'ft heart and foul to Thee incline, 
 
 Take me from myfelf and make me Thine ; 
 Thou art the Vine and I the branch, oh grant 
 I may grow in Thee a living plant : 
 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 
 For nought but 'fins I find in me, 
 Yet are they done away in Thee ; 
 Mine are anguifh, fear, unreft, 
 But in Thee, Lord, I am bleft : 
 Kyrie Eleifon ! 
 
 JOHANN HEERMAI^N. 1630,
 
 Ctira (Efermanica. 133 
 
 n. 
 
 THE THANKSGIVING. 
 
 ECK thyfelf, my foul, with gladnefs, 
 Leave the gloomy haunts of fadnefs, 
 Come into the daylight's fplendour, 
 There with joy thy praifes render 
 Unto Him, whofe boundlefs grace 
 Grants thee at His feaft a place ; 
 He whom all the heavens obey 
 Deign to dwell in thee to-day. 
 
 Haften as a bride to meet Him, 
 And with loving reverence greet Him, 
 Who with words of life immortal 
 Now is knocking at thy portal ; 
 Hafte to make for Him a way, 
 Caft thee at His feet, and say : 
 Since, oh Lord, Thou com'ft to me, 
 Never will I turn from Thee. 
 
 Ah how hungers all my fpirit, 
 For the love I do not merit ! 
 Ah how oft with fighs faft thronging 
 For this food have I been longing !
 
 How have thirfted in the ftrife 
 For this draught, O Prince of Life, 
 Wifh'd, O Friend of man, to be 
 'Ever one with God through Thee ! 
 
 Here I fink before Thee lowly, 
 FilPd with joy moft deep and holy, 
 As with trembling awe and wonder 
 On Thy mighty works I ponder ; 
 On this banquet's myftery, 
 On the depths we cannot fee ; 
 Far beyond all mortal fight 
 Lie the fecrets of Thy might. 
 
 Sun, who all my life doft brighten, 
 Light, who doft my foul enlighten, 
 Joy, the fweeteft man e'er knoweth, 
 Fount, whence all my being floweth, 
 Here I fall before Thy feet, 
 Grant me worthily to eat 
 Of this blefled heavenly food, 
 To Thy praife, and to my good. 
 
 Jefus, Bread of Life from Heaven, 
 Never be' Thou vainly given, 
 Nor I to my hurt invited ; 
 Be Thy love with love requited ; 
 Let me learn its depths indeed, 
 While on Thee my foul doth feed ; 
 Let me here fo richly blefl, 
 Be hereafter too Thy gueft. 
 
 J. FRANK. i6?3.
 
 nra (Sermanica. '35 
 
 ill. 
 
 THE EXCEEDING GREAT LOVE OF OUR 
 
 MASTER AND ONLY SAVIOUR 
 
 JESUS CHRIST. 
 
 LOVE, who formedft me to wear 
 
 The image of Thy Godhead here ; 
 Who foughteft me with tender care 
 Through all my wanderings wild and 
 
 drear ; 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who e'er life's earlieft dawn 
 On me Thy choice haft gently laid ; 
 
 O Love, who here as man waft born 
 And wholly like to us waft made ; 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who once in time waft flain, 
 Pierced through and through with bitter 
 woe ; 
 
 O Love, who wreftling thus didft gain 
 That we eternal joy might know ;
 
 (Smnanica. 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, of whom is truth and light, 
 The Word and Spirit, life and power, 
 
 Whofe heart was bared to them that fmite, 
 To Ihield us in our trial hour ; 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who thus hath bound me faft, 
 Beneath that gentle yoke of Thine ; 
 
 Love, who haft conquer'd me at laft 
 And rapt away this heart of mine ; 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who loveft me for aye, 
 Who for my foul doft ever plead ; 
 
 O Love, who didft my ranfom pay. v 
 Whole power fufficeth in my ftead 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 O Love, who once malt bid me rife 
 From out this dying life of ours ; 
 
 O Love, who once o'er yonder fkies 
 Shalt fet me in the fadeless bowers : 
 
 O Love, I give myfelf to Thee, 
 
 Thine ever, only Thine to be. 
 
 ANGELUS. 1657.
 
 nva mnamca. 37 
 
 , . iv. 
 
 TH CHRISTIAN SACRIFICE. 
 
 OW take my heart and all that is in me, 
 My Lord beloved, take it from me to 
 
 Thee ; 
 
 I would have Thine. 
 This foul and flefh of mine; 
 Would order thought and word and deed 
 As Thy moft holy will mall lead. 
 
 Thou feedft me with heavenly bread and wine, 
 Thou poureft through me ftreams of life divine ; 
 
 Oh noble Face, 
 So fweet, fo full of grace, 
 I ponder as Thy crofs I fee, 
 How beft to give myfelf to Thee. 
 
 Behold, through all the eternal ages, ftill 
 
 My heart mail choofe and love Thy holy will ; 
 
 Would'ft Thou my death, 
 I die to Thee in faith ; 
 Would'ft Thou that I mould longer live, 
 To Thee the choice I wholly give.
 
 ! 3 8 Cnra ermamca. 
 
 But Thou muft alfo deign to be my own, 
 
 To dwell in me, to make my heart Thy throne, 
 
 My God indeed, 
 My Help in time of need, 
 My Head from whom no power can fever, 
 The Bridegroom of my foul for ever ! 
 
 ANGELUS. 1657.
 
 Cgra crtnanica. 
 
 v. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 ESUS whom Thy Church doth own 
 As her Head and King along, 
 
 Blefs me Thy poor member too ; 
 And Thy Spirit's influence give 
 That to Thee henceforth I live, 
 Daily Thou my ftrength renew. 
 
 Let Thy living Spirit flow 
 Through Thy members all below, 
 
 With its warmth and power divine ; 
 Scattered far apart they dwell, 
 Yet in every land, full well, 
 
 Lord, Thou knoweft who is Thine. 
 
 Thofc who fcrvc Thee I would ferve, 
 Never from their union fwerve. 
 
 Here I cry before Thy face : 
 Zion, God give thee good fpeed, 
 Chrift thy footfteps ever lead, 
 
 Make Thee fteadfaft in His ways !
 
 '4 nra (Bcrmamca. 
 
 Save her from the world her foe, 
 Satan do Thou foon o'erthrow, 
 
 Caft him down beneath her feet ; 
 Through the Spirit flay within 
 Love of eafe, the world, and Jin, 
 
 Let her find Thee only fweet. 
 
 Thofe o'er whom Thy billows roll 
 Strengthen Thou to leave their foul 
 
 In Thy hands, for Thou art Love ; 
 Make them through their bitter pain 
 Pure from pride and finful ftain, 
 
 Fix their hopes and hearts above. 
 
 Unto all Thyfelf impart, 
 Fafhioned after Thine own heart 
 
 Make Thy children like to Thee ; 
 Humble, pure, and calm, and ftill, 
 Loving, fingle as Thy will, 
 
 And as Thou would'ft have them be. 
 
 And from thofe I love, I pray, 
 Turn not, Lord, Thy face away, 
 
 Hear me while for them I plead ; 
 Be Thou their Eternal Friend, 
 Unto each due blefling fend, 
 
 For Thou knoweft all they need. 
 
 Ah Lord, at this gracious hour 
 Vifit all their fouls with power ; 
 Let Thy gladnefs in them mine ;
 
 Cjjra armamca. H 
 
 Draw them with Thy love away 
 From vain pleafures of a day, 
 Make them wholly ever Thine. 
 
 Dearly were we purchafed, Lord, 
 When Thy blood for us was poured ; 
 
 Think, O Chrift, we are Thine own ! 
 Hold me, guide me, as a child, 
 Through the battle, through the wild, 
 
 Leave me never more alone. 
 
 Till at laft I meet on high 
 With the faithful hoft who cry 
 . Hallelujah night and day ; 
 Pure from ftain we there mall fee 
 Thee in us, and us in Thee, 
 And be one in Thee for aye. 
 
 TERSTEEGEN. 1731.
 
 H 2 nra <&crmamra. 
 
 VI. 
 
 THE REMEMBRANCE. 
 
 H how could I forget Him 
 
 Who ne'er forgetteth me ? 
 Or tell the love that let Him 
 
 Come down to fet me free ? 
 I lay in darkeft fadnefs, 
 
 Till He made all things new, 
 
 And flill frefh love and gladnefs 
 
 Flow from that heart fo true. 
 
 Oh how could I e'er leave Him 
 
 Who is fo kind a Friend ? 
 Or how could ever grieve Him 
 
 Who thus to me doth bend? 
 Have I not feen Him dying 
 
 For us on yonder tree ? 
 Do I not hear Him crying, 
 
 Arife and follow Me ! 
 
 For ever will I love Him 
 
 Who faw my hopelefs plight, 
 
 Who felt my forrows move Him, 
 And brought me life and light :
 
 nra (Smnamra. H3 
 
 Whofe arm fhall be around me 
 When my laft hour is come, 
 
 And fuffer none to wound me, 
 Though dark the paflage home. 
 
 He gives me pledges holy, 
 
 His body and His blood, 
 He lifts the fcorn'd,- the lowly, 
 
 He makes my courage good, 
 For He will reign within me, 
 
 And med His graces there ; 
 The heaven He died to win me 
 
 Can I then fail to mare ? 
 
 In joy and forrow ever 
 
 Shine through me, Blcfled Heart, 
 Who bleeding for us never 
 
 Didft fhrink from foreft fmart ! 
 Whate'er I've loved or ftriven 
 
 Or borne, I bring to Thee ; 
 Now let Thy heart and heaven 
 
 Stand open, Lord, to me ! 
 
 KERN. Died 1835.
 
 '44 Cnra (Scrinanica. 
 
 vn. 
 
 AFTER PARTICIPATION. 
 
 LIVING Bread from Heaven, 
 
 How richly haft Thou fed Thy gueft ! 
 
 The gifts Thou now haft given 
 Have fill'd my heart with joy and reft. 
 O wondrous food of bleffing, 
 O cup that heals our woes, 
 My heart this gift pofTeffing 
 
 In thankful fong o'erflows ; 
 For while the life and ftrength in me 
 
 Were quicken'd by this food, 
 My foul hath gazed awhile on Thee, 
 O higheft, only Good ! 
 
 My Lord, Thou here haft led me 
 Within Thy temple's holieft place, 
 
 And there Thyfelf haft fed me 
 With all the treafures of Thy grace ; 
 And Thou haft freely given 
 
 What earth could never buy, 
 The bread of life from heaven, 
 That now I (hall not die ;
 
 Cjjra mnamca. H5 
 
 And Thou haft fuffer'd me in faith 
 
 To drink the blefled wine 
 That heals the foul from inner death, 
 And makes her wholly Thine. 
 
 Thou giveft all I wanted, 
 The food whofe power can death deftroy, 
 
 And Thou haft freely granted 
 The cup of full eternal joy ; 
 
 Ah Lord, I do not merit 
 
 The favour Thou haft mown, 
 
 And all*iy foul and fpirit 
 
 Bow down before Thy throne ; 
 Since Thou haft fuffer'd me to eat 
 
 The food of angels here, 
 Nor Sin, nor foes that I can meet. 
 
 Nor Death I now may fear. 
 
 O Love incomprehended ! 
 That wrought in Thee, my Saviour, thus 
 
 That Thou fhould'ft have defcended 
 From higheft heaven to dwell with us ! 
 
 Creator, that hath brought Thee 
 To fuccour fuch as I, 
 
 Who elfe had vainly fought Thee ! 
 
 Then grant me now' to die 
 To fin, and live alone to Thee, 
 
 That when this time is o'er, 
 Thy face, O Saviour, I may fee 
 
 In heaven or evermore.
 
 Cnra (Bcnnamca. 
 
 For as a fhadow pafTes 
 I pafs, but Thou doft ftill endure ; 
 
 I wither like the grafTes, 
 But Thou art rich, though I am poor ; 
 
 Oh boundlefs is Thy kindnefs, 
 And righteous is Thy power; 
 
 And I in finful blindnefs 
 
 Am erring hour by hour, 
 And yet Thou comeft, doft not fpurn 
 
 A finner, Lord, like me ! 
 Ah how can I Thy love return, 
 
 What gift have I for Thee ? 
 
 A heart that hath repented, 
 And mourns for fin with bitter fighs, 
 
 Thou, Lord, art well-contented 
 With this my only facrifice. 
 
 I know that in my weaLnefs 
 Thou wilt defpife me not, 
 
 But grant me in Thy meeknefs 
 
 The favour I have fought ; 
 Yes, Thou wilt deign in grace to hcea 
 
 The fong that now I raife, 
 For meet and right is it indeed 
 
 That I mould fing Thy praife. 
 
 Grant what I have partaken 
 May through Thy grace fo work in me, 
 
 That fin be all forfaken, 
 And I may cleave aldne to Thee,
 
 Cnra (B^nnanica. H7 
 
 And all my foul be heedful 
 
 How me Thy love may know, 
 For this alone is needful, 
 
 Thy love mould in me glow; 
 And let no beauty pleafe mine eyes 
 
 No joy allure my heart, 
 But what in Thee, my Saviour lies, 
 What Thou doft here impart. 
 
 well for me that ftrengthen'd 
 With heavenly bread and wine, if here 
 
 My courfe on earth be lengthen'd, 
 I now may ferve Thee free from fear ; 
 Away then earthly pleafure, 
 All earthly gifts are vain, 
 
 1 feck a heavenly treafure, 
 
 My home I long to gain, 
 Where I mail live and praife my God, 
 
 And none my peace deftroy, 
 Where all the foul is overflow'd 
 With pure eternal joy. 
 
 RIST. 1651.
 
 H 8 Cnra (Scrmamca. 
 
 FOR TRAVELLERS. 
 
 i. 
 
 AT THE OUTSET OF ANY JOURNEY. 
 
 N God's name let us on our way ! 
 The Father's help and grace we pray, 
 His love fhall guard us round about 
 From foes within and harms without. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 And Chrift, be Thou our Friend and Guide, 
 Through all our wanderings at our fide, 
 Help us all evil to withftand 
 That wars againft Thy leaft command. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 The Holy Spirit o'er us brood 
 
 With all His gifts of richeft good-, 
 
 With hope an4 ftrength when dark our road, 
 
 And lead us home a^ain in God ! 
 
 Hallelujah.
 
 Ctira <8>ermanica. H9 
 
 ii. 
 
 ON A LONG AND PERILOUS JOURNEY. 
 
 WRITTEN on a Journey to Ruffia and Perfia, under- 
 taken by the Author as PhyfTcian to the Embafly 
 from Holftein. 
 
 HERE'ER I go, whate'er my talk, 
 The counfel of my God I afk, 
 
 Who all things hath and can ; 
 Unlefs He give both thought and deed 
 The utmoft pains can ne'er fucceed, 
 And vain the wifeft plan. 
 
 For what can all my toil avail ? 
 My care, my watching all muft fail, 
 
 Unlefs my God is there ; 
 Then let Him order all for me 
 As He in wifdom mail decree ; 
 
 On Him I cart my care. 
 
 For nought can come, as nought hath been, 
 But what my Father hath forefeen, 
 And what mall work my good ;
 
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 Whate'er He gives me I will take, 
 Whate'er He choofes I will make 
 My choice with thankful mood. 
 
 <- I lean upon His mighty arm, 
 
 It Ihields me w^ll from every harm, 
 
 All evil mall avert ; 
 If by His precepts ftill I live 
 Whate'er is ufeful He will give, 
 
 And nought mail do me hurt. 
 
 But only may He of His grace 
 The record of my guilt efface, 
 
 And wipe out all my debt ; 
 Though I have finned He will not ftraight 
 Pronounce His judgment, He will wait, 
 
 Have patience with me yet. 
 
 I travel to a diftant land 
 
 To ferve the poft wherein I ftand, 
 
 Which He hath bade me fill; 
 And He will blefs me with His light 
 That I may ferve His world aright, 
 
 And make me know His will. 
 
 And though through defert wilds I fare, 
 Yet Chriftian friends are with me there, 
 
 And Chrift Himfelf is near ; 
 In all our dangers He will come, 
 And He who kept me fafe at home, 
 
 Can keep me fafely here.
 
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 Yes, He will fpeed us on our way, 
 And point us where to go and ftay, 
 
 And help us ftill and lead ; 
 Let us in health and fafety live, 
 And time and wind and weather give, 
 
 And whatfoe'er we need. 
 
 When late at night my reft I take, 
 When early in the morn I wake, 
 
 Halting or on my way, 
 In hours of weaknefs or in bonds, 
 When vexed with fears my heart defponds, 
 
 His promife is my ftay. 
 
 Since then my courfe is traced by Him 
 I will not fear that future dim, 
 
 But go to meet my doom, 
 Well knowing nought can wak me^there 
 Too hard for me through Him to bear ; 
 
 I yet mall overcome. 
 
 To Him myfelf I wholly give, 
 At His command I die or live, 
 
 I truft His love and power : 
 Whether to-morrow or to-day 
 His fummons come, I will obey, 
 
 He knows the proper hour. 
 
 But if it pleafe that love moft kind, 
 
 And if this voice within my mind 
 
 Is whifpering not in vain,
 
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 I yet fhall praife my God e'er long 
 
 In many a fweet and joyful fong, 
 
 In peace at home again. 
 
 To thofe I love will He be near, 
 With His confoling light appear, 
 
 Who is my fhield and theirs ; 
 And He will grant beyond our thought 
 What they and I alike have fought 
 
 With many tearful prayers. 
 
 ^"Then, oh my foul, be ne'er afraid, 
 On Him who thee and all things made 
 
 Do thou all calmly reft 
 Whate'er may come, where'er we go, 
 Our Father in the heavens muft know 
 In all things what is beft. 
 
 PAUL FLEMMING. 1631,
 
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 PRAYERS AT SEA. 
 
 LORD, be this our vefTel now 
 
 A worthy temple unto Thee, 
 Though none may hear its bells but Thou 
 
 And this our little company. 
 Our church's roof, yon mighty dome, 
 Shall ring with hymns we learnt at home, 
 Our floor the boundlefs tolling wave, 
 Our field, our path, perchance our grave. 
 
 Where mall we aid and comfort find 
 
 With toils and perils all around ? 
 Command, O mighty God, the wind 
 To bear us whither we are bound ; 
 Oh bring us to our home once more 
 From weary wanderings fafe to more ; 
 And thofe who follow us with prayer 
 Keep Thou in Thy moft tender care. 
 
 And as the needle while we rove, 
 To one point ftill is true and juft 
 
 So let our hope and faith and love 
 Be fix'd in One in whom we truft ;
 
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 His word is mighty ftill to fave, 
 He ftill can walk the ftormieft wave, 
 And hold His followers with His hand, 
 For His are heaven and fea and land. 
 
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 IV. 
 
 ON THE SEA-SHORE. 
 
 HOU, folemn Ocean, rolleft to the ftrand 
 Laden with prayers from many a far-off 
 
 land, 
 
 To us thy thoufand murmurs at our feet 
 One cry repeat. 
 
 Through all thy myriad tones that never ceafe 
 We hear of death and love, the crofs and peace 
 New churches bright with hope and glad with 
 
 pfalms, 
 And martyrs' palms. 
 
 Then on ! and come whate'er our God fees fit ! 
 To yon frail wave-toft planks we now commit 
 Our lives, our all, and leave our native land 
 At His command. 
 
 We take thee for our chariot, ftormy Sea ! 
 Borne fafely on to ferve our God by thee, 
 For thou and we alike obey His word 
 And own Him Lord.
 
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 And whether thy chill deeps become our grave, 
 Or far away our blood {hall ftain thy wave, 
 Or we mall crofs with joyous fongs thy foam 
 Back to our home : 
 
 Be it as He ordains whofe name is Love ! 
 Whether our lot or life or death fhall prove, 
 To Life Eternal furely guides His will, 
 And we are ftill. 
 
 DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE.
 
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 v. 
 
 THE PARTING. 
 
 OW we muft leave our father-land, 
 
 And wander far o'er ocean's foam ; 
 Broken is kinfliip's deareft band, 
 Forfaken ftands our ancient home ; 
 But One will ever with us go 
 
 Through bufieft day and ftilleft night ; 
 The heavens above, the deeps below 
 Shrink abalh'd before His fight. 
 
 Then be the iffue-life or death, 
 
 Let Him do as it feems Him beft, - 
 The meflenger of Chriftian faith 
 
 Looks not in this world for his reft. 
 If but His hand ftill hold us faft, 
 
 His prefence hourly fold us round, 
 The anchor of our fouls is caft 
 
 Firm in the One eternal ground. 
 
 The voice of Everlafting Love, 
 
 That rang with living power through us, 
 Is worthy thus our fouls to move, 
 
 Worthy to fill a lifetime thus ;
 
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 Here none was e'er deceived or loft, 
 Howe'er his earthly hopes might fade ; 
 
 Then well for him who weighs the coft 
 Ere yet his final choice is made. 
 
 Yes, fcatter'd are our brothers now 
 
 O'er land and ocean far apart, 
 Yet to one Mafter ftill they bow, 
 
 In Him they ftill are one in heart ; 
 For as ONE fin, ONE poifon ran 
 
 Through all our race fince Adam's fall ; 
 There is ONE hope, ONE life for man 
 
 In Him who bore the fins of all. 
 
 Sweet for each other oft to plead, 
 
 And feel our onenefs in the Son, 
 Ah then we daily meet indeed 
 
 In fpirit at our Father's throne ! 
 Our bodies are but parted here, 
 
 And fade in this dark land away, 
 The earthly fhadows difappear, 
 
 The harvest ripens for that Day. 
 
 Soon Time for us fhall ceafe to reign, 
 
 The Saviour calls us home in peace ; 
 At laft we all fhall meet again, 
 
 And dwell together all in blifs, 
 Where faith to cleareft vifion yields ; 
 
 Triumphant light for forrowing gloom, 
 For defert waftes fair Eden's fields, w 
 
 For tearful paths a bleffed home ! 
 
 ALBERT KNAPP.
 
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 VI. 
 ON THE VOYAGE. 
 
 N our fails all foft and fweetly, 
 
 Yet with bold refiftlefs force, 
 Breathe the winds of heaven, and fleetly 
 
 Wing us on our watery courfe ; 
 Swift, and fwifter. furrowing deep 
 Through the mighty waves, that keep 
 Not a trace where we have been, 
 On we fpeed to 'lands unfeen ! 
 
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 Sink thou deeply in our mind, 
 
 Type of life, mod apt and true ! 
 Though we leave no track behind, 
 
 Yet we plough our furrows too, 
 Where, from out a world of blifs, 
 Falls the feed unfeen of this, 
 And an unfeen diftant home 
 Beckons o'er the defert foam. 
 
 Be our voyage, brethren, fuch 
 
 That if direft peril came, 
 Wreck and ruin could not touch 
 
 Aught but this our weary frame ;
 
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 That may gladly deep the while, 
 Still and bleft the foul {hall fmile, 
 In the eternal peace of Heaven, 
 That our God hath furely given. 
 
 Oh that in that blefled peace 
 
 Many and many a foul may reft ! 
 
 That through us might God increafe 
 Soon the number of the bleft ! 
 
 Free through us the fouls that now 
 
 'Neath a bitter bondage bow ; 
 
 Whom yet darkeft error binds ! 
 
 Speed, oh fpeed us on, ye winds ! 
 
 DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE.
 
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 AT THE , 
 
 BURIAL OF THE DEAD, 
 
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 THE SURE AND CERTAIN HOPE. 
 
 OW lay we calmly in the grave 
 This form, whereof no doubt we have 
 That it mail rife again that Day 
 In glorious triumph o'er decay. 
 
 And fo to earth again we truft 
 What came from duft, and turns to dull, 
 And from the duft mall furely rife 
 When the laft trumpet fills the fides. 
 
 His foul is living now in God 
 Whofe grace his pardon hath beftowed, 
 Who through His Son redeemed him here 
 From bondage unto fin and fear.
 
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 His trials and his griefs are paft, 
 
 A blefled end is his at last, 
 
 He bore Chrift's yoke, and did His will, 
 
 And though he died, he liveth ftill. 
 
 He lives where none can mourn and weep, 
 And calmly mail this body fleep 
 Till God -mall Death himfelf deftroy, 
 And raife it into glorious joy. 
 
 He fuflered pain and grief below, 
 Chrift heals him now from all his woe, 
 For him hath endlefs joy begun, 
 He mines in glory like the fun. 
 
 Then let us leave him to his reft, 
 And homewards turn, for he is bleft, 
 And we muft well our fouls prepare, 
 When death mail come, to, meet him there. 
 
 Then help us, Chrift, our Hope in lofs ! 
 Thou haft redeemed us by Thy crofs 
 From endlefs death and mifery ; 
 We praife, we bless, we worfhip Thee ! 
 
 MICHAEL WEISS. 1531
 
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 IT. 
 
 THE DEPARTURE OF A CHRISTIAN. 
 
 OW weeping at the grave we Hand 
 
 And fow the feed of tears, 
 The form of him who in our band 
 On earth no more appears. 
 
 Ah no, for he hath fafely come 
 Where we too would attain ; 
 
 He dwells within our Father's home, 
 And death to him was gain. 
 
 Now he beholds what we believe, 
 
 He has what here we want, 
 The fins no more his foul can grieve 
 
 'That here the pilgrim haunt ; 
 The Lord hath claimed him for His own 
 
 And fent him calm releafe ; 
 We weep, but it is we alone, 
 
 He dwells in perfedl peace. 
 
 He wears the crown of life on high, 
 He bears the mining palm,
 
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 Where angels " Holy, holy," cry, 
 
 He joins their glorious pfalm. 
 But we poor pilgrims journey on 
 
 Through this dark land of woe, 
 Until we go where he is gone, 
 
 And all his joy fhall know. 
 
 SPITTA.
 
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 THE LORD DOTH ALL THINGS WELL. 
 
 HRIST will gather in His own 
 To the place where He is gone, 
 Where their heart and treafure lie, 
 Where our life is hid on high. 
 
 Day by day the voice faith, " Come, 
 Enter thine eternal home ;" 
 Afking not if we can fpare 
 This dear foul it fummons there. 
 
 Had He afked us, well we know 
 We mould cry, oh fpare this blow ! 
 Yes, with dreaming tears mould pray, 
 " Lord, we love him, let him ftay !" 
 
 But the Lord doth nought amifs, 
 And fince He hath ordered this, 
 We have nought to do but ftill 
 Reft in filence on His will. 
 
 Many a heart no longer here, 
 Ah ! was all too inly dear ; 
 Yet, O Love, 'tis Thou doft call, 
 Thou wilt be our All in all. 
 
 MORAVIAN- HYMN-BOOK.
 
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 IV. 
 THE LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 
 
 HOUGH Love may weep with breaking 
 
 heart, 
 
 There comes, O Chrift, a Day of Thine, 
 There is a Morning Star muft fhine, 
 
 And all thefe fhadows mall depart. 
 
 Though Faith may droop and tremble here, 
 That Day of light mail furely come ; 
 His path has led him fafely home ; 
 
 When twilight breaks the dawn is near. 
 
 Though Hope feem now to have hoped in vain, 
 And Death feem king of all below, 
 There yet mail come the Morning-glow, 
 
 And wake our {lumberers once again. 
 
 F. A. KRUMMACHER.
 
 Cura (Sermauica. 167 
 
 v. 
 
 THE DEATH OF A LITTLE CHILD. 
 
 ENTLE Shepherd, Thou haft ftillcd 
 
 Now Thy little lamb's long weeping; 
 Ah how peaceful, pale, and mild, 
 In its narrow bed 'tis fleeping, 
 And no figh of anguifh fore 
 Heaves that little bofom more. 
 
 In this world of care and pain, 
 
 Lord, Thou wouldft no longer leave it, 
 To the funny heavenly plain 
 
 Doft Thou now with joy receive it, 
 Clothed in robes of fpotlefs white, 
 Now it dwells with Thee in light. 
 
 Ah Lord Jefus, grant that we 
 
 Where it lives may foon be living, 
 
 And the lovely pafturcs. fee 
 
 That its heavenly food are giving, 
 
 Then the gain of death we prove 
 
 Though Thou take what moft we love. 
 
 MKINHOLD.
 
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 VI. 
 ON THE DEATH OF HIS SON. 
 
 HOU'RT mine, yes, ftill thou art mine 
 
 own ! 
 
 Who tells me thou art loft ? 
 But yet thou art not mine alone, 
 
 I own that He who crofs'd 
 My hopes, hath greateft right in thee ; 
 Yea, though He afk and take from me 
 Thee, O my fon, my heart's delight, 
 My wifh, my thought, by day and night. 
 
 Ah might I wifh, ah might I choofe, 
 Then thou, my Star, Ihouldft live, 
 
 And gladly for thy fake I'd lofe 
 All elfe that life can give. 
 
 Oh fain I'd fay : Abide with me, 
 
 The funfhine of my houfe to be, 
 
 No other joy but this I crave, 
 
 To love thee, darling, to my grave ! 
 
 Thus faith my heart, and means it well, 
 
 God meaneth better ftill ; 
 My love is more than words can tell, 
 
 His love is greater ftill ;
 
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 I am a father, He the Head 
 And Crown of fathers, whence is fhed 
 The life and love from which have fprung 
 All blefled ties in old and youn* 
 
 I long for thee, my fon, my own, 
 
 And He who once hath given, 
 Will have thee now befide His throne, 
 
 To live with Him in heaven. 
 I cry, Alas ! my light, my child ! 
 But God hath welcome on him fmilcd, 
 And faid : " My child, I keep thee near, 
 For there is nought but gladnefs here." 
 
 Oh blefled word, oh deep decree, 
 
 More holy than we think ! 
 With God no grief or woe can be, 
 
 No bitter cup to drink, 
 No lickcning hopes, no want or care, 
 No hurt can ever reach him there ; 
 Yes, in that Father's flickered home 
 I know that forrow cannot come. 
 
 We pafs our nights in wakeful thought 
 
 For our dear children's fake ; 
 All day our anxious toil hath fought 
 
 How beft for them to make 
 A future fafe from care or need, 
 Yet feldom do our fchemcs fucceed ; 
 How feldom does their future prove 
 What we had planned for thofc we love !
 
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 How many a child of promife fair 
 
 Ere now hath gone aftray, 
 By ill example taught to dare 
 
 Forfalce Chrift's holy way. 
 Oh fearful the reward is then, 
 The wrath of God, the fcorn of men ! 
 The bittereft tears that e'er are fhed 
 Are his who mourns a child milled. 
 
 But now I need not fear for thee, 
 
 Where thou art, all is well ; 
 For thou thy Father's Face doth fee, 
 
 With Jefus thou doft dwell ! 
 Yes, cloudlefs joys around him mine, 
 His heart mall never ache like mine, 
 He fees the radiant armies glow 
 That keep and guide us here below : 
 
 He hears their singing evermore, 
 
 His little voice too rings, 
 He drinks of wifdom deepeft lore, 
 
 He fpeaks of fecret things, 
 That we can never fee or know 
 Howe'er we feek or ftrive below, 
 While yet amid the mifts we ftand 
 That veil this dark and tearful land. 
 
 Oh that I could but watch afar, 
 
 And hearken but awhile, 
 To that fweet fong that hath no jar, 
 
 And fee his heavenly fmile,
 
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 As he doth praife the holy God, 
 Who made him pure for that abode ! 
 In tears of joy full well I know 
 This burdened heart would overflow. 
 
 And I mould fay : Stay here, my fon, 
 My wild laments are o'er, 
 
 well for thee that thou haft won, 
 I call thee back no more ; 
 
 But come, thou fiery chariot, come, 
 And bear me fwiftly to that home, 
 Where he with many a loved one dwells, 
 And evermore of gladnefs tells ! 
 
 Then be it as my Father wills, 
 
 I will not weep for thee ; 
 Thou liveft, joy thy fpirit fills, 
 
 Pure funmine thou doft fee, 
 The funmine of eternal reft : 
 Abide, my child, where thou art bleft ; 
 
 1 with our friends will onward fare, 
 And, when God wills, {hall find thee there. 
 
 PAUL GERH^RDT. 1650.
 
 PART II. 
 
 THE INNER LIFE.
 
 PENITENCE. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE ONLY HELPER. 
 
 ORD Jefus Chrift, in Thee alone 
 
 My hope on earth I place ; 
 For other comforter is none, 
 
 Nor help fave in Thy grace. 
 There is no man nor creature here, 
 No angel in the heavenly fphere, 
 Who at my need can fuccour me; 
 
 I cry to Thee, 
 For Thou canft end my mifery. 
 
 My fin is very fore and great, 
 
 I mourn its load beneath ; 
 Oh free me from this heavy weight 
 
 Through Thy moft precious death ; 
 And with Thy Father for me plead 
 That Thou haft fuffer'd in my ftead, 
 The burden then from me is roll'd ; 
 
 Lord, I lay hold 
 On Thy dear promifes of old. 
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 And of Thy grace on me beftow 
 True Chriftian faith, O Lord, 
 
 That all the fweetnefs I may know 
 That in Thy crofs is ftored, 
 
 Love Thee o'er earthly pride or pelf, 
 
 And love my neighbour as myfelf ; 
 
 And when at laft is come my end, 
 Be Thou my Friend, 
 
 From all aflaults my foul defend. 
 
 Glory to God in higheft heaven, 
 
 The Father of all love ; 
 To His dear Son, for finners given 
 
 Whofe grace we daily prove ; 
 To God the Holy Ghoft we cry, 
 That we may find His comfort nigh, 
 And learn how, free from fin and fear, 
 
 To pleafe Him here, 
 And ferve Him in the finlefs fphere. 
 
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 II. 
 
 SUBMISSION. 
 
 LAS ! my Lord and God, 
 
 How heavy is my load, 
 My fins are great and weigh me to the 
 
 ground ; 
 The yoke doth forely prefs, 
 And yet in my diftrefs 
 Through all the world no helper can be found. 
 
 And fled I in my fear 
 
 Far far away from here, 
 To the earth's remotefl end Thou ftill wert there. 
 
 My anguifh and my pain 
 
 Would yet with me remain ; 
 I could not flee away from defpair. 
 
 'Tis Thou canfl help alone, 
 
 I caft me at Thy throne,, 
 Rejeft me not, though I deferve it, Lord ; 
 
 Ah think of all Thy Son 
 
 For me, for me, hath done, 
 Nor let me feel Thy fharp avenging fword. 
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 And if it must be fo, 
 
 That punifhment and woe 
 Muft follow fin, then let me bear it here ; 
 
 Low at Thy feet I bow, 
 
 Oh let me fuffer now, 
 But fpare me yonder, then in love appear. 
 
 Oh Lord, forget my fin, 
 And deign to put within 
 
 A calm obedient heart, a patient mind, 
 That I may murmur not, 
 Though bitter feem my lot, 
 
 For hearts unthankful can no bleffing find. 
 
 Do Thou, O Lord, with me 
 
 As feemeth beft to Thee, 
 For Thou wilt ftrengthen me to bear the rod, 
 
 For this alone I pray, 
 
 Oh caft me not away, 
 For ever from Thy grace, Thou pitying God. 
 
 Nay, that Thou wilt not do, 
 I know Thy word is true, 
 
 My faith can reft in quiet hope on Thee, 
 The death of Chrift, I know, 
 Hath freed me from my woe, 
 
 And open'd heaven to fmners and to me. 
 
 Lord Jefus, where Thou art 
 All doubt and dread depart,
 
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 My refuge is the crofs where Thou waft flain, 
 Where Thou, Lord, for our fake 
 t)idft all our griefs partake, 
 
 And die our comfort and our grace to gain. 
 
 Here at my Saviour's fide, 
 
 Here let me ftill abide, 
 Then death may come, but little he deftroys ; 
 
 Though foul and body part, 
 
 I live where Thou, Lord, art, 
 My fins wiped out amid eternal joys. 
 
 All praife to God alone, 
 Who claims me for His own, 
 
 Through Chrift my Lord ; oh let me truft Him 
 
 then, 
 
 And lean in fulleft faith 
 On what my Saviour faith, 
 
 He who believeth mail be faved ; Amen. 
 
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 IN GREAT INWARD DISTRESS. 
 
 ESUS, pitying Saviour, hear me, 
 
 Draw Thou near me, 
 Turn Thee, Lord, in grace to me ; 
 For Thou knoweft all my forrow, 
 
 Night and morrow 
 Doth my cry go up to Thee. 
 
 Loft in darknefs, girt with dangers, 
 
 Round me ftrangers, 
 Through an alien land I roam, 
 Outward trials, bitter lofTes, 
 
 Inward crofles, 
 Lord, Thou knoweft have fought me home. 
 
 See the fetters that have bound me, 
 
 Snares furround me, 
 Ffee the captive, hear my call , 
 Ah from fin my foul I never 
 
 Can deliver, 
 I am weak and helplefs all.
 
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 Though the tempter's wiles and cunning 
 
 I am fhunning, 
 
 Yet they vex and wound me fore ; 
 Oft I waver, oft I languifli, 
 
 Fill'd with anguifh, 
 Strength and reft are mine no more. 
 
 Peace I cannot find, oh take me, 
 
 Lord, and make me 
 From the yoke of evil free ; 
 Calm this longing never-fleeping, 
 
 Still my weeping, 
 Grant me hope once more in Thee. 
 
 Sin of courage hath bereft me, 
 
 And hath left me 
 Scarce a fpark of faith or hope ; 
 Bitter tears my heart oft fheddeth 
 
 As it dreadeth 
 [ am paft Thy mercy's fcope. 
 
 Lord, wilt Thou be wroth for ever ? 
 
 Oh deliver 
 
 Me from all I moft deferved ; 
 Tis Thyfelf, dear Lord, haft fought me, 
 
 Thou haft taught me 
 Thee to feck from whom I fwerved. 
 
 Thou, my God and King, haft known me, 
 
 Yet haft mown me 
 True and loving is Thy will ;
 
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 Though my heart from Thee oft ranges, 
 
 Through its changes, 
 Lord, Thy love is faithful ftill. 
 
 Satan watches to betray me, 
 
 He would flay me, 
 Quicken Thou my faith and powers, 
 Let me, though Thy face Thou'rt hiding, 
 
 Still confiding, 
 Look to Thee in darkefl hours. 
 
 Blefs my trials thus to fever 
 
 Me for ever 
 
 From the love of felf and fin ; 
 Let me through them fee Thee clearer, 
 
 Find Thee nearer, 
 Grow more like to Thee within. 
 
 In the patience that Thou lendeft 
 
 All Thou fendeft 
 I embrace, I will be ftill ; 
 Bend this ftubborn heart I pray Thee 
 
 To obey Thee, 
 Calmly waiting on Thy will. 
 
 Here I bring my will, oh take it, 
 
 Thine, Lord, make it, 
 Calm this troubled heart of mine ; 
 In Thy ftrength I too may conquer, 
 
 Wait no longer, 
 Show in me Thy grace Divine. 
 
 TERSTEEGEN. 1731.
 
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 IV. 
 
 THE WEAKNESS AND RESTLESSNESS 
 OF SIN. 
 
 JESUS, Lord of majefty ! 
 
 O glorious King, eternal Son ! 
 In mercy bend Thou down to me, 
 
 As now I caft me at Thy throne. 
 
 Enflaved to vanity, and weak, 
 An alien power in me hath fway 
 
 My ftrength is gone, howe'er I feek 
 I cannot break my bonds away. 
 
 How oft my heart againft my will 
 Is torn and toffing to and fro, 
 
 I cannot, as I would, fulfill 
 
 The good that yet I love and know. 
 
 How many ties opprefs and bind 
 The foul that yearneth to be free ; 
 
 Diftrafted, vanquifh'd, oft the mind 
 That fain would reft at peace in Thee.
 
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 I praftife me in felf-controul, 
 
 Yet reft and calm in vain purfue ; 
 
 Self-will is rooted in my foul, 
 
 And thwarts me ftill, whate'er I do. 
 
 I hate it, but its life is ftrong, 
 
 I fear, yet cannot it forfake ; 
 Ah Lord, how long it feems, how long, 
 
 Until Thy grace my yoke mall break ! 
 
 Ah Jefus, when, when wilt Thou lead 
 The prifoner from this drear abode ? 
 
 When mail I feel that I am freed, 
 
 And Thou art with me, Son of God ? 
 
 Oh take this heart that I would give 
 
 For ever to be all Thine own ; 
 I to myfelf no more would live ; 
 
 Come, Lord, be Thou my King alone. 
 
 Yes, take my heart, and in it rule, 
 
 Direft it as it pleafes Thee ; 
 I will be filent in Thy fchool, 
 
 And learn whate'er Thou teacheft me. 
 
 What lives by life that is not Thine 
 I yield it to Thy righteous doom ; 
 
 What yet refists Thy power Divine, 
 Oh let Thy fire of love confume. 
 
 And then within the heart abide 
 
 That Thou haft cleanfed to be Thy throne ;
 
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 A look from Thee mall be my guide, 
 I watch but till Thy will is known. 
 
 Yes, make me Thine, -though I am weak, 
 Thy fervice makes us ftrong and free ; 
 
 My Lord and King, Thy face I feek, 
 For ever keep me true to Thee. 
 
 TERSTEEGEN, 1731.
 
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 V. 
 
 GOD, Thou faithful God, 
 Thou Fountain ever flowing, 
 Without Whom nothing is, 
 All perfeft gifts beftowing ; 
 A pure and healthy frame 
 Oh give me, and within 
 A confcience pure from blame, 
 A foul unhurt by fin. 
 
 And grant me, Lord, to do, 
 With ready heart and willing, 
 
 Whate'er Thou {halt command, 
 My calling here fulfilling, 
 And do it when I ought, 
 
 With all my ftrength, and blefs 
 The work I thus have wrought, 
 For Thou muft give fuccefs. 
 
 And let me promife nought 
 But I can keep it truly, 
 
 Abftain from idle words, 
 And guard my lips {till duly ;
 
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 And grant, when in my place 
 I muft and ought to fpeak, 
 
 My words due power and grace, 
 Nor let me wound the weak. 
 
 If dangers gather round, 
 Yet keep me calm and fearlefs ; 
 And help me bear the crofs 
 When life is dark and cheerlefs ; 
 And overcome my foe 
 
 With words and aftions kind ; 
 When counfel I would know, 
 Good counfel let me find. 
 
 And let me be with all 
 In peace and friendfhip living, 
 
 As far as Chriftians may ; 
 And if Thou aught art giving 
 Of wealth and honours fair, 
 
 Oh this refufe me not, 
 That nought be mingled there 
 Of goods unjuftly got. 
 
 And if a longer life 
 Be here on earth decreed me, 
 
 And Thou through many a ftrife 
 To age at laft wilt lead me, 
 Thy patience in me fhed, 
 Avert all fin and fhame, 
 And crown my hoary head 
 With pure, untarnifh'd fame.
 
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 Let nothing that may chance, 
 From Chrift my Saviour fever, 
 
 And dying with Him, take 
 My foul to Thee for ever; 
 And let my body have ; 
 A little fpace to fleep 
 Befide my father's grave, 
 
 And friends that o'er it weep. 
 
 And when the Day is come, 
 And all the dead are waking, 
 
 Oh reach me down Thy hand, 
 Thyfelf my {lumbers breaking ; 
 Then let me hear Thy voice, 
 
 And change this earthly frame, 
 And bid me aye rejoice 
 
 With thofe who love Thy name. 
 
 JOHANN HEERMANN. 1630.
 
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 VI. 
 THE DELIVERER FROM BONDAGE. 
 
 HOU who breakeft every chain, 
 Thou who ftill art ever near, 
 Thou with whom difgrace and pain 
 
 Turn to joy and heaven e'en here ; 
 Let Thy further judgments fall 
 On the Adam ftrong within, 
 Till Thy grace hath freed us all 
 From the prifon houfe of fin. 
 
 'Tis Thy Father's will toward us, 
 
 Thou fhouldft end Thy work at length ; 
 Hence in Thee are centred thus 
 
 Perfeft wifdom, love, and ftrength, 
 That Thou none fhouldft lofe of thofc 
 
 Whom He gave Thee, though they roam 
 'Wildered here amid their foes, 
 
 Thou fhouldft bring them fafely home. 
 
 Ah Thou wilt, Thou canft not ceafe, 
 Till Thy perfect work be done ; 
 
 In Thy hands we lie at peace, ' 
 Knowing all Thy love hath won,
 
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 Though the world may blindly dream 
 We are captives poor and bafe, 
 
 And the crofs's yoke may deem 
 Sign of meannefs and difgrace. 
 
 Look upon our bonds, and fee 
 
 How doth all creation groan 
 'Neath the yoke of vanity, 
 
 Make Thy full redemption known ; 
 Still we wreftle, cry, and pray, 
 
 Held in bitter bondage fall, 
 Though the foul would break away 
 
 Into higher things at laft. 
 
 Lord, we do not afk for reft 
 
 For the flefh, we only pray 
 Thou wouldft do as feems Thee beft, 
 
 Ere yet comes our parting day ; 
 But our fpirit clings to Thee, 
 
 Will not, dare not, let Thee go, 
 Until Thou haft fet her free 
 
 From the bonds that caufe her woe. 
 
 Ruler rule, and Conqueror conquer, 
 
 King aflert Thy fovereign right, 
 Till there be no flavery longer 
 
 Spread the kingdom of Thy might ! 
 Lead the captives freely out, 
 
 Through the covenant of Thy blood, 
 From our dark remorfe and doubt, 
 
 For Thou wilt alone our good.
 
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 'Tis of our own fault, we own 
 
 We are flaves to felf and floth, 
 Yet oh leave us not alone 
 
 In the living death we loathe ; < 
 Crufhed beneath our burden's weight, 
 
 Crying at Thy feet we fall, 
 Point the path, though fteep and ftrait, 
 
 Thou didft open once for all. 
 
 Ah how dearly were we bought 
 Not to ferve the world or fin ; 
 
 By the work that Thou haft wrought 
 Muft Thou make us pure within, 
 
 Wholly pure and free, in us 
 Be Thine image now reftored : 
 
 Filled from out Thy fulnefs thus 
 
 . Grace for grace is on us poured. 
 
 Draw us to Thy crofs, O Love, 
 
 Crucify with Thee whate'er 
 Cannot dwell with Thee above, 
 
 Lead us to thofe regions fair ! 
 Courage ! long the time may fcem, 
 
 Yet His day is coming faft ; . 
 
 We mail be like them that dream 
 
 When our freedom dawns at laft. 
 
 GOTTFRIED ARNOLD. 1697.
 
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 VII. 
 THE SAFE REFUGE. 
 
 OUR AGE, my forely-tempted heart ! 
 Break through thy woes, forget their 
 
 fmart ; 
 
 Come forth and on Thy Bridegroom gaze, 
 The Lamb of God, the Fount of grace; 
 Here is thy place ! 
 
 His arms are open, thither flee ! 
 There reft and peace are waiting thee, 
 The deathless crown of righteoufnefs, 
 The entrance to eternal blifs ; 
 
 He gives thee this ! 
 
 Then combat well, of nought afraid, 
 For thus His follower thou art made, 
 Each battle teaches thee to fight, 
 Each foe to be a braver knight, 
 
 Armed with His might. 
 
 If ftorms of fierce temptation rife, 
 Unmoved we'll face the frowning fkies ;
 
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 If but the heart is true indeed, 
 Chrift will be with us in our need, 
 His own could bleed. 
 
 I flee away to Thy dear crofs, 
 For hope is there for every lofs, 
 Healing for every wound and woe, 
 There all the ftrength of love I know 
 And feel its, glow. 
 
 Before the Holy One I fall, 
 The Eternal Sacrifice for all ; 
 His death has freed us from our load, 
 Peace on the anguiflied foul beftowed, 
 Brought us to God. 
 
 How then fhould I go mourning on ? 
 I look to Thee, my fears are gone, 
 With Thee is reft that cannot ceafe, 
 For Thou haft wrought us full releafe, 
 And made our peace. 
 
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 Thy word hath ftill its glorious powers, 
 
 The nobleft chivalry is ours ; 
 
 Thou, for whom to die is gain, 
 
 1 bring Thee here my all, oh deign 
 
 To accept and reign ! 
 
 J. H. BOHMER. 1704. 
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 194 
 
 PRAISE AND THANKS- 
 GIVING. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE CHORUS OF GOD'S THANKFUL 
 CHILDREN. 
 
 OW thank we all our God, 
 With heart and hands and voices, 
 
 Who wondrous things hath done, 
 In whom His world rejoices ; 
 Who from our mother's arms 
 Hath blefled us on our way 
 With countlefs gifts of love, 
 And ftill is ours to-day. 
 
 Oh may this bounteous God 
 Through all our life be near us, 
 
 With ever joyful hearts 
 And blefled peace to cheer us ; 
 And keep us in His grace, 
 
 And guide us when perplex'd, 
 And free us from all ills 
 In this world and the next.
 
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 All praife and thanks to God 
 The Father, now be given, 
 
 The Son, and Him who reigns 
 With them in higheft heaven, 
 The One eternal God, 
 
 Whom earth and heaven adore, 
 For thus it was, is now, 
 And (hall be evermore ! 
 
 MARTIN RINCKART. 1636.
 
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 II. 
 THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 
 
 LL praife and thanks to God moft High, 
 
 The Father of all Love ! 
 The God who doeth wondroufly, 
 
 The God who from above 
 My foul with richefl folace fills, 
 The God who every forrow ftills ; 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 The hoft of heaven Thy praifes tell, 
 All thrones bow down to Thee, 
 
 And all who in Thy fhadow dwell, 
 In earth and air and fea, 
 
 Declare and laud their Maker's might, 
 
 Whofe wifdom orders all things right; 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 And for the creatures He hath made 
 
 Our God mail well provide ; 
 His grace mall be their conftant aid, 
 ""heir guard on every fide ;
 
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 His kingdom ye may furely truft, 
 There all is equal, all is juft ; 
 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 I fought Him in my hour of need ; 
 
 Lord God, now hear my prayer ! 
 For death He gave me life indeed, 
 
 And comfort for defpair; * 
 
 For this my thanks mail endlefs be, 
 Oh thank Him, thank Him too with me j 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 The Lord is never far away, 
 Nor fundered from His flock ; 
 
 He is their refuge and their flay, 
 Their peace, their truft, their rock, 
 
 And with a mother's watchful love 
 
 He guides them wherefoe'er they rove 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 And when earth cannot comfort more, 
 
 Nor earthly help avail, 
 The Maker comes Himfelf, whofe ftore 
 
 Of bleffing cannot fail, 
 And bends on them a Father's eyes 
 Whom earth all reft and hope denies : 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 Ah then till life hath reached its bound, 
 
 My God, I'll worlhip Thee, 
 The chorus of Thy praife mall found 
 
 Far over land and fea ;
 
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 Oh foul and body now rejoice, 
 My heart fend forth a gladfome voice * 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 All ye who name Chrift's holy Name, 
 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 Ye who the Father's power proclaim, 
 
 Qjve to our God the glory ! 
 All idols under foot be trod, 
 The Lord is God ! The Lord is God ! 
 Give to our God the glory ! 
 
 J. J. SCHUTZ. 1673.
 
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 m. 
 
 THE GLORY OF GOD IN CREATION. 
 
 O, heaven and earth, and fea and air, 
 Their Maker's glory all declare ; 
 And thou, my foul, awake and fing, 
 To Him Thy praifes alfo bring. 
 
 Through Him the glorious Source of Day 
 Can break the clouds of night away ; 
 The pomp of ftars, the moon's fbft light, 
 Praife Him through all the filent night. 
 
 Behold, how He hath everywhere 
 Made earth fo wondrous rich and fair ; 
 The foreft dark, the fruitful land, 
 All living things do mow His hand. 
 
 Behold, how through the boundlefs Iky 
 The happy birds all fwiftly fly ; 
 And fire and wind and ftorm are ftill 
 The ready fcrvants of His will.
 
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 Behold the waters' ceafelefs flow, 
 For ever circling to and fro ; 
 The mighty fea, the bubbling well, 
 Alike their Maker's glory tell. 
 
 My God how wondroufly doft Thou 
 Unfold Thyfelf to us e'en now ! 
 O grave it deeply on my heart 
 What I am, and what Thou, Lord, art ! 
 
 JOACHIM NEANDER. 1679.
 
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 IV. 
 THE FAITHFULNESS OF GOD. 
 
 WHO fo oft in deep diftrefs 
 
 And bitter grief muft dwell, 
 Will now my God with gladnefs blefs, 
 
 And all His mercies tell ; 
 Oh hear me then, my God and King, 
 While of Thy Holy Name I fmg, 
 Who doeft all things well. 
 
 Our fathers who are now no more 
 Have praifed Thee in their day, 
 
 They taught their children oft of yore 
 The wonders of Thy way ; 
 
 Our children mall not reft, and ftill 
 
 They mall not all the meafure fill, 
 Nor all exhauft the lay. 
 
 To Thee how many thankful fongs 
 
 Have gone up ere my days, 
 And yet to me a part belongs 
 
 In that great hymn of praife ; 
 I too muft tell Thy wondrous might, 
 And praife Thy covenant juft and right, 
 
 And Thine all-conquering grace. 
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 And many a pious heart fhall learn 
 
 The fongs I make to Thee, 
 Far o'er the ftars that yonder burn 
 
 Shall rife our harmony, 
 Thy Majefty, Thy mighty Hand, 
 Shall be reveal'd to every land, 
 
 And all Thy goodnefs fee ! 
 
 For who is gracious, Lord, as Thou ? 
 
 Who hath fo much forgiven ? 
 Who flill to us would pitying bow 
 
 Who thus with grace have ftriven ? 
 For loft in fins the whole world lies, 
 Her ceafelefs crimes would scale the fkies, 
 
 And cry aloud to heaven. 
 
 Yes, it muft be a faithful heart 
 
 That thus can love us flill, 
 Who oft rejeft the better part, 
 
 And thanklefs choofe the ill ; 
 But God can be nought elfe but good, 
 And therefore doth His mercies' flood 
 
 All things with bleffing fill. 
 
 For this the works that Thou haft made 
 
 Do thank Thee and rejoice, 
 Thy faints fhall blefs Thee for Thine aid, 
 
 And make Thy ways their choice, 
 And tell abroad from hour to hour 
 Thy glorious rule, Thy kingdom's power, 
 
 With far-refounding voice.
 
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 Yes, they {hall praife it, till its fame 
 Through all the world fhall ring, 
 
 And all men learn to know Thy name 
 And gifts and fervice bring ; 
 
 Eternal is Thy glorious throne, 
 
 Thy rule is like Thyfelf alone, 
 O juft, Eternal King ! 
 
 And yet in death or pain or lofs, 
 
 The Lord is with us all, 
 Lightens the preffure of the crofs, 
 
 Upholds us when we fall; 
 He ftems the fwelling tide of woes, 
 And when we fink beneath its blows 
 
 He comes, ere yet we call. 
 
 All eyes do wait on Thee, O Lord, 
 
 Who keepeft us from dearth, 
 Who fcattereft rich fupplies abroad 
 
 For all the wants of earth ; 
 Thou ope^i oft Thy bounteous hand, 
 And all in fea and air and land 
 
 Are fill'd with food and mirth. 
 
 Thy thoughts are good, and Thou art kind 
 
 E'en when we think it not ; 
 How many an anxious faithlefs mind 
 
 Sits grieving o'er its lot, 
 And frets and pines by day and night, 
 As God had loft it out of fight, 
 
 And all its wants forgot !
 
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 Ah no ! God ne'er forgets His own, 
 
 His heart is far too true, 
 He ever feeks their good alone, 
 
 His love is daily new ; 
 And though thou deem that things go ill, 
 Yet He is juft and holy ftill 
 
 In all things He can do. 
 
 The Lord is ever clofe and near 
 To thofe who keep His word, 
 
 Whene'er they cry to Him in fear 
 Their prayer is furely heard ; 
 
 He knoweth well who loves Him well, 
 
 His love mall yet their clouds difpel, 
 And grant the hope deferr'd. 
 
 To thofe who love Him He denies 
 No good thing that they feek; 
 
 He fees their forrow, counts their fighs, 
 And hearkens when they fpeak, 
 
 And furely frees them from their woes ; 
 
 But thofe who hate them He o'erthrows, 
 And makes their boafting weak. 
 
 Yet this is but a little part 
 Of what I fain would fing ; 
 
 But daily fliall my voice and heart 
 New thanks and praifes bring; 
 
 Oh help me all that live and move, 
 
 Help me to fpeak His faithful love, 
 And praife our glorious King. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1 606-16-
 
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 v. 
 
 THE HOLINESS OF GOD BROUGHT 
 NEAR TO MAN IN CHRIST. 
 
 MIGHTY Spirit! Source whence all 
 
 things fprung! 
 
 O glorious Majefty of perfect Light ! 
 Hath ever worthy praife to Thee been 
 
 fung, 
 
 Or mortal heart endured to meet Thy fight ? 
 If they who fin have never known 
 Muft veil their faces at Thy throne, 
 Oh how fhall I, who am but fin and duft, 
 Approach untrembling to the Pure and Juft ? 
 
 The voice of confcience in the foul hath mown 
 
 Some far-off glimpfes of Thy holinefs, 
 And yet more clearly haft Thou made it known 
 In Thy dear word that tells us of Thy grace ; 
 But with all-glorious light divine 
 In His face we behold it mine, 
 The finlcfs One, who this dark earth has trod 
 To win through forrow finners back to God.
 
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 The brightnefs of Thy glory was the Son ; 
 
 Thy law engraven on His heart He wore, 
 And on His forehead that all clearly flione 
 That Aaron's forehead but in fhadow bore ;* 
 -And even to death did He obey 
 To take the guilt of fin away, 
 And made a curfe for man, and dying thus, 
 He won the power of holinefs for us. 
 
 Now may Thine image in us fliine anew 
 
 In holy righteoufnefs and innocence ; 
 Now ftfengthened by Thy Son a fervice true 
 Thy people render, pure from all offence ; 
 But all their light is only dim, 
 A fhadowed broken light from Him, 
 Who that we might be holy bore our load, 
 In Whom we dare to meet the Holy God. 
 
 J. J. RAMBACH. 1720. 
 
 * Exodus xxviii. 36-38.
 
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 VI. 
 
 TO THE SAVIOUR. 
 
 N Thee is gladnefs 
 
 Amid all fadnefs, 
 Jefus, Sunfhine of my heart ! 
 By Thee are given 
 
 The gifts of heaven, 
 Thou the true Redeemer art ! 
 Our fouls Thou wakeft, 
 Our bonds Thou breakeft, 
 Who trufts Thee furely 
 Hath built fecurely, 
 He ftands for ever : 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 Our hearts are pining 
 To fee Thy mining, 
 Dying or living 
 To Thee are cleaving, 
 Nought can us fever ; 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 If He is ours, 
 We fear no powers 
 Of earth or Satan, fin or death !
 
 He fees and blefles 
 In worft diftrefles, 
 He can change them with a breath ! 
 Wherefore the ftory 
 Tell of His glory 
 With heart and voices ; 
 All heaven rejoices 
 
 In Him for ever : 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 We triumph o'er fadnefs, 
 We ling in our gladnefs, 
 We love Thee, we praife Thee, 
 And yonder lhall raife Thee, 
 
 Glad hymns for ever ; 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 I. LlNDEMANN. 1580-1630.
 
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 VII. 
 FOR PUBLIC PEACE. 
 
 Written at the clofe of the Thirty Years' War. 
 
 HANK God it hath refounded, 
 The bleffed voice of joy and Peace ! 
 
 And murder's reign is bounded, 
 And fpear and fword at laft may cease. 
 Arife, take down thy lyre, 
 
 My country, and once more 
 Uplift in full-toned choir 
 
 Thy happy fongs of yore ; 
 Oh raife thy heart to God and fay : 
 
 Thy covenants, Lord, endure, 
 Thy mercies do not pafs away, 
 Thy promifes are fure. 
 
 For nothing do we merit, 
 But fiery wrath and fharpeft rod, 
 
 A race of froward fpirit, 
 Whofe fhamelefs fins ftill mock our God ;
 
 Criva mnanica. 
 
 And He indeed hath fent us 
 Full many a bitter ftroke, 
 And yet, do we repent us, 
 
 Or learn to bear His yoke ? 
 Nay, as we were fo ftill we are, 
 
 But God abideth true, 
 His help fhall ftill the noife of war, 
 The captive's bonds undo. 
 
 O welcome day, that brought us 
 This precious noble gift of Peace ! 
 
 For war hath deeply taught us 
 What forrows come where thou doft ceafe ; 
 
 In thee our God now layeth 
 All hope, all happinefs ; 
 
 Who wounded thee, or flayeth, 
 
 Doth, like a madman, prefs 
 The arrow to his own heart's core, 
 
 And quench with impious hand 
 The golden torch of Peace once more, 
 
 That glads at laft our land. 
 
 This ye could teach us only, 
 So dull and hard thefe hearts of ours, 
 Ye homes, now ftripp'd and lonely, 
 Ye wafted cities, ruin'd towers ; 
 Ye fields once fairly blooming, 
 With golden harvefts graced, 
 Where forefts now are glooming, 
 Or fpreads a dreary wafte;
 
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 Ye graves, with corpfes piled, where lies 
 
 Full many a hero brave, 
 Whofe like no more mail meet our eyes, 
 
 Who died, yet could not fave. 
 
 O man, with bitter mourning 
 Remember now the bygone years, 
 
 When thou haft met God's warning 
 With carelefs feoff, not contrite tears ; 
 
 Yet like a loving Father, 
 He lays afide His wrath, 
 
 And feeks with kindnefs rather 
 
 To lure thee to His path ; 
 He tries if love may yet conftrain 
 
 The heart that hath withftood 
 His rod, oh let Him not in vain 
 
 Now ftrive with thee for good ! 
 
 Thou carelefs world awaken ! 
 Awake, awake-, all ye that fleep, 
 
 Ere yet ye be o'ertaken 
 With ruin fudden, fwift, and deep ! 
 But he who knows Chrift liveth, 
 
 May hope and fear no ill, 
 The Peace that now He giveth 
 
 Hath deeper meaning ftill, 
 For He will furely teach us this : 
 " The end is nigh at hand, 
 When ye in perfect reft and peace 
 Before your God mall ftand." 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1648.
 
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 THE LIFE OF FAITH. 
 
 i. 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 AITH is a living power from heaven, 
 That grafps the promife God hath given, 
 A truft that cannot be o'erthrown, 
 Fix'd heartily on Chrift alone. 
 
 Faith finds in Chrift whate'er we need 
 To fave or ftrengthen us indeed, 
 Receives the grace He fends us down, 
 And makes us mare His crofs and crown. 
 
 Faith in the confcience worketh peace, 
 And bids the mourner's weeping ceafe ; 
 By Faith the children's place we claim, 
 And give all honour to One Name. 
 
 Faith feels the Spirit's kindling breath 
 In love and hope that conquer death ; 
 Faith worketh hourly joy in God, 
 And trufts and bleffes e'en the rod.
 
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 We thank Thee then, O God of heaven, 
 That Thou to us this faith haft given 
 In Jefus Chrift Thy Son, Who is 
 Our only Fount and Source of blifs ; 
 
 And from His fulnefs grant each foul 
 The rightful faith's true end and goal, 
 The bleflednefs no foes deftroy, 
 Eternal love and light and joy. 
 
 BOHEMIAN BRETHREN.
 
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 trmanica. 
 
 II. 
 
 FAITH THAT WORKETH BY LOVE. 
 
 HO keepeth not God's word, yet faith, 
 
 I know the Lord, is wrong; 
 In him is not that blefled faith 
 
 Through which the truth is ftrong ; 
 But he who hears and keeps the word, 
 Is not of this world, but of God. 
 
 The faith His word hath caufed to fhine 
 
 Will kindle love in thee ; 
 More wouldft thou KNOW of things divine, 
 
 Deeper thy LOVE muft be; 
 True faith not only gives thee light, 
 But ftrength to love and do the right. 
 
 Je/us hath wafli'd away our fin, 
 
 And we are children now ; 
 Who feels fuch hope as this within, 
 
 To evil cannot bow ; 
 Rather with Chrift all fcorn endure, 
 So we be like our Matter, pure !
 
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 For he doth pleafe the Father well 
 
 Who fimply can obey; 
 In him the love of God doth dwell 
 
 Who fteadfaft keeps His way ; 
 A daily aftive life of love, 
 Such fruits a living faith muft prove. 
 
 He is in God, and God in him, 
 
 Who ftill abides in love ; 
 'Tis love that makes the Cherubim 
 
 Obey and praife above ; 
 For God is love, the lovelefs heart 
 Hath in His life and joy no part. 
 
 C. F. GELLERT. 1757.
 
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 in. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S TRUST. 
 
 KNOW in whom I put my truft, 
 
 I know what ftandeth faft, 
 When all things here diffblve like dull 
 
 Or fmoke before the blaft : 
 I Know what ftill endures, howe'er 
 
 All elfe may quake and fall, 
 When lies the prudent men enfnare, 
 And dreams the wife enthral. 
 
 It is the Dayfpring from on high, 
 
 The adamantine Rock, 
 Whence never ftorm can make me fly, 
 
 That fears no earthquake's mock. 
 My Jefus Chrift, my fure Defence, 
 
 My Saviour, and my Light, 
 That mines within, and fcatters thence 
 
 Dark phantoms of the night : 
 
 Who, once was borne, betray'd and {lain, 
 
 At evening to the grave ; 
 Whom God awoke, who rofe again, 
 
 A Conqueror ftrong to fave ;
 
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 Who pardons all my fin, who fends 
 
 His Spirit pure and mild ; 
 Whofe grace my every ftep befriends, 
 . Who ne'er forgets His child ! 
 
 Therefore I know in whom I truft, 
 
 I know what ftandeth faft, 
 When all things form'd of earthly duft 
 
 Are whirling in the blaft ; 
 The terrors of the final foe 
 
 Can rob me not of this, 
 And this fhall crown me once, I know, 
 
 With never-fading blifs. 
 
 E. M. ARNDT. 
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 IV. 
 THE ANCHOR OF THE SOUL. 
 
 ORD, all my heart is fix'd on Thee, 
 I pray Thee, be not far from me, 
 With grace and love divine. 
 The whole wide world delights me not, 
 Of heaven or earth, Lord, afk I not, 
 
 If only Thou art mine : 
 And though my heart be like to break, 
 Thou art my truft that nought can make, 
 My portion, and my hidden joy, 
 Whofe crofs could all my bonds deflroy ; 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift ! 
 
 My God and Lord ! My God and Lord ! 
 Forfake me not who truft Thy word ! 
 
 Rich are Thy gifts ! 'Twas God that gave 
 Body and foul, and all I have 
 
 In this poor life I live ; 
 That I may ufe them to Thy praife, 
 And man's true welfare all my days, 
 
 Thy grace I pray Thee give ; 
 From all falfe do&rine keep me, Lord ; 
 All lies and malice from me ward ;
 
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 In every crofs uphold Thou me, 
 That I may bear it patiently ; 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift ! 
 
 My God and Lord ! My God and Lord ! 
 In death Thy comfort ftill afford. 
 
 Ah Lord, let Thy dear angels come 
 At my laft end to bear me home 
 
 To Paradife for aye ; 
 And in its narrow chamber keep 
 My body fafe in painlefs fleep 
 
 Until Thy Judgment Day ; 
 And then from death awaken me, 
 That thefe mine eyes with joy may fee, 
 O Son of God, Thy glorious face, 
 My Saviour, and my Fount of Grace ! 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift ! 
 
 Receive my prayer, receive my prayer, 
 Thy love will I for aye declare. 
 
 SCHALLING. 1594.
 
 220 Cgra (Barmamca. 
 
 v. 
 
 THE RESOLVE. 
 
 OW at laft I end the ftrife, 
 To my God I give my life 
 
 Wholly, with a fteadfaft mind ; 
 Sin, I will not hearken more, 
 World, I turn from thee, 'tis o'er, 
 Not a look I'll caft behind. 
 
 Hath my heart been wavering long, 
 Have I dallied oft with wrong, 
 
 Now at laft I firmly fay : 
 All my will to this I give, 
 Only to my God to live, 
 
 And to serve Him night and day. 
 
 Lord, I offer at Thy feet 
 
 All I have moft dear and fweet, 
 
 Lo ! I keep no fecret hoard ! 
 Try my heart, and lurks there aught 
 Falfe within its inmoft thought, 
 
 Take it hence this moment, Lord !
 
 Cm*a (Sermamca. 
 
 221 
 
 I will ftiun no toil or wo, 
 Where Thou leadeft I will go, 
 
 Be my pathway plain or rough ; 
 If but every hour may be 
 Spent in work that pleafes Thee, 
 
 Ah, dear Lord, it is enough ! 
 
 One thing will I feek alone, 
 Nought without me mall be known, 
 
 Sought, or toil'd for, more by me ; 
 Strange to earth and all her care, 
 Well content with pilgrim's fare, 
 
 Shall my life be hid in Thee. 
 
 Thee I make my choice alone, 
 Make for ever, Lord, Thine own 
 
 All my powers of foul and mind ; 
 Yes, I give myfelf away, 
 Let the covenant ftand for aye 
 
 That my hand to-day hath figned. 
 
 TERSTEEGEN. 1731.
 
 Ctirci rnnanica. 
 
 VI. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN RACE. 
 
 E who'd make the prize his own, 
 
 Runs as fwiftly as he can ; 
 He who would attain the crown, 
 Strives in earneft as a man ; 
 Trains himfelf betimes with care 
 For the conflict he would mare, 
 Cafts afide whate'er could be 
 Hindrance to His victory. 
 
 Lord, Thou biddeft me afpire 
 
 To a prize fo high, fo grand, 
 That it fets my foul on fire 
 
 To be found amid Thy band : 
 Oh hew brightly fhineth down 
 From Thy heights the Starry crown 
 And the throne to viftors given, 
 Who for Thee have bravely ftriven ! 
 
 Yet it feems I ftrive in vain, 
 Lord, in pity look on me, 
 
 Thou my weaknefs muft fuftain, 
 Set me now from all things free
 
 <E>crmcwica. 22 3 
 
 That could keep me from my goal ; 
 Come, Thyfelf prepare my foul, 
 Give me joy and ftrength and life, 
 Help me in the race, the ftrife. 
 
 Well our utmoft efforts worth 
 
 Is the crown I fee afar, 
 Though the blinded fons of earth 
 
 Care not for our holy war ; 
 An exceeding great reward 
 Is that crown of grace, my Lord ; 
 Be Thyfelf my Strength divine, 
 And the prize mail foon be thine. 
 
 J. MENTZER. 1704.
 
 Cjjra trmanica. 
 
 VII. 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S JOY. 
 
 H, deareft Lord ! to feel that Thou art 
 
 near 
 Brings deepeft peace, and hufhes every 
 
 fear; 
 
 To fee Thy fmile, to hear Thy gracious voice, 
 Makes foul and body inwardly rejoice 
 
 With praife and thanks. 
 
 We cannot fee as yet Thy glorious face, 
 Not yet our eyes behold its love and grace, 
 But Thee our inmoft foul can furely feel, 
 Oh clearly, Lord, canft Thou Thyfelf reveal, 
 Though all unfeen ! 
 
 Oh well for him who ever day and night 
 Should only feek to fieed on Thee aright ! 
 In him a well of joy for ever fprings, 
 And all day long his heart is glad and fings : 
 Who is like Thee ? 
 
 For Thou doft love to meet us as a Friend, 
 Our comfort, healing, hope, and joy to fend ;
 
 I'nra (Bmnanua. 22 S 
 
 Patient to pity and to calm our woe, 
 And daily to forgive us all we owe, 
 
 Of Thy rich grace. 
 
 Whene'er we weep foon bid our tears to_ceafe, 
 And make us feel how ftrong Thy love and peace ; 
 And let the foul fee Thee within, and learn 
 From need and love alike to Thee to turn 
 With ceafelefs gaze. 
 
 A warm and loving heart, a childlike mind, 
 Through every change mayft Thou within us find ; 
 The comfort of Thy holy forrows keep 
 Our hearts at reft, in peace moft calm and deep, 
 In joy or woe ! 
 
 So mail we all, until Thy heaven we fee, 
 Like children evermore be glad in Thee, 
 Though many a time the fudden tear may ftart, 
 If only Thou wilt touch the throbbing heart 
 And ftill is pain ! 
 
 Thou reached down to us Thy wounded hand, 
 And at Thy crofs, dear Lord, afhamed we ftand, 
 Remembering all Thy truth through weal and woe, 
 Until our eyes with tears muft overflow 
 
 Of thanks and praife. 
 
 CHRISTIAN GREGOR. 1778. 
 10*
 
 226 Cjva (Bcrmamca. 
 
 VIII. 
 UNDER CLOUDS. 
 
 ERE behold me, as I caft me 
 
 At Thy throne, O glorious King ! 
 Tears faft thronging, childlike longing, 
 
 Son of Man, to Thee I bring. 
 Let me find Thee let me find Thee ! 
 Me a poor and worthlefs thing. 
 
 Look upon me, Lord, I pray Thee, 
 
 Let Thy Spirit dwell in mine ; 
 Thou haft fought me, Thou haft bought me, 
 
 Only Thee to know I pine ; 
 Let me find Thee let me find Thee ! 
 
 Take my heart and grant me Thine. 
 
 Nought I afk for, nought I ftrive for, 
 But Thy grace fo rich and free, 
 
 That Thou giveft whom Thou loveft, 
 And who truly cleave to Thee ; 
 
 Let me find Thee let me find Thee ! 
 He hath all things who hath Thee.
 
 Cnra (Snrmamca. 227 
 
 Earthly treafure, mirth and pleafure, 
 Glorious name, or richeft hoard, 
 
 Are but weary, void and dreary, 
 To the heart that longs for God ! 
 
 Let me find Thee let me find Thee ! 
 I am ready, mighty Lord. 
 
 JOACHIM NEANDER. 1679.
 
 228 ra (Smnamca. 
 
 IX. 
 
 ASPIRATION. 
 
 P ! yes, upward to thy gladnefs 
 
 Rife, my heart, and foul, and mind ! 
 Caft, oh caft away thy fadnefs, 
 
 Rife where thou thy Lord canft find. 
 
 He is thy home, 
 And thy life alone is He ; 
 Hath the world no place for thee, 
 With Him is room. 
 
 On, ftill onward, mounting higher 
 On the wings of faith to Him ! 
 On, ftill onward, ever higher, 
 
 Till the mournful earth grows dim ! 
 
 God is Thy Rock; 
 
 Chrift thy Champion cannot fail thee, 
 Howfoe'er thy foes aflail thee, 
 Fear not their mock. 
 
 Firm, yes firmly, ever cleaving 
 Unto Chrift the ftrong and true, 
 
 All, yes all, to God ftill leaving, 
 For His love is daily new,
 
 i'nra (0>ennamca. 22 9 
 
 Be fteadfaft here ; 
 Soon thy foes fhall be o'erthrown, 
 Since He wills thy good alone, " 
 
 Be of good cheer. 
 
 Hide thee, in His chamber hide thee, 
 
 Chrift hath open'd now the door; 
 Tell Him all that doth betide thee, 
 All thy forrows there outpour; 
 
 He hears thy cry ; 
 
 Men may hate thee and deceive thee, 
 But He cannot, will not leave thee, 
 He (till is nigh. 
 
 High, oh high, o'er all things earthy, 
 
 Raife thy thoughts, my foul, to heaven ; 
 One alone of thee is worthy, 
 All thou haft to Him be given ; 
 
 Thy Lord He is 
 
 Who fo truly pleads to have thee, 
 Who in love hath died to fave thee ; 
 Then thou art His. 
 
 Up then, upwards ! feek thou only 
 
 For the things that are above ; 
 Sin thou hateft, earth is lonely, 
 
 Rife to Him whom thou doft love, 
 
 There art thou bleft ; 
 All things here muft change and die, 
 Only with our Lord on high 
 Is perfect reft. 
 
 J. C. SCHADE. l699.
 
 2 3 1'nro 05ermamca. 
 
 x. 
 
 SONG OF THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM. 
 
 PILGRIM here I wander, 
 On earth have no abode, 
 My fatherland is yonder, 
 
 My home is with my God. 
 For here I journey to and fro, 
 
 There in eternal reft 
 Will God His gracious gift beftow 
 On all the toil-opprefsed. * 
 
 For what hath life been giving, 
 From youth up till this day, 
 But conftant toil and ftriving ? 
 
 Far back as thought can ftray, 
 How many a day of toil and care, 
 
 How many a night of tears, 
 Hath pafsed in grief that none could mare, 
 In lonely anxious fears ! 
 
 How many a ftorm hath lightened 
 And thundered round my path ! 
 
 And winds and rains have frightened 
 My heart with fierceft wrath :
 
 Ctira (Rcvmanira. 
 
 And cruel envy, hatred, fcorn, 
 
 Have darkened oft my lot, 
 And patiently reproach I've borne, 
 
 Though I deferved it not. 
 
 Then through, this life of dangers 
 
 I onward take my way ; 
 But in this land of ftrangers 
 
 I do not think to ftay, 
 But onward on the road I fare 
 That leads me to my home, 
 My Father's comfort waits me there, 
 When I have overcome. 
 
 Ah yes, my home is yonder, 
 
 Where all the angelic bands 
 Praife Him with awe and wonder, 
 
 In whofe Almighty hands 
 All things that are and fhall be, lie, 
 
 By Him upholden ftill, 
 Who cafteth down and lifts on high 
 At His moft holy will. . 
 
 That home have I defired, 
 
 'Tis there I would be gone ; 
 Till I am well-nigh tired, 
 
 O'er earth I've journeyed on ; 
 The longer here I roam, I find 
 
 The lefs of real joy 
 That e'er could pleafe or fill my mind, 
 For all hathjbme alloy.
 
 2 3 2 Cnva (Bcrmanica. 
 
 The lodging is too cheerlefs, 
 The forrow is too much; 
 Ah come, my heart is fearlefs, 
 Releafe it with Thy touch, 
 When Thy heart wills, and make an end 
 
 Of all this pilgrimage, 
 And with Thine arm and ftrength defend, 
 When foes againft me rage. 
 
 Where now- my fpirit ftayeth 
 
 Is not her true abode, 
 This earthly houfe decayeth, 
 
 And me will drop its load, 
 When comes the hour to leave beneath 
 
 What now I ufe and have ; 
 
 i 
 
 And when I've yielded up my breath 
 Earth gives me but a grave. 
 
 But Thou, my Joy and gladnefs, 
 O Thou, my Life and Light, 
 Wilt raife me from this fadnefs, 
 This long tempeftuous night, 
 Into the perfeft gladfome day, 
 
 Where bathed in joy divine, 
 Among Thy faints, and bright as they, 
 I too mall ever mine. 
 
 There mall I dwell for ever, 
 
 Not as a gueft alone, 
 With thofe who ceafe there nevei 
 
 To worfhip at Thy throne ;
 
 nrmamca. 2 33 
 
 There in my heritage I reft, 
 
 From bafer things fet free, 
 And join the chorus of the bleft 
 
 For ever, Lord, to Thee ! 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1606-1676.
 
 XT. 
 LONGING FOR HOME. 
 
 OW the pearly gates unfold, 
 
 O Thou Joy of higheft heaven, 
 Who ere earth was made, of old 
 
 Light of light for light waft given ! 
 Haften, Lord, and quickly come, 
 
 Bring the bride Thou haft betrothed, 
 In Thine own pure radiance clothed, 
 Safe to Thine eternal home, 
 Where no more the night of fin 
 Spreads its fear and gloom within. 
 
 All my fpirit thirfts to fee, 
 
 Lord, Thy face unveiled and bright; 
 And to ftand from fin fet free, 
 
 Spotlefs Lamb, amid Thy light. 
 But I leave it, Thou doft well, 
 
 And my heaven is here and now, 
 
 Dayftar of my foul, if Thou 
 Wilt but deign in me to dwell ; 
 For without Thee could there be 
 Joy in heaven itfelf for me ? 
 
 Blifs from Thee my foul hath won, 
 Spite of darkly threatening ill ;
 
 ura (Bennamca. 2 35 
 
 And my heart calls Thee its Sun, 
 And the fea of care grows ftill 
 
 In the fhining of Thy fmile ; 
 
 And Thy love's all-quickening ray 
 Chafes night and pain away, 
 
 That my heart grows light the while ; 
 
 Heavenly joys in Thee are mine, 
 
 Far from Thee I mourn and pine. 
 
 Graft me into Thee for ever, 
 
 Tree of Life, that I may grow 
 Stronger heavenward, drooping never 
 
 For the marpeft ftorms that blow, 
 Bearing fruits of faith and truth; 
 
 Then tranfplant^me out of time 
 
 Into that eternal clime 
 Where I mail renew my youth, 
 When earth's wither'd leaves mail bloom 
 Frefh in beauty from the tomb. 
 
 Life, to whom as to my Head 
 
 I unite me, through my foul 
 Now Thy quickening life-ftream med, 
 
 And Thy love's warm current roll, 
 Frefhening all with ftrength and grace ; 
 
 Be Thou mine, I am Thine own, 
 
 Here and ever Thine alone, 
 All my hope in Thee I place ; 
 Heaven and earth are nought to me, 
 Save, oh Life of life, with Thcc ! 
 
 DESSLER. 1692.
 
 2 3 6 Cura (Ewmamca. 
 
 SONGS OF THE CROSS. 
 
 i. 
 
 QUEEN MARIA OF HUNGARY'S SONG. 
 
 COMPOSED moft probably in 1526, when fhe was 
 compelled to flee from Buda on account of her ad- 
 herence to the Reformed Doftrine, after the Battle 
 of Mohacz ; in which her hufband and the flower 
 of the Hungarian nobility fell in defending their 
 country againft the Turks. 
 
 AN I my fate no more withftand, 
 
 Nor 'fcape the hand 
 That for my faith would grieve me ; 
 This is my ftrength, that well I know 
 
 In weal or woe 
 
 God's love the world muft leave me. 
 God is not far, though hidden now, 
 He foon fhall rife and make them bow 
 Who of His word bereave me. 
 
 Judge as ye will may caufe this hour, 
 Yours is the power,
 
 God bids me ftrive no longer ; 
 I know what mightieft feems to-day 
 Shall pafs away, 
 
 Time than your rule is flronger. 
 The Eternal Good I rather choofe, 
 And fearlefs all for this I lofe ; 
 
 God help me thus to conquer ! 
 
 All has its day, the proverb faith : 
 
 This is my faith, 
 Thou, Chrift, wilt be befide me, 
 And look on all this pain of mine 
 
 As were it Thine, 
 When fharpeft woes betide me ; 
 Muft I then tread this path I yield ; 
 World, as thou wilt, God is my fhield, 
 And He will rightly guide me !
 
 2 3 8 
 
 ii. 
 
 IN OUTWARD AND INWARD DISTRESS 
 
 FROM the Dark Times of the Thirty Years' 
 War. 
 
 CHRIST, Thou bright and Morning Star 
 Now med Thy light abroad ; 
 
 Shine on us from Thy throne afar 
 In this dark place, dear Lord, 
 With Thy pure glorious word. 
 
 Jefus, Comfort of the poor, 
 
 I lift my heart to Thee 
 
 1 know Thy mercies ftill endure 
 
 And Thou wilt pity me ; 
 I truft alone to Thee. 
 
 I cannot reft, I may not fleep, 
 No joy or peace I know, 
 
 My foul is torn with anguifh deep, 
 And fears a deeper woe ; 
 O Chrift, Thy pity mow !
 
 j)ra (Sfcrmanica. 239 
 
 For Thou didft fufFer for my foul, 
 
 Her burdens to remove; 
 Oh make me through Thy forrows whole, 
 
 Refrefh me with Thy love ; 
 
 Lord, help me from above. 
 
 Then Jefus, glory, honour, praife, 
 
 I'll ever fmg to Thee ; 
 Increafe my faith that Thou wilt raife 
 
 Me once where I mail fee 
 
 Eternal joys with Thee ! 
 
 ANON.
 
 Z 4 C-ra armantca. 
 
 in. 
 
 THE ONLY REFUGE IN TIME OF 
 TROUBLE. 
 
 HEN in the hour of utmoft need 
 We know not where to look for aid, 
 When days and nights of anxious thought 
 Nor help nor counfel yet have brought : 
 
 Then this our comfort is alone, 
 That we may meet before Thy throne, 
 And cry, O faithful God, to Thee 
 For refcue from our mifery : 
 
 To Thee may raife our hearts and eyes, 
 Repenting fore with bitter fighs, 
 And feek Thy pardon for our fin, 
 And refpite from our griefs within : 
 
 For Thou haft promifed gracioufly 
 To hear all thofe who cry to Thee, 
 Through Him whofe Name alone is great, 
 Our Saviour and our Advocate.
 
 Ctiva trmamca. 
 
 And thus we come, O God, to-day, 
 And all our woes before Thee lay, 
 For tried, forfaken, lo ! we ftand, 
 Perils and foes on every hand. 
 
 Ah hide not for our fins Thy face, 
 Abfolve us through Thy boundlefs grace, 
 Be with us in our anguifh ftill, 
 Free us at laft from every ill. 
 
 That fo with all our hearts may we 
 Once more with joy give thanks to Thee, 
 And walk obedient to Thy word, 
 And now and ever praife the Lord. 
 
 PAUL EBER. 1511-1569. 
 
 II
 
 2 4 2 Cta (Ekrmamca 
 
 IV. 
 
 UNDER A HEAVY PRIVATE CROSS OR 
 BEREAVEMENT. 
 
 FAITHFUL God ! O pitying Heart, 
 
 Whofe goodnefs hath no end ; 
 I know this crofs with all its fmart 
 
 Thy hand alone doth fend ! 
 Yes, Lord, I know it is Thy love, 
 Not wrath or hatred bids me prove 
 The load 'neath which I bend. 
 
 'Twas ever wont with Thee, my God, 
 
 To chaften oft a fon ; 
 He whom Thou loveft feels Thy rod, 
 
 Tears flow ere joy is won ; 
 Thou leadeft us through darkeft pain 
 Back to the joyous light again; 
 
 Thus ever haft Thou done. 
 
 For e'en the Son Trfou moft doft love 
 
 Here trod the path of woe ; 
 Ere He might reach His throne above 
 
 He bore the crofs below ; 
 Through anguifh, fcorn, and poverty, 
 Through bittereft death He pafsed, that we 
 
 The blifs of heaven might know.
 
 Cnra ermanica. 2 43 
 
 And if the pure and iinlefs One 
 
 Could thus to forrow bow, 
 Shall I who fo much ill have done 
 
 Refift the crofs ? O Thou 
 In whom doth perfeft patience mine, 
 Whoe'er would fain be counted Thine 
 
 Muft wear Thy likenefs now. 
 
 Yet, Father, each frefh aching heart 
 
 Will queftion in its woe, 
 If Thou canft fend fuch bitter fmart 
 
 And yet no anger know ? 
 How long the hours beneath the crofs ! 
 How hard to learn that love and lofs 
 
 From one fole Fountain flow ! 
 
 But what I cannot, Thou true Good, 
 
 Oh work Thyfelf in me ; 
 Nor ever let my trials' flood 
 
 O'erwhelm my faith in Thee ; 
 Keep me from every murmur, Lord, 
 And make me fteadfaft in Thy word, 
 
 My tower of refuge be ! 
 
 If I am weak, Thy tender care 
 
 Help me to face each ill ! 
 With ceafelefs cries and tears and prayer 
 
 The long fad hours I'll fill; 
 The heart that yet can hope and truft, 
 And cry to Thee, though from the dufl, 
 
 Is all unconquered ftill !
 
 244 Cnra (Scrmcmtca. 
 
 O Thou who diedft to give us life, 
 
 Full well to Thee is known 
 The crofs, and all the inner ftrife 
 
 Of thofe who weep alone, 
 And 'neath their burden well-nigh faint ; 
 The aching heart's unfpoken plaint 
 
 Finds echo in Thine own. 
 
 Ah Chrift, do Thou within me fpeak, 
 For Thou canft comfort beft ; 
 
 The tower and ftronghold of the weak, 
 The weary wanderer's reft, 
 
 Our fhadow in the noon-day hours, 
 
 And when the tempeft round us lowers, 
 Our flicker fafe and bleft ! 
 
 O Holy Spirit, fent of God, 
 
 In whom all gladnefs lies, 
 Refrefh my foul, lift ofT her load, 
 
 From Thee all fadnefs flies ; 
 Thou know'ft the glories yet to come, 
 The joy, the folace, of that home, 
 
 Where we mall one day rife. 
 
 There in Thy prefence we mail fee 
 
 Glories beyond our ken ; 
 The crofs known here to none but Thee 
 
 Shall turn to gladnefs then ; 
 There fmiles for all our tears are given, 
 And for our woes the joys of heaven ; 
 
 Lord, *L believe ! Amen ! 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1606-1676.
 
 Cjira <8>rmamca. 245 
 
 v. 
 
 THE ONE TRUE FRIEND. 
 
 H God, my days are dark indeed, 
 How oft this aching heart muft bleed, 
 The narrow way, how filled with pain 
 That I muft pafs ere heaven I gain ! 
 How hard to teach this flefh and blood 
 To feek alone the Eternal Good ! 
 
 Ah whither now for comfort turn ? 
 For Thee, my Jefus, do I yearn, 
 In Thee have I, howe'er diftreft, 
 Found ever counfel, aid, and reft ; 
 I cannot all forfaken be 
 While ftill my heart can truft 'in Thee. 
 
 Jefus, my only God and Lord, 
 
 What fweetnefs in Thy name is ftored ! 
 
 So dark and hopelefs is no grief 
 
 But Thy fweet Name can bring relief, 
 
 So keen no forrows' rankling dart 
 
 But Thy fweet Name can heal my heart.
 
 2 4 6 Cjva (Efcrmanica. 
 
 The world can fhow no truth like Thine, 
 And therefore will I not repine ; 
 I know Thou wilt forfake me not, 
 Thy truth is fixed, though dark my lot ; 
 Thou art my Shepherd, and Thy fheep 
 From every real harm Thou wilt keep. 
 
 Jefus, my boaft, my light, my joy, 
 
 The treafure nought can e'er deftroy, 
 
 No words, no fong that I can frame 
 
 Speak half the fweetnefs of Thy name ; 
 
 They only all its power mall prove 
 
 Whofe hearts have learnt Thy faith and love, 
 
 How many a time I've fadly faid, 
 Far better were it I were dead, 
 Far better ne'er the light to fee, 
 If I had not this joy in Thee ; 
 For he who hath not Thee in faith, 
 His very life is merely death. 
 
 Jefus, my Bridegroom, and my crown, 
 If Thou but fmile, the world may frown, 
 In Thee lie depths of joy untold, 
 Far richer than her richefl gold ; 
 Whene'er I do but think of Thee, 
 Thy dews drop down and folace me. 
 
 Whene'er I hope in Thee, my Friend, 
 Thy comfort and Thy peace defcend ; 
 Whene'er in grief I pray and fing
 
 Cnva (Sfcrmanica. 2 47 
 
 I feel new courage in me fpring; 
 Thy Spirit witnefles that this 
 Is foretafte of the eternal blifs. 
 
 Then while I live this life of care 
 The crofs for Thee I'll gladly bear ; 
 Grant me a patient willing mood, 
 I know that it mall work my good ; 
 Help me to do my tafk aright, 
 That it may ftand before Thy fight. 
 
 Let me this flefh and blood controul, 
 From fin and fhame preferve my foul, 
 And keep me fteadfaft in the faith, 
 Then I am Thine in life and death ; 
 Jefus, Confoler, bend to me, 
 Ah would I were e'en now with Thee ! 
 
 CONRAD HOJER. 1584.
 
 2 4 8 Cuvci (Scnnamca. 
 
 VI. 
 
 UNDER THE PRESSURE OF CARE OR 
 POVERTY. 
 
 WRITTEN moft probably either during the great Fa- 
 mine in Nuremburg in 1552, or the time of the 
 Siege in 1561. 
 
 HY art thou thus caft down, my heart ? 
 Why troubled, why doft mourn apart, 
 O'er nought but earthly wealth ? 
 Truft in thy God, be not afraid, 
 He is thy Friend who all things made. 
 
 Doft think thy prayers He doth not heed ? 
 He knows full well what thou doft need, 
 
 And heaven and earth are His ; 
 My Father and my God, who ftill 
 Is with my foul in every ill. 
 
 Since Thou my God and Father art, 
 I know Thy faithful loving heart 
 Will ne'er forget Thy child. 
 See I am poor, I am but duft, 
 On earth is none whom I can truft. 
 
 The rich man in his wealth confides, 
 But in my God my truft abides ; 
 Laugh as ye will, I hold
 
 m*a ermamco. Z 49 
 
 This one thing faft that He hath taught, 
 Who trufts in God fhall want for nought. 
 
 Yes, Lord, Thou art as rich to-day 
 As Thou haft been and fhalt be aye, 
 
 I reft on Thee alone ; 
 Thy riches to my foul be given, 
 And 'tis enough for earth and heaven 
 
 What here may mine I all refign, 
 If the eternal crown be mine, 
 
 That through Thy bitter death 
 Thou gainedft, O Lord Chrift, for me, 
 For this, for this, I cry to Thee ! 
 
 All wealth, all glories, here below, 
 The beft that this world can beftow, 
 
 Silver or gold or lands, 
 But for a little time is given, 
 And helps us not to enter heaven. 
 
 I thank Thee, Chrift, Eternal God, 
 That Thou haft taught me by Thy word 
 
 To know this truth and Thee; 
 O grant me alfo fteadfaftnefs 
 Thy heavenly kingdom not to mifs. 
 
 Praife, honour, thanks, to Thee be brought, 
 For all things in and for me wrought 
 
 By Thy great mercy, Chrift. 
 This one thing only ftill I pray, 
 Oh caft me ne'er from Thee away. 
 
 HANS SACHS.
 
 2 5 Ctiva CGwiiiamca. 
 
 VII. 
 THE RESTING-PLACE AMID CHANGES. 
 
 LL things hang on our pofleffing 
 God's free love and grace and bleffing, 
 
 Though all earthly wealth depart ; 
 He who God for his hath taken, 
 'Mid the changing world unfhaken 
 Keeps a free heroic heart. 
 
 He who hitherto hath fed me, 
 And to many a joy hath led me, 
 
 Is and mall be ever mine ; 
 He who did fo gently fchool me, 
 He who ftill doth guide and rule me, 
 
 Will not leave me now to pine. 
 
 Shall I weary me with fretting 
 O'er vain trifles, and regretting 
 
 Things that never can remain ? 
 I will ftrive but that to win me 
 That can fhed true reft within me, 
 
 Reft the world muft feek in vain.
 
 Cm*ci (Bfvmanka. 25 * 
 
 When my heart with longing fickens, 
 Hope again my courage quickens, 
 
 For my wifh mall be fulfill'd, 
 If it pleafe His love mofl tender ; 
 Life and foul I all furrender 
 
 Unto Him on whom I build. 
 
 Well He knows how befl to grant me 
 All the longing hopes that haunt me, 
 
 All things have their proper day ; 
 I would dictate to Him never, 
 As God wills, fo be it ever, 
 
 When He wills, I will obey. 
 
 If on earth He bids me linger, 
 He will guide me with His finger 
 
 Through the years that now look dim ; 
 All that earth has fleets and changes 
 As a river onward ranges, 
 
 But I reft in peace on Him. 
 
 ANON, in a Nuremberg Hymn- 
 book of 1676.
 
 25 2 Cflva (Efrermamca. 
 
 VIII. 
 REST IN THE LORD. 
 
 Y God, in Thee all fulnefs lies, 
 
 All want in me from Thee apart ; 
 In Thee my foul hath endlefs joys, 
 
 In me is but an aching heart ; 
 Poor as the pooreft here I pine, 
 In Thee a heavenly kingdom's mine. 
 
 Thou feeft whatfoe'er I need, 
 
 Thou feeft it, and pityeft me ; 
 Thy fwift companions hither fpeed, 
 
 Ere yet my woes are told to Thee ; 
 Thou heareft, Father, ere we cry, 
 Shall I not ftill before Thee lie ? 
 
 I leave to Thee whate'er is mine, 
 
 And in Thy will I calmly reft ; 
 I know that richeft gifts are Thine, 
 
 Thou canft and Thou wilt make me bleft, 
 For Thou haft promifed, and our Lord 
 Will never break His promifed word.
 
 t'wra (Bcrmamca. 253 
 
 Thou loveft me, Father, with the love 
 Wherewith Thou lovedft Chrift Thy Son, 
 
 And fo a brightnefs from above 
 
 Still glads me though my tears may run, 
 
 For in Thy love I find and know 
 
 What all the world could ne'er beftow. 
 
 Then I can let the world go by, 
 
 And yet be ftill and reft in Thee, 
 I fit, I walk, I ftand, I lie, 
 
 Thou ever watcheft over me, 
 And when the yoke is preffing fore 
 I think, my God lives evermore ! 
 
 ANON.
 
 2 54 Cva (Smnanica. 
 
 IX. 
 
 THE. CHRISTIAN'S CONFIDENCE. 
 
 PROBABLY by Joachim Magdeburg, a Paftor who died 
 in 1560 long a favourite Hymn at death-beds; 
 faid to be found in a flamed glafs window in Nord- 
 haufen with the date 1592, printed at ktcft 159.^. 
 
 HO puts his truft in God moft juft 
 
 Hath built his houfe fecurely ; 
 He who relies on Jefus Chrift, 
 
 Heaven fhall be his moft furely : 
 Then fix'd on Thee my truft mall be, 
 
 For Thy truth cannot alter ; 
 While mine Thou art, not death's worft fmart 
 Shall make my courage falter. 
 
 Though fierceft foes my courfe oppofe, 
 
 A dauntlefs front I'll fhow them ; 
 My champion Thou, Lord Chrift, art now, 
 
 Who foon {halt overfhrow them ! 
 And if but Thee I have in me 
 
 With Thy good gifts and Spirit, 
 Nor death nor hell, I know full well, 
 
 Shall hurt me, through Thy merit.
 
 m*a (Scrmamca. 255 
 
 I reft me here without a fear, 
 
 By Thee fhall all be given 
 That I can need, O faithful God, 
 
 For this life or for heaven. 
 O make me true, my heart renew, 
 
 My foul and flem deliver ! 
 Lord, hear my prayer, _and in Thy care 
 
 Keep me in peace for ever.
 
 2 5 6 Cnvci mnantca. 
 
 x. 
 
 CHILDLIKE SUBMISSION. 
 
 HAT pleafes God, O pious foul, 
 Accept with joy, though thunders roll 
 And tempefts lower on every fide, 
 Thou knoweft nought can thee betide 
 But pleafes God. 
 
 The beft will is our Father's will, 
 And we may reft there calm and ftill, 
 Oh make it hour by hour thine own, 
 And wifh for nought but that alone 
 Which pleafes God. 
 
 His thought is aye the wifeft thought, 
 How oft man's wifdom comes to nought, 
 Miftake or weaknefs in it lurks, 
 It brings forth ill, and feldom works 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 His mind is aye the gentleft mind, 
 His will and deeds are ever kind, 
 He blefles when againft us fpeaks 
 The evil world, that rarely feeks 
 What pleafes God.
 
 Cnra (Bermamca. 2 57 
 
 His heart is aye the trueft heart, 
 He bids all woe and harm depart, 
 Defending, fhielding day and night 
 The man who knows and loves aright 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 He governs all things here below, 
 In Him lie all our weal and woe, 
 He bears the world within His hand, 
 And fo to us bear fea and land 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 And o'er His little flock He yearns, ^ 
 And when to evil ways it turns, 
 The Father's rod oft fmiteth fore, 
 Until it learns to do once more 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 What moft would profit us He knows, 
 And ne'er denies aught good to thofe 
 Who with their utmoft ftrength purfue 
 The right, and only care to do 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 If this be fo, then World, from me 
 Keep if thou wilt, what pleafes thee ; 
 But thou, my foul, be well content 
 With God and all things He hath fent ; 
 As pleafes God. 
 
 And muft thou fuffer here and there, 
 Cling but the firmer to His care,
 
 2 5 8 
 
 For all things are beneath His fway, 
 And muft in very truth obey 
 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 True faith will grafp His mercy faft, 
 And hope bring patience at the laft, 
 Then both within thy heart enfhrine, 
 So {hall the heritage be thine 
 
 That pleafes God. 
 
 To thee for ever fhall be given 
 A kingdom and a crown in heaven, 
 ind there mail be fulfill'd in thee, 
 And thou malt tafte and hear and fee 
 What pleafes God. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1653.
 
 2 S9 
 
 XI. 
 THE QUIET HOPING HEART. 
 
 WRITTEN for the comfort of a Sick Friend, who fet 
 it to Mufic, and on his recovery frequently caufed 
 it to be fung before his houfe by the School-Choir. 
 
 HATE'ER, my God ordains is right, 
 
 His will is ever juft ; 
 Howe'er He order now my caufe 
 
 I will be ftill and truft. 
 He is my God, 
 Though dark my road, 
 He holds me that I {hall not fall, 
 Wherefore to Him I leave it all. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 He never will deceive; 
 He leads me by the proper path, 
 And fo to Him I cleave, 
 And take content 
 What He hath fent ; 
 His hand can turn hiy griefs away, 
 And patiently I wait His day. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 He taketh thought for me, 
 The cup that my Phyfician gives 
 
 No poifon'd draught can be.
 
 260 uva (8>ermantra. 
 
 But medicine due ; 
 
 For God is true, 
 
 And on that changelefs truth I build, 
 And all my heart with hope is filled. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 Though I the cup muft drink 
 That bitter feems to my faint heart, 
 I will not fear nor fhrink ; 
 Tears pafs away 
 With dawn of day, 
 Sweet comfort yet mall fill my heart, 
 And pain and forrow mall depart. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 My Light my Life is He, 
 Who cannot will me aught but good, 
 I truft Him utterly ; 
 For well I know, 
 In joy or woe, 
 
 We once mail fee as funlight clear 
 How faithful was our Guardian here. 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right, 
 
 Here will I take my Hand ; 
 Though forrow, need, or death make earth 
 For me a defert land, 
 My Father's care 
 Is around me there, 
 He holds me that I mall not fall, 
 And fo to Him I leave it all. 
 
 S. RODIGAST. 1675.
 
 Cjjra 
 
 XII. 
 THE COURAGE OF PERFECT TRUST. 
 
 HEREFORE fhould I grieve and pine ? 
 Is not Chrift the Lord ftill mine ? 
 Who can fever me from Him ? 
 Who can rob me of the heaven 
 Which the Son of God hath given 
 Unto faith though weak and dim ? 
 
 Naked, helplefs, was I born 
 
 When my earlieft breath was drawn, 
 
 Naked muft I wander forth, 
 As a ftiadow flits away 
 At the coming of the day, 
 
 Bearing nought with me from earth. 
 
 Soul and body, life and goods, 
 Are not mine, are only God's, 
 
 Given me by His loving will ; 
 Would He take back aught of His, 
 Let Him take it, not for this 
 
 Shall my fong of praife be ftill. 
 
 Sendeth He fome crofs to bear, 
 Cometh forrow, need, or care,
 
 262 Cra frmamra. 
 
 Shall it all my peace deftroy ? 
 He who fends can end it too, 
 Well He knows in feafon due, 
 
 How to turn my griefs to joy. 
 
 Many a day of happinefs 
 
 Hath He fent who loves to blefs, 
 
 Shall I not bear aught for God? 
 He is kind, we know that He 
 Ne'er forfakes us utterly, 
 
 Love lies hidden in His rod. 
 
 What is there my foes can do, 
 Though they be nor weak nor few, 
 
 Save to fcorn and mock my woe? 
 Let them laugh, and let them mock, 
 God my Saviour and my Rock 
 
 Soon mall all their fchemes o'erthrow. 
 
 With a glad and fearlefs mien 
 Should a Chriftian man be feen, 
 
 Wherefoe'er be caft his lot ; 
 Yea, though death feem clofe at hand, 
 Calm and quiet let him fland, 
 
 And his fpirit tremble not. 
 
 Him no death has power to kill, 
 But from many a dreaded ill 
 
 Bears his fpirit fafe away ; 
 Shuts the door of bitter woes, 
 Opens yon bright path that glows 
 
 With the light of perfect day.
 
 Cgra mnamca. 263 
 
 There in deepeft joy my heart 
 Shall be healed from all the fmart 
 
 Of the wounds that pierced it here ; 
 Here can no true good be found, 
 Seeming goods that here abound 
 
 In a moment difappear. 
 
 Wealth that this world can command, 
 Is it aught but barren fand, 
 
 Bringing cares and troubles fore ? 
 There, there are the gifts unpriced 
 Where my Shepherd Jefus Chrift 
 
 Shall refrefli me evermore. 
 
 Fount of Joy, my Lord Divine, 
 Thine I am, and Thou art mine, 
 
 Nought can part my foul from Thee ; 
 I am Thine, for Thou didft give 
 Once Thy life that I might live, 
 
 Dearly didft Thou purchafe me. 
 
 Thou art mine, becaufe my heart 
 Ne'er will let Thee more depart, 
 
 Clings to Thee her joy, her light ; 
 Bring me, bring me to that place 
 Where, enclafped in Thine embrace, 
 
 Love at laft is bleft with fight. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1653.
 
 264 .Cra (Scrmamca. 
 
 XIIL 
 THE SUFFICIENCY OF GOD. 
 
 EEMS it in my anguifli lone, 
 As though God forfook His own, 
 Yet I hold this knowledge faft, 
 God will furely help at laft. 
 
 He denieth not His aid 
 Though awhile it be delayed ; 
 Though it come not oft with {peed, 
 It will furely come at need. 
 
 As a father not too foon 
 Grants his child the longed-for boon, 
 So our God gives when He will ; 
 Wait His leifure and be ftill. 
 
 I can reft in thoughts of Him, 
 When all courage elfe grew dim, 
 For I know my foul mall prove 
 His is more than father's love. 
 
 Would the powers of ill affright, 
 I can fmile at all their might ;
 
 <>vmamca. 
 
 Or the crofs is preffing fore, 
 God, my God, lives evermore ! 
 
 Man may hate me caufelefsly, 
 Man may plot to ruin me, 
 Foes my heart may pierce and rend ; 
 God in heaven is ftill my Friend. 
 
 Earth may all her gifts deny, 
 Safe my treafure ftill on high, 
 And if heaven at laft be mine, 
 All things elfe I can relign. 
 
 I renounce thee willingly, 
 World, I hate what pleafes thee, 
 Baneful every gift of thine, 
 Only be my God ftill mine. 
 
 Ah Lord, if but Thee I have 
 Nought of other good I crave, 
 Bright is even death's dark road, 
 If but Thou art there, my God. 
 
 C. TITIUS. 1641-1703.
 
 266 va (Swrnanica. 
 
 THE FINAL CONFLICT 
 AND HEAVEN. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE UNCERTAINTY OF LIFE. 
 
 KNOW my end muft furely come, 
 
 But know not when, or where, or how, 
 
 It may be I mall hear my doom 
 
 To-night, to-morrow, nay, or now, 
 
 Ere yet this prefent hour is fled, 
 
 This living body may be dead. 
 
 Lord Jefus, let me daily die, 
 
 And at the laft Thy prefence give, 
 
 Then Death his utmoft power may try, 
 He can but make me truly live, 
 
 Then welcome my laft hour fhall be, 
 
 When, where, and how it pleafes Thee. 
 
 S. FRANCK. 1711,
 
 Cgrci (Ewmcmtcct. 267 
 
 II. 
 
 PREPARATION FOR DEATH. 
 
 SAID tg> be written on occafion of the fudden death 
 of Duke George of Saxe-Eifenach, while hunting. 
 
 HO knows how near my end may be ? 
 Time fpeeds away, and Death comes 
 
 on; 
 
 How fwiftly, ah ! how fuddenly, 
 May Death be here, and Life be gone ! 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs*my dying day. 
 
 
 The world that fmiled when morn was come 
 
 May change for me ere clofe of eve ; 
 So long as earth is ftill my home 
 
 In peril of my death I live ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 Teach me to ponder oft my end, 
 And ere the hour of death appears, 
 
 To caft my foul on Chrift her Friend, 
 Nor fpare repentant cries and tears ; 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day.
 
 268 i'lira (Dcrmanica. 
 
 And let me now fo order all, 
 
 That ever ready I may be 
 To fay with joy, whate'er befall, 
 
 Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 Let heaven to me be ever Tweet, 
 And this world bitter let me find, 
 
 That I, 'mid all its toil and heat, 
 May keep eternity in mind ; 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 Father, cover all my fins 
 With Jefu's merits, who alone 
 
 The pardon that I covet wins, 
 
 And makes His Idng-fought reft my own ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may biefs my dying day. 
 
 His forrows and His crofs I know 
 
 Make death-beds foft, and light the grave, 
 
 They comfort in the hour pf woe, 
 They give me all I fain would have ; 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 From Him can nought my foul divide, 
 Nor life nor death can part us now ; 
 
 1 lay my hand upon His fide, 
 
 And fay, My Lord and God art Thou ;
 
 <>ermanica. 269 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 In holy baptifm long ago, 
 
 I joined me to the living Vine, 
 Thou loveft me in Him, I know, 
 
 In Him Thou doft accept me Thine ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 And I have eaten of His flefh 
 
 And drunk His blood, nor can I be 
 
 Forfaken now, nor doubt afrefh, 
 I am in Him and He in me j 
 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 Then death may come or tarry yet, 
 
 I know in Chrift I perim not, 
 He never will His own forget, 
 
 He gives me robes without a fpot ; 
 My God, for Jefu's fake I pray 
 Thy peace may blefs my dying day. 
 
 And thus I live in God at peace, 
 And die without a thought of fear, 
 
 Content to take what God decrees, 
 
 For through His Son my faith is clear, 
 
 His grace {hall be in death my ftay, 
 
 And peace fhall blefs my dying day. 
 
 EMILIA JULIANA, Countefs of Schwarzburg 
 Rudolftadt. 1686.
 
 270 
 
 i'nra (Sermamca. 
 
 in. 
 
 A WEARY PILGRIM'S SONG. 
 
 ORLD, farewell ! Of thee I'm tired, 
 
 Now toward heaven my way I take ; 
 There is peace the long-defired, 
 
 Lofty calm that nought can break ; 
 World, with thee is war and ftrife, 
 Thou with cheating hopes art rife, 
 But in heaven is no alloy, 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 When I reach that home of gladnefs, 
 
 I mall feel no more this load, 
 Feel no ficknefs, want, or fadnefs, 
 
 Retting in the arms of God. 
 In the world woes follow faft, 
 And a bitter death comes laft, 
 But in heaven mail nought deftroy 
 Endlefs peace and love and joy 
 
 What are earthly joys ? a weary 
 
 Chafe of mift, or wind-borne foam ! 
 
 On this defert black and dreary 
 Sins and vices have their home;
 
 Cgva <&ermamca. 271 
 
 Thine, O World, are war and ftrife, 
 Mocking pleafures, dying life; 
 But in heaven is no annoy, 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Oh the mufic and the finging 
 Of the hoft redeemed by love ! 
 
 Oh the hallelujahs ringing 
 
 Through the halls of light above ! 
 
 Thine, O World, the fcornful fneer, 
 
 Mifery thy reward, and fear ; 
 
 But in heaven is no annoy, 
 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Here is nought but care and mourning, 
 Comes a joy, it will not flay ; 
 
 Fairly mines the fun at dawning, 
 Night will foon o'ercloud the day ; 
 
 World, with thee we weep and pine, 
 
 Gnawing care and grief are thine ; 
 
 But in heaven is no alloy, 
 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Onwards then ! not long I wander, 
 Ere my Saviour comes for me, 
 
 And with Him abiding yonder 
 All His glory I mall fee ; 
 
 For there's nought but forrow here, 
 
 Toil and pain and many a fear, 
 
 But in heaven is no annoy, 
 
 Only peace and love and joy.
 
 2 7 2 Ctiva crmautca. 
 
 Well for him whom death has landed 
 
 Safely on yon blefled more, 
 Where in joyful worfhip banded, 
 
 Sing the faithful evermore ; 
 For the world hath ftrife and war, 
 All her works and hopes they mar, 
 But in heaven is no annoy 
 Only peace and love and joy. 
 
 Time, thou fpeedeft on but flowly, 
 
 Hours, how tardy is your pace, 
 
 Ere with Him the High and Holy 
 
 I hold converfe face to face ; 
 World, with partings thou art rife, 
 Filled with tears and ftorms and ftrife 
 But in heaven can nought deftroy 
 Endlefs peace and love and joy. 
 
 Therefore will I now prepare me, 
 
 That my work may ftand His doom, 
 And when all is finking round me, 
 
 I may hear not " Go" but " Come !" 
 World, the voice of grief is here, 
 Outward feeming, care, and fear, 
 But in heaven is no alloy, 
 Only peace and love and joy ! 
 
 J. G. ALBINUS. 1652.
 
 Cnra <8*rmanica. 273 
 
 IV. 
 IN TIME OF DANGEROUS DUTY. 
 
 Y caufe is God's, and I am ftill, 
 Let Him do with me as He will ; 
 Whether for me the fight is won, 
 
 Or fcarce begun, 
 I afk no more His will be done ! 
 
 My fins are more than I can bear, 
 Yet not for this will I defpair, 
 I know to death and to the grave 
 
 The Father gave 
 His deareft Son, that He might fave. 
 
 
 In Him my Saviour I abide, 
 
 I know for all my fins He died, 
 Ai;d rifen again to work my good, 
 
 The burning flood 
 Hath quenched with His molt precious blood. 
 
 To Him I live and die alone, 
 
 Death cannot part Him from His own ; 
 
 Living or dying I am His 
 
 Who only is 
 Our comfort, and our gate of blifs.
 
 274 Cjjva (Ewmamca. 
 
 This is my folace, day by day, 
 When fnarcs and death befet my way, 
 I know that at the morn of doom 
 
 From out the tomb 
 With joy to meet Him I (hall come. 
 
 Then I mall fee God face to face, 
 I doubt it not, through Jefu's grace, 
 Amid the joys prepared for me ! 
 
 Thanks be to Thee 
 Who giveft us the victory ! 
 
 O Jefus Chrift, Thou Son of God, 
 Who once for me didft bear the rod, 
 Ah hide me in Thy wounded heart 
 
 When I depart; 
 My help, my hope, Thou only art ! 
 
 Amen, dear God ! now fend us faith, 
 And at the laft a happy death ; 
 And grant us all ere long to be 
 
 In heaven with Thee, 
 To praife Thee there eternally. 
 
 J. PAPPVS. 1598.
 
 (Scrmcmica. 2 75 
 
 v. 
 
 IN THE NEAR PROSPECT OF DEATH. 
 
 LORD my God, I cry to Thee, 
 
 In my diftrefs Thou helpeft me ; 
 
 To Thee myfelf I all commend, 
 
 Oh fwiftly now Thine angel fend 
 
 To guide me home, and cheer my heart, 
 
 Since Thou doft call me to depart ! 
 
 O Jefus Chrift, Thou Lamb of God, 
 Once flain to take away our load, 
 Now let Thy crofs, Thine agony, 
 Avail to fave and folace me ; 
 Thy death to open heaven, and there 
 Bid me the joy of angels mare. 
 
 O Holy Spirit, at the end, 
 Sweet Comforter, be Thou my Friend ! 
 When death and hell aflail me fore, 
 Leave me, oh leave me, nevermore, 
 But bear me fafely through that ftrife, 
 As Thou haft promifed, into life ! 
 
 NICHOLAS SELNECKER. 1587.
 
 Curci (Strmamca. 
 
 VI. 
 
 IN WEAKNESS AND DISTRESS OF MIND 
 
 ORD Jefus Chrift, my Life, my Light, 
 My ftrength by day, my truft by night, 
 On earth I'm but a paffing gueft, 
 And forely with my fins opprefs'd. 
 
 Far off I fee my fatherland, 
 
 Where through Thy grace I hope to Hand, 
 
 But ere I reach that Paradife 
 
 A weary way before me lies. 
 
 My heart finks at the journey's length, 
 My wafted flefli has little ftrength, 
 Only my foul ftill cries in me, 
 Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee ! 
 
 Oh let Thy fufferings give me power 
 To meet the laft and .darkeft hour ; 
 Thy prayer refrefh and comfort me, 
 Thy bonds and fetters fet me free ! 
 
 That thirft and bitter draught of Thine 
 Help me to bear with patience mine, 
 Thy piercing cry avail my foul, 
 When floods of anguifh o'er me roll !
 
 Cnra C&nrmamca. 2 77 
 
 And when my lips grow white and chill, 
 Thy Spirit cry within me ftill, 
 And help my foul Thy heaven to find, 
 When thefe poor eyes grow dark and blind ! 
 
 And when the fpirit flies away, 
 
 Thy parting words mail be my ftay, 
 
 Thy crofs the ftaff whereon I lean, 
 
 My couch the grave where Thou haft been. 
 
 Since Thou haft died, the Pure, the Juft, 
 I take my homeward way in truft, 
 The gates of heaven, Lord, open wide, 
 When here I may no more abide. 
 
 And when the laft great Day is come, 
 And Thou our Judge fhalt fpeak the doom, 
 Let me with joy behold the light, 
 And fet me then upon Thy right. 
 
 Renew this wafted flefh of mine, 
 That like the fun it there may mine, 
 Among the angels pure and bright, 
 Yea, like Thyfelf in glorious light. 
 
 Ah then I have my heart's defirc, 
 When fmging with the angel's choir, 
 Among the ranfom'd of Thy grace, 
 For ever I behold Thy face 1 
 
 M. BEHEMB. 1606.
 
 2 7 8 1'nra (Scnnamccr. 
 
 VII. 
 RESIGNATION. 
 
 ORD God, now open wide Thy heaven, 
 
 My parting hour is near ; 
 My courfe is run, enough I've ftriven, 
 Enough I've fuffer'd here j 
 Weary and fad 
 My foul is glad 
 
 That Ihe may lay her down to reft ; 
 Now all on earth I can refign, 
 But only let Thy heaven be mine. 
 
 As Thou, Lord, haft commanded me, 
 
 Have I with perfeft faith 
 Embraced my Saviour, and to Thee 
 I calmly look in death ; 
 
 With willing heart 
 I hence depart, 
 
 I hope to ftand before Thy face: 
 Yes, all on earth I can refign, 
 If but thy heaven at laft be mine. 
 
 Then let me go like Simeon 
 In peace with thee to dwell,
 
 Cwra (JSmnamca. 2 79 
 
 For I commend me to Thy Son, 
 And He will guard me well, 
 And guide me ftraight 
 To the golden gate ; 
 And in this hope I calmly die ; 
 Yes, all on earth I can refign, 
 If but Thy heaven may now be mine. 
 T.KiEL. 1620.
 
 280 nra (Bcrmamca. 
 
 virr. 
 
 THE FAITHFUL SERVANT LONGING 
 FOR PEACE. 
 
 ORD, now let Thy fervant 
 
 Pafs in peace away ; 
 I have had enough of life, 
 Here I would not flay : 
 Let me go, if fuch Thy will, 
 With a heart at reft and ftill. 
 
 Here, Lord, have I wreftled, 
 
 Suffer'd many a woe, 
 Fought as fearlefs warriors fight, 
 
 Conquer'd many a foe. 
 Kept the faith with them of old, 
 Helped to guard and warn Thy fold. 
 
 Many an hour of forrow, 
 
 Many an anguifh'd tear, 
 Many a thorny path was mine 
 
 With Thy people here ; 
 O'er my fins I've had to mourn, 
 Many a crofs and trial borne.
 
 Cnra (Ewmcmica. 281 
 
 All at laft is ended, 
 
 Fight and race are o'er, 
 God will free me now from all 
 
 Ills for evermore ; 
 To a better life I go, 
 Than this tearful earth can mow 
 
 Teace mail I find yonder, 
 
 And be free from fin, 
 No more ftrife and wars without, 
 
 No more foes within, 
 All around me mall be peace, 
 And the joy that cannot ceafe. 
 
 Where they bear the fceptre, 
 
 There a crown for me 
 Is laid up through Jefu's grace, 
 
 Bright that crown mall be : 
 Deepeft calm my foul mail fill, 
 And this longing mail be ftill. 
 
 My Redeemer liveth, 
 
 He mall bid me rife 
 From the gloomy realm of death, 
 
 There all forrow lies, 
 And I need not fear to wake, 
 Since His voice my fleep mail break. 
 
 He will change this body, 
 
 Make it like His own, 
 When the dead a rife from earth, 
 
 When the trump is blown,
 
 282 Cnra (Smnaniea. 
 
 I fhall fee Him face to face, 
 Here my fteadfaft hope I place. 
 
 Therefore of His mercy 
 
 Ever will I fing, 
 All my heart and foul to Him 
 
 Praife and thanks mall bring ; 
 Praife Him now, and praife Him then, 
 When the heavens fhall cry Amen ! 
 
 DAVID BOHME. 1605-1657.
 
 Cgra (Sttrmauica. 283 
 
 IX. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER REJOICING 
 THAT HE HAS OVERCOME. 
 
 HEN now at laft the hour is come, 
 
 That I have long'd for many a time, 
 
 When God with joy mould call me home 
 
 From this ftrange land, this wintry 
 
 clime ; 
 
 Thy vidlim, Death, efcapes no more, 
 The hour draws on when I mall be 
 From all the bonds of earth fet free, 
 And life's long battle mail be o'er. 
 
 To combat for His glory here 
 
 The Father fent me forth; and lo ! 
 
 The hour of viftory draws near, 
 And conquer'd now is every foe ; 
 
 And I have borne me in the ftrife 
 As true and fearlefs warriors ought, 
 And bravely to the laft have fought 
 
 Through all the wars and woes of life. 
 
 My cry, when rough the march and dark, 
 Was, watch and ftrive till thou haft won, 
 
 Prefs forward fearlefs to the mark ! 
 As now, thank God, at laft I've done.
 
 28 4 &ma <5n*in cm tea. 
 
 Now it is o'er, I cannot mifs ; 
 
 Through every danger to the death 
 True to my Lord I've kept the faith, 
 
 And freely rifk'd all elfe for this. 
 
 It lacketh now a few fhort hours, 
 
 And I am in eternity ; 
 The wreath of fadelefs heavenly flowers 
 
 Is wound already there for me, 
 The crown is waiting for me there, 
 
 Until the fight is wholly fought, 
 
 And all my foul is thither caught, 
 Where mining palms the conquerors bear. 
 
 But when that morning mail appear, 
 
 When our great Judge, the Son of God, 
 
 Shall give to thofe who loved Him here 
 Their gracious undeferved reward, 
 
 Then in the glorious halls above, 
 I too among that hoft mail ftand, 
 And take from His all-faithful hand 
 
 The crown of righteoufnefs and love. 
 
 Nor mail I yonder ftand alone, 
 I fee the crowned hoft appear, 
 
 The mighty hoft before His throne, 
 Who mine for ever pure and clear, 
 
 The fouls of thofe, who on their way 
 Were longing hour by hour here, 
 With burning love, and many a tear, 
 
 To fee the glories of that Day. 
 
 SPENER. 1676.
 
 (Etermanica. 285 
 
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 JERUSALEM. 
 
 ERUSALEM, thou city fair and high, 
 
 Would God I were in thee ! 
 My longing heart fain fain to thee would 
 
 It will not ftay with me ; 
 Far over vale and mountain, 
 
 Far over field and plain, 
 It haftes to feek its Fountain 
 And quit this world of pain. 
 
 Oh happy day, and yet far happier hour, 
 
 When wilt thou come at laft ? 
 When fearlefs to my Father's love and power, 
 Whofe promife ftandeth faft, 
 My foul I gladly render, 
 
 For furely will His hand 
 Lead her with guidance tender 
 To heaven her fatherland. 
 
 A moment's fpace, and gently, wondroufly, 
 
 Rcleafcd from earthly ties, 
 The fiery chariot bears her up to thee 
 
 Through all thefe lower fkies,
 
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 To yonder fhining regions, 
 
 While down to meet her come 
 
 The blefled angel legions, 
 And bid her welcome home. 
 
 Oh hail thou glorious city ! now unfold 
 
 The gates of grace to me ! 
 How many a time I long'd for thee of old, 
 Ere yet I was fet free 
 
 From yon dark life of fadnefs, 
 
 Yon world of fhadowy nought, 
 And God had given the gladnefs, 
 The heritage I fought. 
 
 Oh what the nation, what the glorious hoft, 
 
 Comes fweeping fwiftly down ? 
 The chofen ones on earth who wrought the molt, 
 The Church's brighteft crown, 
 Our Lord hath fent to meet me, 
 
 As in the far-off years 
 Their words oft came to greet me 
 In yonder land of tears. 
 
 The Patriarchs' and Prophets' noble train, 
 
 With all Chrift's followers true, 
 Who bore the crofs, and could the worft diftain 
 That tyrants dared to do, 
 I fee them mine for ever, 
 All-glorious as the fun, 
 'Mid light that fadeth never, 
 Their perfeft freedom won.
 
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 And when within that lovely Paradife 
 
 At laft I fafely dwell, 
 
 From out my blifsful foul what fongs mall rife, 
 What joy my lips mall tell, 
 While holy faints are ringing 
 
 Hofannas o'er and o'er, 
 Pure Hallelujahs ringing 
 Around me evermore. 
 
 Innumerous choirs before the mining throne 
 
 Their joyful anthems raife, 
 Till Heaven's glad halls are echoing with the tone 
 Of that great hymn of praife, 
 And all its hoft rejoices, 
 
 And all its blefled throng 
 Unite their myriad voices 
 In one eternal fong ! 
 
 J. M. MEYFART. 1634.
 
 288 Cra >armantca. 
 
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 THE NEW HEAVENS AND NEW 
 
 EARTH. 
 
 OW fain my joyous heart would ling 
 
 That lovely fummer-time, 
 When God reneweth everything 
 
 In His celeftial prime ; 
 When He mall make new heavens and earth, 
 
 And all the creatures there 
 Shall fpring from out that fecond birth 
 All-glorious, pure, and fair. 
 
 The perfect beauty of that /phere 
 
 No mortal tongue may fpeak, 
 We have no likenefs for it here, 
 
 Our words are far too weak ; 
 And we muft wait till we behold 
 
 The hour of judgment true, 
 That to the foul mail all unfold 
 
 What God is, and can do. 
 
 For God ere long will fummon all 
 
 Who e'er on earth were born, 
 This flefh mall hear the trumpet's call 
 
 And live again that morn,
 
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 And when in Chrift His Son we wake, 
 
 Thefe Ikies afunder roll, 
 And all the blifs of heaven fliall break 
 
 Upon the raptured foul. 
 
 And He will lead the white-robed throng 
 
 To His fair Paradife, 
 Where from the marriage-feaft the fong 
 
 Of endlefs praife lhall rife, 
 And from His fathomlefs abyfs 
 
 Of perfeft love and truth, 
 Shall flow perpetual joy and blifs, 
 
 In never-ending youth. 
 
 Ah God, now lead me of Thy love 
 
 Through this dark world aright ; 
 Lord Chrift, defend me left I rove 
 
 Or lies delude my light ; 
 And keep me fteadfaft in the faith 
 
 Till thefe dark days have ccafed, 
 And ready ftill in life or death 
 
 For Thy great marriage-feaft. 
 
 And herewith will I end the fong 
 
 Of that fair fummcr-time ; 
 The bloflbms fliall burft out ere long 
 
 Of heaven's eternal prime, 
 The year begin, for ever new ; 
 
 God grant us then on high 
 To fee our vifion here made true, 
 
 And eat the fruits of joy ! 
 
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 XII. 
 THE FINAL JOY. 
 
 AKE, awake, for night is flying, 
 The watchmen on the heights are 
 
 crying ; 
 
 Awake, Jerufalem, at laft ! 
 Midnight hears the welcome voices, 
 And at the thrilling cry rejoices : 
 
 Come forth, ye virgins, night is paft ! 
 The Bridegroom comes, awake, 
 Your lamps with gladnefs take ; 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 And for His marriage-feaft prepare, 
 For ye muft go to meet Him there. 
 
 Zion hears the watchmen finging, 
 And all her heart with joy is fpringing, 
 She wakes, me rifes from her gloom ; 
 For her Lord comes down all-glorious, 
 The ftrong in grace, in truth victorious, 
 Her Star is rifen, her Light is come ! 
 Ah come, Thou blefled Lord, 
 O Jefus, Son of God, 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 We follow till the halls we fee 
 Where Thou haft bid us fup with Thee.
 
 Cum mnauica. 
 
 Now let all the heavens adore Thee, 
 And men and angels fing before Thee 
 
 With harp and cymbal's cleareft tone ; 
 Of one pearl each fliining portal, 
 Where we are with the choir immortal 
 Of angels round Thy dazzling throne ; 
 Nor eye hath feen, nor ear 
 Hath yet attain'd to hear 
 What there is ours, 
 But we rejoice, and fing to Thee 
 Our hymn of joy eternally. 
 
 PHILIP NICOLAI. 1598.
 
 2 9 2 Dura (Serm'amca. 
 
 THE END. 
 
 HEN the Lord recalls the banifh'd, 
 
 Frees the captives all at laft, 
 Every forrow will have vanifh'd 
 
 Like a dream when night is part ; 
 Then fliall all our hearts rejoice, 
 And with glad refounding voice 
 We fhall praife the Lord who fought us, 
 For the freedom He hath wrought us. 
 
 Lift Thy hand to aid us, Father, 
 Look on us who widely roam, 
 And Thy fcatter'd children gather 
 
 In their long'd-for promifed home ; 
 Steep and weary is the way, 
 Shorten Thou the fultry day, 
 Faithful warriors haft Thou found us, 
 Let Thy peace for aye furround us. 
 
 In that peace we reap in gladnefs 
 What was fown in tearful fhowers : 
 
 There the fruit of all our fadnefs 
 Ripens, there the palm is ours ; 
 
 There our God upon His throne 
 
 Is our full reward alone ; 
 
 They who all for God furrendcr 
 
 Bring their {heaves in heavenly splendour. 
 S. G. BURDE. 1794.
 
 INDEX. 
 
 Page 
 
 BIDE among us with Thy grace . 120 
 
 Ah God, my days are dark indeed 245 
 
 Ah deareft Lord! to feel that thou 224 
 
 Ah, Jefus, the merit 56 
 
 Alas! my Lord and God 177 
 
 All my heart this night rejoices .... 32 
 
 All praife and thanks to God moft High . . 196 
 
 All things hang on our pofleffing . . . . 250 
 
 Arife, the kingdom is at hand 23 
 
 A pilgrim here I wander 230 
 
 As a bird in meadows fair 1 06 
 
 Bleffed Jefus, at Thy word 99 
 
 Blefled Jefus, here we ftand 122 
 
 Can I my fate no more withftand . . . . 236 
 
 Chrift the Lord is rifcn again 62 
 
 Chrill will gather in His own 165 
 
 Conquering Prince and Lord of glory . . 76 
 
 Courage, my forely-tcmpted heart . . . . 192 
 
 Deck thyfelf, my foul, with gladnefs . . . 133 
 
 Ere yet the dawn hath fill'd the fkies ... 64 
 
 Ever would I fain be reading 47 
 
 Faith is a living power from heaven . . . 212 
 
 Gentle Shepherd, Thou haft ftill'd . . . 167 
 
 Hark, the Church proclaims her honour . . 88 
 
 Here behold me, as I cart me 226 
 
 He who'd make the prize his own. . . . 222 
 
 Him on yonder crofs I love 57 
 
 Holy Spirit, once again . . / 81 
 
 I am baptized into Thy name 1 29 
 
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 I know my end muft furely come .... 266 
 
 [ know in whom I put my trull . . . . 216 
 
 In God's name let us on our way .... 148 
 
 In our fails all foft and fweetly 159 
 
 In Thee is gladnefs 207 
 
 I fay to all men, far and near . , . 66 
 
 Is thy heart athrift to know 45 
 
 I who fo oft in deep diftrefs 201 
 
 Jerufalem, thou city fair and high . . . . 285 
 
 Jefus, pitying Saviour, hear me 180 
 
 Jefus, whom Thy Church doth own . . . 139 
 
 Light of light enlighten me 97 
 
 Lord, all my heart is fix'd on Thee . . . 218 
 
 Lord, a whole long day of pain . . . . 1 1 6 
 
 Lord God, now open wide Thy heaven . . 278 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift, my faithful Shepherd . . 131 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift, in Thee alone . . . . 175 
 
 Lord Jefus Chrift, my Life, my Light. . . 276 
 
 Lord Jefus, who our fouls to fave .... 61 
 
 Lo, heaven and earth, and fea and air . . 199 
 
 Lord, now let Thy fervant 280 
 
 My caufe is God's and I am ftill .... 273 
 
 My God, in Thee all fulnefs lies . . . . 252 
 
 My Jefus, if the feraphim 78 
 
 Now at laft I end the ftrife 220 
 
 Now darknefs over all is fpread . . . . 1 1 8 
 
 Now fain my joyous heart would fing . . 288 
 
 Now lay we calmly in the grave . . . . 161 
 
 Now weeping at the grave we ftand . . . 163 
 
 Now take my heart and all that is in me. . 137 
 
 Now thank we all our God 194 
 
 Now the pearly gates unfold 234 
 
 Now we muft leave our fatherland . . . 157 
 
 O Blefled Jefus ! This 39 
 
 O Chrift our true and only Light .... 43 
 
 O Chrift, Thou bright and Morning Star . 238 
 
 O faithful God ! O pkying Heart .... 242
 
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 O Father-eye, that hath fo truly watch'd. . 93 
 
 O Father-heart, who haft created all . . 124 
 
 O God, Thou faithful God ...... 186 
 
 O how could I forget Him ...... 142 
 
 O Jefus, Lord of majefiy ...... 183 
 
 O King of glory! David's Son ..... 41 
 
 O Living Bread from Heaven ..... 144 
 
 O Lord, be this our veflel now . . . . 153 
 
 O Lord my God, I cry to Thee .... 275 
 
 O Love, who formedft me to wear . . . 135 
 
 O mighty Spirit ! Source whence .... 205 
 
 Once more the day-light mines abroad . . ico 
 
 O rifen Lord ! O conquering King ... 68 
 
 O Thou Molt Higheft! Guardian of mankind 104 
 
 O world ! behold upon the tree .... 52 
 
 Sad with longing, fick with fears .... 70 
 
 Seeing I am Jefu's lamb ....... 128 
 
 Seems it in my anguim lone ...... 264 
 
 Since Chrift is gone to heaven, His home . 75 
 
 Sink not yet, my foul, to (lumber . . . . 112 
 
 Spread, O fpread, thou mighty Word . . 89 
 
 Sweeteft joy the foul can know .... 84 
 
 Thank God it hath refounded ..... 209 
 
 Thank God that towards eternity .... 28 
 
 The Church of Chrift that He .... 87 
 
 The golden morn flames up the Eaftcrn fky . 108 
 
 The night is come, wherein at laft. . . . no 
 
 Thee Fount of bleffing we adore .... 91 
 
 Then now at laft the hour is come . . . 283 
 
 Thou faireft Child Divine .' ..... 36 
 
 Though Love may weep with breaking heart 166 
 
 Thou'rt mine, yes, ftill Thou art mine own . 168 
 Thou, folemn Ocean, rollcft to the ftrand 
 Thou, fore-opprcfs'd, the Sabbath-reft 
 Thou who breakcft every chain .... 
 
 Thy parents' arms now yield thec . 
 
 To-day our Lord went up on high . .
 
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 True mirror of the Godhead ! Perfect Light 95 
 
 Up ! yes, upward to thy gladnefs .... 228 
 
 Wake, awake, for night is flying .... 290 
 
 Whate'er my God ordains is right. . . . 259 
 
 What pleafes God, O pious foul . . . . 256 
 
 When anguifh'd and perplex'd ..... 102 
 
 Whene'er again thou finkeft ...... 49 
 
 When in the hour of utmoft need .... 240 
 
 When the Lord recall the baniflrd . . . 292 
 
 Where'er I go, whate'er my tafk . . . . 149 
 
 Wherefore doft Thou longer tarry ... 25 
 
 Wherefore mould I grieve and pine . . . 261 
 
 Who keepeth not God's word, yet faith . . 214 
 
 Who knows how near my end may be . . 267 
 
 Who puts his truft in God moft juft . . . 254 
 
 Why art thou thus caft down, my heart . . 248 
 
 World, farewell ! of thee I'm tired . . . 270 
 
 Ye heavens, oh hafte your dews to fhed . . 21
 
 TABLE OF 
 
 GERMAN HYMNS. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 ADVENT. P a g e 
 
 1. Ihr Himmel tropfelt Thau in Eil . . 21 
 
 2. Auf, auf, ihr Reichsgenoflen .... 23 
 
 3. Warum willft du draufzcn ftehn . . 25 
 
 4. Gottlob ein Schritt zur Ewigkeit . . 28 
 CHRISTMAS.' 
 
 1. Frohlich foil mein Herze fpringen . . 32 
 
 2. Du fchonftes Gotteskind 36 
 
 3. Herr Jefu Chrift dein Kripplein ifl . . 39 
 EPIPHANY. 
 
 1. O Konig aller Ehren 41 
 
 2. O Jefu Chrifte wahres Licht .... 43 
 
 3. Wer im Hcrzen will erfahren ... 45 
 
 4. Immer mufz ich wieder lefen .... 47 
 PASSION WEEK. 
 
 1. Wenn jc du wieder zagft 49 
 
 2. O Welt, fieh hier dein Leben ... 52 
 
 3. Ach Jefu, dein Sterben 56 
 
 4. Der am Kreuz ift meine Liebe ... 57 
 
 5. Nun gingft auch Du 59 
 
 6. Der Du, Herr Jefu, Ruh und Raft . . 61 
 EASTER. 
 
 1. Chriftus ift erftanden 62 
 
 2. Frijhmorgens da die Sonn aufgeht . . 64 
 
 3. Ich fage Jedem dafz Er lebt .... 66 
 
 4. O auferftandcner Siegcsfi'irft .... 68 
 
 5. Trauernd und mit bangcm Sehnen . 70 
 ASCENSION. 
 
 1. Auf diefen Tag bcdenkcn wir ... 73 
 
 2. Auf Chrifti Himmelfahrt 75 
 
 3. Siegcsfi'irft und Ehrenkonig .... 76 
 
 4. Mein Jefu, den die Seraphincn ... 78 
 
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 WHITSUNTIDE. 
 
 1 . Komm O komm, du Geift des Lebens . 8 1 
 
 2. O Du allersiisfte Freude 84 
 
 3. Die Kirche Chrifti die Er geweiht . . 87 
 
 4. Diefs ift der Gemeinde Starke ... 88 
 
 5. Walte wake nah und fern .... 89 
 TRINITY. 
 
 1. Brunn alles Heils, dich ehren wir . . . 91 
 
 2. O Vaterhand die mich fo treu gefuhret 93 
 
 3. Dreieinigkeit, der Gottheit wahrer Spiegel 95 
 MORNING PRAYER. 
 
 1. Licht von Licht erleuchte mich ... 97 
 
 2. Liebfter Jefu, wir find hier .... 99 
 
 3. Es geht daher des Tages Schein . . . 100 
 
 4. Wenn ich in Agnft und Noth . . . 102 
 
 5. O allerhochfter Menfchenhiiter . . . 104 
 
 6. Wie ein Vogel lieblich fmget . . . 106 
 
 7. Im Often flammt empor die goldene Sonne 108 
 EVENING PRAYER. 
 
 1. Die Nacht ift kommen darin wir ruhen 1 10 
 
 2. Werde munter mein Gemiitlie . . . 112 
 
 3. Herr, ein ganzer Leidenstag . . . . 116 
 
 4. Es ruht die Nacht auf Erden . . . 1 1 8 
 
 5. Ach bleib mit deiner Gnade .... 120 
 
 BAPTISM. 
 
 1. Liebfter Jefu wir find hier . . . . 122 
 
 2. O Vaterherz das Erd und Himmel fchuf 124 
 
 3. Aus deiner Eltern Armen . . .126 
 
 4. Weil ich Jefu Schaflcin bin .... 128 
 57 Ich bin getauft auf deinen Namen . . 129 
 
 COMMUNION. 
 
 1. Herr Jefu Chrifte mcin getreur Hirte . 131 
 
 2. Schmitcke, dich O liebe Seele . . 133 
 
 3. Liebe die Du mich fo milde . . . . 135 
 
 4. Nun nimm mein Herz und alles was 
 
 ich bin 137 
 
 5. Jefu der Du bift alleine 139
 
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 6. Wie konnt ich Sein vergeflen . . . 142 
 
 7. Wie wohl haft du gelabet . .... 144 
 FOR TRAVELLERS. 
 
 1. In Gottesnamen reifen wir . . . . 148 
 
 2. In alien unferen Thaten 149 
 
 3. O Herr lafz unfer Schifflein heutc . . 153 
 
 4. Wie fchaumt fo feierlich 155 
 
 5. Einft fahren wir vom Vaterland . . 157 
 
 6. In die Segel fanft und linde . . . . 159 
 BURIAL. 
 
 1. Nun lafst uns den Leib begraben . . 161 
 
 2. Am Grabe ftehn wir ftille .... 163 
 
 3. Aller Glaubigen Sammelplatz . . . 165 
 
 4. Mag auch die Liebe weinen .... 166 
 
 5. Guter Hire, Du haft geftillet .... 167 
 
 6. Du bift zwar mein und bleibeft mein , 168 
 
 . PART II. 
 
 PENITENCE. 
 
 1. Allein zu dir Herr Jefu Chrift . . . 175 
 
 2. Ach Gott und Herr wie grofz und fchwer 177 
 
 3. Jefu mein Erbarmer hdre 180 
 
 4. O Jefu Konig hoch zu ehren .... 183 
 
 5. O Gott du frommer Gott .... 186 
 
 6. O Durchbrecher aller Bande . . . 1 89 
 
 7. Brich durchmein angefochtnes . . . 192 
 THANKSGIVING. 
 
 1. Nun danket alle Gott 194 
 
 2. Sei Lob und Ehr dem hochften Gut . 196 
 
 3. Himmel Erde Luft und Meer . . . 199 
 
 4. Ich der ich oft in groflcr Noth . . . 201 
 
 5. O grofler Geift, O Urfprung.- . . . 205 
 
 6. In dir ift Frcudc 207 
 
 7. Goltlob, nun ift erfchollen .... 209 
 THE LIFE OF FAITH. 
 
 i. Der Glaub ift cine lebendige Kraft . . 212
 
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 2. Wer halt nicht Gottes Wortdoch fpricht 214 
 
 3. Ich weifs an wen ich glaube . . . . 216 
 
 4. Herzlich lieb hab ich dich O Herr . . 218 
 5.,Nun fo will ich denn mein Leben . . 220 
 
 6. Wer das Kleinod will erlangen . . . 222 
 
 7. Ach mein Herr Jefu dein Nahefeyn . 224 
 
 8. Sieh hier bin ich Ehrenkonig . . . 226 
 
 9. Auf hinauf zu deiner Freude . . . 228 
 
 10. Ich bin ein Gaft auf Erden .... 230 
 
 11. Oeffne nun die Perlenthoren . . . . 234 
 SONGS OF THE CROSS. 
 
 1. Mag ich Ungliick nicht widerftehn . . 236 
 
 2. O Chrifte Morgenfterne 238 
 
 3. Wenn wir in hochften Nothen fein . . 240 
 
 4. Ach treuer Gott, barmherzigs Herz . 242 
 
 5. Ach Gott wie manches Herzeleid . . 245 
 
 6. Warum betriibft du dich mein Herz . 248 
 
 7. Alles ist an Gottes Segen ...... 250 
 
 8. Mein Gott bei dir ift alle Fiille . . . 252 
 
 9. Wer Gott vertraut hat wohl gebaut . 254 
 
 10. Was Gott gefallt O frommes Kind . . 256 
 
 11. Was Gott thut das ift wohlgethan . . 259 
 
 12. Warum follt ich mich denn gramen. . 261 
 
 13. Sollt es denn bisweilen 264 
 
 THE FINAL CONFLICT AND HEAVEN. 
 
 1. Ich weifz es wird mein Ende kommen . 266 
 
 2. Wer weifz wienahe mir mein Ende . . 267 
 
 3. Welt, lebwohl, ich bin deirr miide . . 270 
 
 4. Ich hab mein Sachi Gott heimgeftellt . 273 
 
 5. O Herre Gott ich ruf zu dir ... 275 
 
 6. Herr Jefu Chrift mein Lebens Licht . 276 
 
 7. Herr Gott nun fchleufz dein Himmel auf 278 
 
 8. Herr nun lafs in Friede 280 
 
 9. So ifts an dem dafz ich mit Freude . . 283 
 
 10. Jerufalem du hoch gebaute Stadt . . 285 
 
 11. Herzlich thut mich erfreuen . . . . 288 
 
 12. Wachet auf, ruft uns die Strimme . . 290 
 
 13. Wann der Herr einft die Gefangenen . 292

 
 
 
 
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