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 CALIFORNIA 
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 THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA, SAN DIEGC 
 LA JOLLA, CALIEtffNIA
 
 TEBSTEEGEN.
 
 TRANSLATED from the GERMAN by CATHERINE WINKWORTH. 
 
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 JOHN LEIGHTON, F.S.A. 
 
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 LONGMAN, GREEN, LONGMAN, AND ROBERTS. 
 
 1861.
 
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 THESE HYMNS ARE 
 
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 W. MURDEN, G. PEARSON, and J. SWAIN, 
 
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 FOLLOWING HYMNS 
 
 are selected from the Chevalier Bunsen's 
 " Versuch eines allgemeinen Gesang und 
 Gebetbuchs," published in 1833. From 
 the large number there given, about nine 
 hundred, little more than one hundred have 
 been chosen. This selection contains many 
 of those best known and loved in Germany; 
 but in a work of this size it is impossible 
 to include all that have become classical in 
 that home of Christian poetry. In reading 
 them it must be remembered that they are 
 hymns, not sacred poems, though from their 
 length and the intricacy of their metres, 
 many of them may seem to English readers 
 adapted rather to purposes of private than 
 of public devotion. But the singing of 
 hymns forms a much larger and more
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 important part of public worship in the German Reformed 
 Churches than in our own services. It is the mode by 
 which the whole congregation is enabled to bear its part 
 in the worship of God, answering in this respect to the 
 chanting of our own Liturgy. 
 
 Ever since the Reformation, the German Church has 
 been remarkable for the number and excellence of its 
 hymns and hymn-tunes. Before that time it was not so. 
 There was no place for congregational singing in public 
 worship, and therefore the spiritual songs of the latter 
 part of the middle ages assumed for the most part an 
 artificial and unpopular form. Yet there were not wanting 
 germs of a national Church poetry in the verses rather 
 than hymns which were sung in German on pilgrimages and 
 at some of the high festivals, many of which verses were 
 again derived from more ancient Latin hymns. Several of 
 Luther's hymns are amplifications of verses of this class, 
 such as the Pentecostal hymn here given, " Come, Holy 
 Spirit, God and Lord,"* which is founded on a German 
 version of the " Veni Sancte Spiritus, Reple." By adopt- 
 ing these verses, and retaining their well-known melodies, 
 Luther enabled his hymns to spread rapidly among the 
 common people, He also composed metrical versions of 
 several of the Psalms, the Te Deum, the Ten Com- 
 mandments, the Lord's Prayer, the Nunc Dimittis, the Da 
 nobis Pacem, &c., thus enriching the people, to whom he 
 had already given the Holy Scriptures in their own language, 
 with a treasure of that sacred poetry which is the precious 
 inheritance of every Christian Church. 
 
 * Page 1 24.
 
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 The hyinn, "In the midst of life,"* is one of those 
 founded on a more ancient hymn, the " Media in vita " of 
 Notker, a learned Benedictine of St. Gall, who died in 912. 
 He is said to have composed it while watching some work- 
 men, who were building the bridge of Martinsbruck at 
 the peril of their lives. It was soon set to music, and 
 became universally known ; indeed it was used as a battle 
 song, until the custom was forbidden on account of its 
 being supposed to exercise magical influences. In a German 
 version it formed part of the service for the burial of the 
 dead, as early as the thirteenth century, and is still pre- 
 served in an unmetrical form in the Burial Service of our 
 own Church. 
 
 The carol, "From Heaven above to earth I come,"t is 
 called by Luther himself, "A Christmas child's song con- 
 cerning the child Jesus." He wrote it for his little boy 
 Hans, when the latter was five years old, and it is still 
 sung from the dome of the Kreuzkirche in Dresden before 
 day-break on the morning of Christmas Day. It refers to 
 the custom, then and long afterwards prevalent in Germany, 
 of making at Christmas-time representations of the manger 
 with the infant Jesus. But the most famous of his hymns 
 is his noble version of the 46th Psalm, "A sure stronghold 
 our God is He,":}: which may be called the national hymn 
 of his Protestant countrymen. Luther's hymns are wanting 
 in harmony and correctness of metre to a degree which 
 often makes them jarring to our modern ears, but they 
 are always full of fire and strength, of clear Christian faith, 
 and brave joyful trust in God. 
 
 * Page 245. f Page 12, Page 182.
 
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 From his time there has been a constant succession of 
 hymn writers in the German Church. Paul Eber, an intimate 
 friend of Melancthon, wrote for his children the hymn, 
 " Lord Jesus Christ, true Man and God," * which soon 
 became a favourite hymn for the dying. Hugo Grotius 
 asked that it might be repeated to him in his last moments, 
 and expired ere its conclusion. Another hymn of the same 
 class is, "Now hush your cries, and shed no tear,"t the "Jam 
 mcesta quiesce querela" of Prudentius II. translated by 
 Nicholas Hermann, the pious old precentor of Joachimsthal, 
 a hymn long sung at every funeral. 
 
 The terrible times of the Thirty years' War were rich 
 in sacred poetry. Rist, a clergyman in North Germany, 
 who suffered much in his youth from mental conflicts, and 
 in after years from plunder, pestilence, and all the horrors 
 of war, used to say, "the dear cross hath pressed many 
 songs out of me," and this seems to have been equally 
 true of many of his contemporaries. It certainly was true 
 of Johann Hermann, the author of some of the most 
 touching hymns for Passion Week, who wrote his sweet 
 songs under great physical sufferings from ill health, and 
 amidst the perils of war, during which he more than once 
 escaped murder as by a miracle. So too the hymns of Simon 
 Dach,J professor of poetry in the University of Konigsberg, 
 speak of the sufferings of the Christian, and his longing to 
 escape from the strife of earth to the peace of heaven. 
 
 But the Christians of those days had often not only to 
 suffer, but to fight for their faith, and in the hymns of 
 
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 Altenburgh and von Lowenstern we have two that may be 
 called battle songs of the Church. The former published 
 his hymn, "Fear not, O little flock, the foe/'* in 1631, with 
 this title : " A heart-cheering song of comfort on the watch 
 word of the Evangelical Army in the battle of Leipsic, 
 September 7th, 1631, God with us." It was called Gustavus 
 Adolphus' battle song, because the pious hero often sang 
 it with his army ; and he sang it for the last time immedi- 
 ately before the battle of Liitzen. The latter, von Lowen- 
 stern, was the son of a saddler, but was ennobled by the 
 Emperor, Ferdinand III. for his public services : he was 
 at once a statesman, poet, and musician. His hymn, 
 " Christ, Thou the champion of the band,"t was a favourite 
 of Niebuhr. 
 
 Another favourite hymn of Niebuhr was the hymn to 
 Eternity,:}; the greater part of which is of very ancient but 
 uncertain date. It received its present form about the 
 middle of the I'jth century. 
 
 Many of the hymns of Paul Gerhardt belong to this 
 period, though he lived until 1676, long after the con- 
 clusion of peace. He is without doubt the greatest of the 
 German hymn writers, possessing loftier poetical genius, 
 and a richer variety of thought and feeling than any other. 
 His beautiful hymn, " Commit thou all thy ways," is already 
 well known to us through Wesley's translation, and many 
 others of his are not inferior to it. He was a zealous 
 preacher for several years at the Nicolai-Kirch in Berlin ; 
 whence he retired because he had not sufficient freedom 
 
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 in preaching the truth, and became Archdeacon of Liibben. 
 With him culminated the elder school of German sacred 
 poetry, a school distinguished by its depth and simplicity. 
 Most of its hymns are either written for the high festivals 
 and services of the Church, or are expressive of a simple 
 Christian faith, ready to dare or suffer all things for God's 
 sake. To this school we must refer, from their spirit, two 
 hymns written a little later ; the first is, " Jesus my Re- 
 deemer lives,"* one of the most favourite Easter hymns, 
 written by the pious Electress of Brandenburgh, who founded 
 the Orphan House at Oranienburg. The other, " Leave God 
 to order all thy ways,"t was written by George Neumarck, 
 Secretary to the Archives at Weimar. It spread rapidly 
 among the common people, at first without the author's 
 name. A baker's boy in New Brandenburgh used to sing 
 it over his work, and soon the whole town and neighbour- 
 hood flocked to him to learn this beautiful new song. 
 
 In the latter half of the seventeenth century a new 
 school was founded by Johann Franck, and Johann Scheffler, 
 commonly called Angelus. The former was burgomaster 
 of Guben in Lusatia ; the latter physician to Ferdinand III. ; 
 but in 1663 he became a Roman Catholic, and aftenvards 
 a priest. The pervading idea of this school is the longing 
 of the soul for that intimate union with the Redeemer of 
 the world, which begins with the birth of Christ in the 
 heart, and is perfected after death. This longing breathes 
 through the hymns of Franck given in this collection ; one 
 of them, "Redeemer of the nations, come,":}: is a transla- 
 tion of the " Veni, Redemptor gentium " of St. Ambrose. 
 
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 Angelus dwells rather on the means of attaining this union 
 by the sacrifice of the Self to God through the great High- 
 priest of mankind, an idea expressed in his hymns with 
 peculiar tenderness and sweetness. We find much of his 
 spirit and sweetness lingering in modern times about the 
 few hymns of the gifted Novalis. 
 
 The greatest poet of this school is however Gerhardt 
 Tersteegen, who lived during the early part of the eighteenth 
 century as a ribbon manufacturer at Miihlheim. His hymns 
 have great beauty, and bespeak a tranquil and childlike 
 soul filled and blessed with the contemplation of God. 
 The well-known hymn of Wesley's, " Lo God is here ! let 
 us adore," belongs to him, and in its original shape is one of 
 the most beautiful he ever wrote, but is frequently met with 
 only in a disfigured and mutilated form. To this school 
 belong a large number of the hymns in this collection, among 
 which those of Deszler,* an excellent philologist of Nurem- 
 burgh, and of Anton Ulrich,f the pious and learned Duke 
 of Brunswick, are particularly good. Those of Schmolck, 
 the pastor of Schweidnitz, who exercised great influence 
 over the hymn-writing of his day, have more simplicity than 
 most of the rest, but are characterized by a curious mixture 
 of real poetry and deep feeling with occasional vulgarities 
 of expression. The defects of this school, which showed 
 themselves strongly in the course of the eighteenth century, 
 were a tendency that the feeling should degenerate into 
 sentimentality, and the devout dwelling of the heart on 
 Christ's great sacrifice into compassion and gratitude for 
 His physical sufferings, defects which greatly disfigure many 
 
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 of the Moravian hymns. In some of the hymns here trans- 
 lated the expression " Christi Wundenhohle " occurs, which 
 has been rendered by the blood or cross of Christ, as being 
 phrases at once more scriptural and more consonant to 
 our feelings. There were not wanting however, even at 
 this period, many hymns fit for good soldiers of Jesus Christ, 
 such as "Who seeks in weakness an excuse,"* and others 
 of the same kind. 
 
 Germany is rich in Morning and Evening Hymns, and 
 Hymns for the Dying, of which a few are given in these 
 translations. Among these is the morning hymn of Earon 
 von Canitz : I was not aware until after translating it that 
 it had been already published at the close of one volume 
 of Dr. Arnold's sermons. 
 
 The hymn " How blest to all Thy followers, Lord, the 
 road,"f was the favourite hymn of Schelling. 
 
 In translating these hymns the original form has been 
 retained, with the exception, that single rhymes are generally 
 substituted for the double rhymes which the structure of 
 the language renders so common in German poetry, but 
 which become cloying to an English ear when constantly 
 repeated ; and that English double common or short metre 
 is used instead of what may be called the German common 
 metre, the same that we call Gay's stanza, to which it approxi- 
 mates closely in the number of syllables, while its associations 
 in our minds are somewhat more solemn. In a few instances 
 slight alterations have been made in the metre, when, as is 
 
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 the case with some excellent hymns in our own language, 
 it is hardly grave and dignified enough for the poetry. 
 These alterations are but slight, and seemed justifiable, 
 since these hymns have been translated, not so much as 
 specimens of German hymn-writing, as in the hope that 
 these utterances of Christian piety which have comforted 
 and strengthened the hearts of many true Christians in their 
 native country, may speak to the hearts of some among us, 
 to help and cheer those who must strive and suffer, and 
 to make us feel afresh what a deep and true Communion 
 of Saints exists among all the children of God in different 
 Churches and lands. 
 
 Alderley Edge, 
 
 July 1 6th, 
 * 1855. 
 
 In the second edition a few corrections have been made 
 
 and additional verses given in some of the hymns : a few 
 
 among them are however still given in an abbreviated 
 
 form, where the omitted verses appeared to be 
 
 decidely inferior in merit, or to contain no 
 
 new thought. I have also exchanged the 
 
 former version of " Ein feste Burg " 
 
 for one, as it seems to me, much 
 
 superior, which I owe to 
 
 the kindness of the 
 
 Rev. William 
 
 Gaskell. 
 
 Nov. 
 30, 
 
 1855-
 
 COHTEMTS. 
 
 First Sunday in Advent . . . 
 Second Sunday in Advent . . 
 Third Sunday in Advent . . 
 Fourth Sunday in Advent . . 
 
 Christmas Eve 
 
 Christmas Day 
 
 St Stephen's Day .... 
 St. John the Evangelist . 
 
 Innocents' Day 
 
 Sunday after Christmas Day . 
 
 Circumcision 
 
 Epiphany 
 
 First Sunday after Epiphany . 
 Second Sunday after Epiphany 
 Third Sunday after Epiphany . 
 Fourth Sunday after Epiphany 
 
 Fifth Sunday after Epiphany . 
 
 Sixth Sunday after Epiphany . 
 Septuagesima Sunday . 
 Sexagesima Sunday .... 
 Quinquagesima Sunday . . . 
 Quinquagesima Sunday . . . 
 
 Ash Wednesday 
 
 First Sunday in Lent 
 Second Sunday in Lent . 
 Third Sunday in Lent . 
 Fourth Sunday in Lent . . . 
 Fifth Sunday in Lent . . . 
 Palm Sunday 
 
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 The Dawn i 
 
 The Coming of the Day of the Lord . . 4 
 Christ the Deliverer ...... 
 
 Christ the King of all Men . . . 
 
 A Carol 
 
 The Word made flesh 16 
 
 A Battle-Song in troubled times ... 1 8 
 
 Christ the Life of the Soul 20 
 
 The Childlike Heart 23 
 
 The Desire of all Nations 26 
 
 A Hymn for New Year's Day ... 28 
 
 TJie Manifestation of the Light of the World 32 
 
 The Christian Sacrifice 35 
 
 God's Sovereignty our Stronghold of Hope 36 
 
 The Word of God 39 
 
 A Prayer in mental Conflict .... 41 
 A Prayer for the Presence of the Spirit of 
 
 God in the Church 44 
 
 Aspiration after Purity and Holiness . 46 
 
 The Christian Warfare 49 
 
 A Spring Song 51 
 
 Loz'e the root of all Excellence .... 53 
 
 Christ opening the Eyes of the Blind . . 56 
 
 A Cry for Mercy 59 
 
 The Loneliness and Anguish of Penitence. 61 
 
 Clinging to Christ in utter Need ... 64 
 
 A Warning of Judgment 65 
 
 Confession of Sin 67 
 
 Tarrying for Light and Help . ... 69 
 
 Christ's Entry into Jerusalem .... 71
 
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 Monday in Passion Week . . 
 Tuesday in Passion Week . . 
 Wednesday in Passion Week . 
 Thursday in Passion Week . . 
 Good Friday Morning . . . 
 Good Friday Evening . . . 
 
 Easter Even 
 
 Easter Day 
 
 Easter Day Evening .... 
 Monday in Easter Week . . 
 Tuesday in Easter Week . . 
 First Sunday after Easter . . 
 Second Sunday after Easter . 
 Third Sunday after Easter . . 
 Fourth Sunday after Easter . 
 Fifth Sunday after Easter . . 
 
 Ascension Day 
 
 Sunday after Ascension Day . 
 Whit Sunday 
 
 Monday in Whitsun-week . . 
 Tuesday in Whitsun-week . 
 Trinity Sunday 
 
 First Sunday after Trinity . . 
 
 Second Sunday after Trinity . 
 
 Third Sunday after Trinity. . 
 
 Fourth Sunday after Trinity . 
 
 Fifth Sunday after Trinity . . 
 
 Sixth Sunday after Trinity . . 
 
 Seventh Sunday after Trinity . 
 
 Eighth Sunday after Trinity . 
 
 Ninth Sunday after Trinity 
 Tenth Sunday after Trinity _, 
 Eleventh Sunday after Trinity . 
 Twelfth Sunday after Trinity . 
 Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity 
 Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Christ weeping over Jerusalem 
 
 Christ 's Death our Purification . . . 
 
 Chrisfs Death our Redemption . . . 
 
 Our Requital of Chrisfs Love .... 
 
 The Crucifixion 
 
 The Love of God in Christ 
 
 Rest in the Grave 
 
 The Triumph over Death 
 
 The Resurrection from the Death of Sin 
 
 The Benefits of Chrisfs Resurrection . 
 
 Chrisfs Life the Source and Pledge of ours 
 
 The Kingdom of Heaven in the midst of us 
 
 The Good Shepherd 
 
 A Song of Joy after a time of Sorrow 
 
 The Indwelling of the Holy Spirit 
 
 Christ the Champion of His Church . . 
 
 The Soul longing to be where Christ is . 
 
 The Homeward Journey 
 
 The Descent of the Holy Spirit . . . 
 
 The Spirit of God the. Spirit of Love, Joy, 
 and Peace 
 
 The Spirit of God the Witness to His Son 
 \ 77ie Fount of 'Being, the Word, the uniting 
 ( Spirit 
 
 The Love of God 
 
 The Love of His Children 
 
 Peace in Trouble 
 
 Sharing the Cross and the Crown . . . 
 
 The Good Soldier of Christ .... 
 
 Self Surrender to God 
 
 A Summer Song 
 
 \ TheSpiritof God the Fountain of Wisdom 
 ( and Purity 
 
 The Choice 
 
 Longing of the Heart after God 
 
 God's Presence the Source of all Joy . 
 
 The Sin of Weakness 
 
 Trust in God 
 
 77ie Cross our Glory 
 
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 Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity 
 Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity . . 
 Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity. 
 
 Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity . 
 Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity . 
 Twentieth Sunday after Trinity . . 
 
 Twenty-first Sunday after Trinity 
 Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity . 
 Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity . 
 Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity . 
 Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity 
 St Andrew's Day 
 
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 God's sure Help in Sorrow 
 
 The Song of the Christian Pilgrim . . 
 ( Vow to be ttue to Christ in an Age of 
 ( Apostasy 
 
 Living Faith 
 
 ( Rejoicing in God the Creator, Redeemer, 
 \ and Sanctijier 
 
 Luther's Psalm 
 
 The Unsearchable Wisdom of God . . 
 Aspiration after the Life Eternal . 
 The One Thing Needful 
 
 Rejoice, the Lord is at hand .... 
 Following Christ 
 
 St Thomas the Apostle . . . . 
 
 Presentation in the Temple . . . 
 St Matthias .... . . . 
 
 ( The SouFs Joy in discovering Christ, the 
 link behveen God and Man . . . 
 The Song of Simeon 
 
 The True Rest . . . 
 
 Annunciation . 
 
 \ The Happiness of the Soul that has no 
 \ Will but God's 
 
 St Barnabas 
 
 The Merciful Providence of God . 
 The Ministry of Angels 
 
 St Michael's 
 
 All Saints' 
 
 The Company of the Blest 
 
 Hymns for the Morninf .... 
 
 
 Hymns for the Evening .... 
 
 
 For the Sick and Dying 
 
 
 For the Burial of the Dead 
 
 
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 TABLE OF GERMAN HYMNS . 
 
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 The night is far spent, the day is at hand; let us therefore 
 cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the 
 armour of light. From the Epistle. 
 
 Jfirst Simtmu m 
 
 will the night of sin 
 
 Be never past ? 
 
 O watchman, doth the tarrying day begin 
 To dawn upon thy straining sight at last ? 
 
 Will it dispel 
 Ere long the mists of sense wherein I dwell ? 
 
 Now all the earth is bright and glad 
 
 With the fresh morn ; 
 
 But all my heart is cold and dark and sad 
 Sun of the soul, let me behold Thy dawn ! 
 
 Come, Jesus, Lord ! 
 Oh quickly come, according to Thy word !
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Do we not live in those blest days 
 
 So long foretold, 
 When Thou shouldst come to bring us light and 
 
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 And yet I sit in darkness as of old, 
 
 Pining to see 
 Thy glory ; but Thou still art far from me. 
 
 Long since Thou earnest for the light 
 
 Of all men here ; 
 
 And still in me is nought but blackest night. 
 Yet am I thine, Oh hasten to appear, 
 
 Shine forth and bless 
 My soul with vision of Thy righteousness ! 
 
 If thus in darkness ever left, 
 
 Can I fulfil 
 
 The works of light, while yet of light bereft ? 
 Or how discern in love and meekness still 
 
 To follow Thee, 
 And all the sinful works of darkness flee ? 
 
 The light of reason cannot give 
 
 Life to my soul ; 
 
 Jesus alone can make me truly live, 
 One glance of His can make my spirit whole. 
 
 Arise, and shine, 
 O Jesus, on this longing heart of mine ! 
 
 Single and clear, not weak or blind, 
 The eye must be,
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 To which Thy glory shall an entrance find ; 
 For if Thy chosen ones would gaze on Thee, 
 
 No earthly screen 
 Between their souls and Thee must intervene. 
 
 Jesus, do Thou mine eyes unseal, 
 
 And let them grow 
 
 Quick to discern whate'er Thou dost reveal, 
 So shall I be deliver'd from that woe, 
 
 Blindly to stray 
 Through hopeless night, while all around is day.
 
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 Behold the fig-tree and all the trees ; when they now shoot forth, ye 
 see and know of your own selves that summer is now nigh at hand. 
 So likftvise ye, when ye see these things come to pass, knoiv ye that 
 the kingdom of God is nigh at hand. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 WAKE, thou careless world, awake ! 
 The final day shall surely come ; 
 What Heaven hath fix'd Time cannot 
 
 shake, 
 
 It cannot sweep away thy doom. 
 Know, what the Lord Himself hath spoken 
 Shall come at last and not delay ; 
 Though heaven and earth shall pass away, 
 His steadfast word can ne'er be broken.
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Awake ! He comes to judgment, wake ! 
 
 Sinners, behold His countenance 
 In beauty terrible, and quake 
 
 Condemn'd beneath His piercing glance. 
 Lo ! He to whom all power is given, 
 
 Who sits at God's right hand on high, 
 
 In fire and thunder draweth nigh, 
 To judge all nations under Heaven. 
 
 Awake, thou careless world, awake ! 
 
 Who knows how soon our God shall please 
 That suddenly that day should break ? 
 
 We fathom not such depths as these. 
 Oh guard thee well from lust and greed ; 
 
 For as the bird is in the snare, 
 
 Or ever of its foe aware, 
 So comes that day with silent speed. 
 
 The Lord in love delayeth long 
 The final day, and grants us space 
 
 To turn away from sin and wrong, 
 
 And mourning seek His help and grace. 
 
 He holdeth back that best of days, 
 Until the righteous shall approve 
 Their faith and hope, their constant love ; 
 
 So gentle us-ward are His ways ! 
 
 But ye, O faithful souls, shall see 
 That morning rise in love and joy ; 
 
 Your Saviour comes to set you free, 
 Your Judge shall all your bonds destroy :
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 He, the true Joshua, then shall bring 
 His people with a mighty hand 
 Into their promised father-land, 
 
 Where songs of victory they shall sing. 
 
 Rejoice ! the fig-tree shows her green, 
 The springing year is in its prime, 
 
 The little flowers afresh are seen, 
 
 We gather strength in this great time ; 
 
 The glorious summer draweth near, 
 When all this body's earthly load, 
 In light that morning sheds abroad, 
 
 Shall wax as sunshine pure and clear. 
 
 Arise, and let us day and night 
 Pray in the Spirit ceaselessly, 
 
 That we may heed our Lord aright, 
 And ever in His presence be ; 
 
 Arise, and let us haste to meet 
 
 The Bridegroom standing at the door, 
 That with the angels evermore 
 
 We too may worship at His feet.
 
 And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our God ; 
 we have waited for Him, and He -will save us ; this is 
 the Lord ; we have waited for Him, we will be glad and 
 rejoice in His salvation. From the Lesson. 
 
 OW shall I meet Thee? How my heart 
 
 Receive her Lord aright 1 
 Desire of all the earth Thou art ! 
 
 My hope, my sole delight ! 
 Kindle the lamp, Thou Lord, alone, 
 Half-dying in my breast, 
 And make thy gracious pleasure known 
 How I may greet Thee best. 
 
 Her budding boughs and fairest palms 
 
 Thy Zion strews around ; 
 And songs of praise and sweetest psalms 
 
 From my glad heart shall sound. 
 My desert soul breaks forth in flowers, 
 
 Rejoicing in Thy fame ; 
 And puts forth all her sleeping powers, 
 To honour Jesus' name. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 In heavy bonds I languish'd long, 
 
 Thou com'st to set me free ; 
 The scorn of every mocking tongue 
 
 Thou com'st to honour me. 
 A heavenly crown wilt Thou bestow, 
 
 And gifts of priceless worth, 
 That vanish not as here below 
 
 The fading wealth of earth. 
 
 Nought, nought, dear Lord, had power to move 
 
 Thee from Thy rightful place, 
 Save that most strange and blessed Love 
 
 Wherewith Thou dost embrace 
 This weary world and all her woe, 
 
 Her load of grief and ill 
 And sorrow, more than man can know ; 
 
 Thy love is deeper still. 
 
 Oh write this promise in your hearts, 
 
 Ye sorrowful, on whom 
 Fall thickening cares, while joy departs 
 
 And darker grows your gloom. 
 Despair not, for your help is near, 
 
 He standeth at the door 
 Who best can comfort you and cheer, 
 
 He comes, nor stayeth more. 
 
 Nor vex your souls with care, nor grieve 
 
 And labour longer thus, 
 As though your arm could ought achieve, 
 
 And bring Him down to us.
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 He comes, He comes with ready will, 
 
 By pity moved alone, 
 To soothe our every grief and ill, 
 
 For all to Him are known. 
 
 Nor ye, O sinners, shrink aside, 
 
 Afraid to see His face, 
 Your darkest sins our Lord will hide 
 
 Beneath His pitying grace. 
 He comes, He comes, to save from sin, 
 
 And all its pangs assuage, 
 And for the sons of God to win 
 
 Their proper heritage. 
 
 Why heed ye then the craft and noise, 
 
 The fury of His foes 1 
 Lo, in a breath the Lord destroys 
 
 All who His rule oppose. 
 He comes, He comes, as King to reign ! 
 
 All earthly powers may band 
 Against Him, yet they strive in vain, 
 
 His might may none withstand. 
 
 He comes to judge the earth, and ye 
 
 Who mock'd Him, feel His wrath ; 
 But they who loved and sought Him see 
 
 His light o'er all their path. 
 O Sun of Righteousness ! arise, 
 
 And guide us on our way 
 To yon fair mansion in the skies 
 
 Of joyous cloudless day. 
 
 PAUL GEKHARDT. i(>r-
 
 Rejoice in the Lord alway, and again I say, Rejoice. 
 The Lord is at hand. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 up your heads, ye mighty gates, 
 Behold the King of glory waits, 
 The King of kings is drawing near, 
 
 The Saviour of the world is here ; 
 
 Life and salvation doth He bring, 
 Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing 
 
 Praise, O my God, to Thee ! 
 
 Creator, wise is Thy decree ! 
 
 The Lord is just, a helper tried, 
 
 Mercy is ever at His side, 
 
 His kingly crown is holiness, 
 
 His sceptre, pity in distress, 
 
 The end of all our woe He brings ; 
 
 Wherefore the earth is glad and sings 
 
 Praise, O my God, to Thee ! 
 
 O Saviour, great Thy deeds shall be ! 
 
 Oh, blest the land, the city blest, 
 Where Christ the ruler is confest ! 
 Oh, happy hearts and happy homes 
 To whom this King in triumph comes ! 
 The cloudless Sun of joy He is, 
 Who bringeth pure delight and bliss ; 
 
 Praise, O my God, to Thee ! 
 
 Comforter, for Thy comfort free !
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Fling wide the portals of your heart, 
 
 Make it a temple set apart 
 
 From earthly use for Heaven's employ, 
 
 Adorn'd with prayer, and love, and joy ; 
 
 So shall your Sovereign enter in, 
 
 And new and nobler life begin. 
 Praise, O my God, be Thine, 
 For word, and deed, and grace divine. 
 
 Redeemer, come ! I open wide 
 My heart to Thee, here, Lord, abide ! 
 Let me Thy inner presence feel, 
 Thy grace and love in me reveal, 
 Thy Holy Spirit guide us on 
 Until our glorious goal is won ! 
 Eternal praise and fame, 
 Be offer' d, Saviour, to Thy Name ! 
 
 WEtSEEL. 
 1635.
 
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 Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which, shall be to all people. 
 
 LUKE ii. 10. 
 
 ROM heaven above to earth I come 
 To bear good news to every home ; 
 Glad tidings ot great joy I bring, 
 Whereof I now will say and sing : 
 
 To you this night is born a child 
 Of Mary, chosen mother mild ; 
 This little child, of lowly birth, 
 Shall be the joy of all your earth. 
 
 'Tis Christ our God who far on high 
 Hath heard your sad and bitter cry ; 
 Himself will your Salvation be, 
 Himself from sin will make you free. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 He brings those blessings, long ago 
 Prepared by God for all below ; 
 Henceforth His kingdom open stands 
 To you, as to the angel bands. 
 
 These are the tokens ye shall mark, 
 The swaddling clothes and manger dark ; 
 There shall ye find the young child laid, 
 By whom the heavens and earth were made. 
 
 Now let us all with gladsome cheer 
 Follow the shepherds, and draw near 
 To see this wondrous gift of God 
 Who hath His only Son bestow'd. 
 
 Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes ! 
 Who is it in yon manger lies ? 
 Who is this child so young and fair 1 
 The blessed Christ-child lieth there. 
 
 Welcome to earth, Thou noble guest, 
 Through whom e'en wicked men are blest ! 
 Thou com'st to share our misery, 
 What can we render, Lord, to Thee ! 
 
 Ah, Lord, who hast created all, 
 How hast Thou made Thee weak and small, 
 That Thou must choose Thy infant bed 
 Where ass and ox but lately fed ! 
 
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 Were earth a thousand times as fair, 
 Beset with gold and jewels rare, 
 She yet were far too poor to be 
 A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 For velvets soft and silken stuff 
 Thou hast but hay and straw so rough, 
 Whereon Thou King, so rich and great, 
 As 'twere Thy heaven, art throned in state. 
 
 Thus hath it pleas'd Thee to make plain 
 The truth to us poor fools and vain, 
 That this world's honour, wealth and might 
 Are nought and worthless in Thy sight. 
 
 Ah ! dearest Jesus, Holy Child, 
 Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled, 
 Within my heart, that it may be 
 A quiet chamber kept for Thee. 
 
 My heart for very joy doth leap, 
 My lips no more can silence keep ; 
 I too must sing with joyful tongue 
 That sweetest ancient cradle-song 
 
 Glory to God in highest Heaven, 
 Who unto man His Son hath given ! 
 While angels sing with pious mirth 
 A glad New Year to all the earth. 
 
 - LUTHEB. 
 
 Written for his little son JJaus, 
 1540. 
 
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 f essential Word, 
 
 ^- j..V y Who from eternity 
 Didst dwell with God, for thou wast God, 
 
 Who art ordain'd to be 
 The Saviour of our race ; 
 Welcome indeed Thou art, 
 Blessed Redeemer, Fount of Grace, 
 To this my longing heart ! 
 
 Come, self-existent Word, 
 And speak within my heart, 
 
 That from the soul where Thou art heard 
 Thy peace may ne'er depart. 
 Thou Light that lightenest all, 
 Abide through faith in me, 
 
 And let me never from Thee fall, 
 And seek no guide but Thee. 
 
 Why didst Thou leave Thy throne, 
 O Jesus, what could bring 
 Thee to a world where e'en Thine own 
 Knew not their rightful King ( 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Thy love beyond all thought 
 Stronger than Death or Hell, 
 And my deep woe, this wonder wrought, 
 That Thou on earth dost dwell. 
 
 Then help me, Lord, to give 
 
 My whole heart unto Thee, 
 That all my life while here I live 
 
 One song of praise may be. 
 
 Yes, Jesus, form anew 
 
 This stony heart of mine, 
 And let it e'en in death be true 
 
 To Thee, for ever Thine. 
 
 Let nought be left within 
 
 But cometh of Thy hand ; 
 Root quickly out the weeds of sin, 
 
 My cunning foe withstand. 
 
 From Thee comes nothing ill, 
 
 'Tis he doth sow the tares ; 
 Make plain my path before me still, 
 
 And save me from his snares. 
 
 Thou art the Life, O Lord ! 
 
 Sole Light of Life Thou art ! 
 Let not Thy glorious rays be pour'd 
 
 In vain on my dark heart. 
 
 Star of the East, arise ! 
 
 Drive all my clouds away, 
 Guide me till earth's dim twilight dies 
 
 Into the perfect day ! 
 
 LAURENTI. 1700.
 
 And Stephen, full of faith and power, did great 
 wonders and miracles among the people. . . . Then 
 they stirred up the people. . . . and caught him, 
 and set up false witnesses against him. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 not, O little flock, the foe 
 Who madly seeks your overthrow, 
 Dread not his rage and power : 
 What though your courage sometimes faints, 
 His seeming triumph o'er God's saints 
 Lasts but a little hour. 
 
 !to Be of good cheer ; your cause belongs 
 To Him who can avenge your wrongs, 
 
 Leave it to Him our Lord. 
 Though hidden yet from all our eyes, 
 He sees the Gideon who shall rise 
 
 To save us, and His word. 
 
 As true as God's own word is true, 
 Nor earth nor hell with all their crew 
 
 Against us shall prevail. 
 A jest and by-word are they grown ; 
 God is with us, we are His own, 
 
 Our victory cannot fail. 
 
 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer ! 
 Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare ; 
 Fight for us once again ! 
 
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 So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise 
 A mighty chorus to Thy praise, 
 
 World without end. Amen. 
 
 ALTENBURG 
 
 Gnst(j7'ns Adolphus 1 Battle-song. 1631. 
 
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 If I will that ye tarry till 
 I come, -what is that to 
 theel Follmv thou me. 
 
 From the Gospel 
 
 FThou, True Life, wilt in 
 me live, 
 Consume whate'er is not 
 
 of Thee; 
 One look of Thine more 
 
 joy can give 
 Than all the world can offer me. 
 O Jesus, be Thou mine for ever, 
 Nought from Thy love my heart 
 
 can sever, 
 As Thou hast promised in Thy 
 
 Word ; 
 Oh deep the joy whereof I 
 
 drink, 
 Whene'er my soul in Thee can 
 
 sink, 
 
 And own her Bridegroom and her 
 Lord!
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 O Heart, that glow'd with love and died, 
 
 Kindle my soul with fire divine ; 
 Lord, in the heart Thou'st won, abide, 
 
 And all in it that is not Thine 
 Oh let me conquer and destroy, 
 Strong in Thy love, Thou Fount of Joy, 
 Nay, be Thou conqueror, Lord, in me ; 
 
 So shall I triumph o'er despair, 
 
 O'er death itself Thy victory share, 
 Thus suffer, live, and die in Thee. 
 
 And let the fire within me move 
 
 My heart to serve Thy members here ; 
 
 Let me their need and trials prove, 
 That I may know my love sincere 
 
 And like to Thine, Lord, pure and warm ; 
 
 For when my soul hath won that form 
 
 Is likest to Thy holy mind, 
 
 Then I shall love both friends and foes, 
 And learn to grieve o'er others' woes, 
 
 Like Thee, my Pattern, true and kind. 
 
 The light and strength of Faith, oh grant, 
 
 That I may bring forth holy fruit, 
 A living branch, a blooming plant, 
 
 Fast clinging to my vine my root :
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Thou art my Saviour, whom I trust, 
 My Rock, I build not on the dust, 
 The ground of faith, eternal, sure. 
 
 When hours of doubt o'ercloud my mind, 
 
 Thy ready help then let me find, 
 Thy strength my sickening spirit cure ! 
 
 And grant that Hope may never fail, 
 
 But anchor'd safely on Thy cross, 
 Through Thee who art mine All, prevail 
 
 O'er every anguish, dread, and loss. 
 The world may build on what decays, 
 O Christ, my Sun of Hope, my gaze 
 Cares not o'er lesser lights to range ; 
 
 To Thee in love I ever cleave, 
 
 For well I know Thou ne'er wilt leave 
 My soul, Thy love can never change. 
 
 Wouldst Thou that I should tarry here, 
 
 I live because Thou wiliest it ; 
 Or Death should suddenly appear, 
 
 I shall not fear him, Lord, one whit, 
 If but Thy life still in me live, 
 If but Thy death my strength shall give, 
 When earthly life draws near its end ; 
 
 To Thee I give away my will, 
 
 In life and death remembering still 
 Thou wilt my good, O truest Friend. 
 
 STNOLD.
 
 Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter 
 into the kingdom of Heaven. 
 
 Matt, xviii. 3. 
 
 EAR Soul, couldst thou become a child 
 While yet on earth, meek, undefiled, 
 Then God Himself were ever near, 
 And Paradise around thee here. 
 
 A child cares nought for gold or treasure, 
 Nor fame nor glory yield him pleasure ; 
 In perfect trust, he asketh not 
 If rich or poor shall be his lot. 
 
 Little he recks of dignity, 
 Nor prince nor monarch feareth he ; 
 Strange that a child so weak and small 
 Is oft the boldest of us all ! 
 
 He hath not skill to utter lies, 
 His very soul is in his eyes ; 
 Single his aim in all, and true, 
 And apt to praise what others do. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
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 No questions dark his spirit vex, 
 No faithless doubts his soul perplex, 
 Simply from day to day he lives, 
 Content with what the present gives. 
 
 Scarce can he stand alone, far less 
 Would roam abroad in loneliness ; 
 Fast clinging to his mother still, 
 She bears and leads him at her will. 
 
 He will not stay to pause and choose, 
 His father's guidance e'er refuse, 
 Thinks not of danger, fears no harm, 
 Wrapt in obedience' holy calm. 
 
 For strange concerns he careth nought ; 
 What others do, although were wrought 
 Before his eyes the worst offence, 
 Stains not his tranquil innocence. 
 
 His dearest work, his best delight, 
 Is, lying in his mother's sight, 
 To gaze for ever on her face, 
 And nestle in her fond embrace. 
 
 O childhood's innocence ! the voice 
 Of thy deep wisdom is my choice ! 
 Who hath thy lore is truly wise, 
 And precious in our Father's eyes. 
 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Spirit of childhood ! loved of God, 
 By Jesu's Spirit now bestow'd ; 
 How often have I long'd for thee ; 
 O Jesus, form Thyself in me ! 
 
 And help me to become a child 
 While yet on earth, meek, undefiled, 
 That I may find God always near, 
 And Paradise around me here. 
 
 GEBHABDT TEfiSTEEGEH. 
 
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 SUNDAY AFTEB CHRISTMAS-DAY. 
 
 Behold, a Virgin sJiall be -with child, and shall 
 bring forth a Son, and they shall call his 
 name Emmanuel, which being interpreted 
 is, God with us. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 HKKj O Immanuel, we praise, 
 1'he Prince of Life, and Fount of Grace, 
 The Morning Star, the Heavenly Flower, 
 The Virgin's Son, the Lord of Power. 
 
 With all Thy saints, Thee, Lord, we sing, 
 Praise, honour, thanks to Thee we bring, 
 That Thou, O long-expected guest, 
 Hast come at last to make us blest ! 
 
 Since first the world began to be, 
 How many a heart hath long'd for Thee ; 
 Long years our fathers hoped of old 
 Their eyes might yet Thy Light behold : 
 
 The prophets cried; "Ah, would He came 
 To break the fetters of our shame ; 
 That help from Zion came to men, 
 Israel were glad, and prosper' d then ! "
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Now art Thou here ; we know Thee now, 
 In lowly manger liest Thou ; 
 A child, yet makest all things great, 
 Poor, yet is earth Thy robe of state. 
 
 From Thee alone all gladness flows, 
 Who yet shalt bear such bitter woes ; 
 Earth's light and comfort Thou shalt be, 
 Yet none shall watch to comfort Thee. 
 
 All heavens are Thine, yet Thou dost come 
 To sojourn in a stranger's home ; 
 Thou hangest on Thy mother's breast 
 Who art the joy of spirits blest. 
 
 Now fearless I can look on Thee, 
 From sin and grief Thou sett'st me free ; 
 Thou bearest wrath, Thou conquerest Death, 
 Fear turns to joy Thy glance beneath. 
 
 Thou art my Head, my Lord Divine, 
 I am Thy member, wholly Thine, 
 And in Thy Spirit's strength would still 
 Serve Thee according to Thy will. 
 
 Thus will I sing Thy praises here 
 With joyful spirit year by year ; 
 And they shall sound before Thy throne, 
 Where time nor number more are known. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 
 
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 Circumcision jof (Cjmst. 
 
 HYMN FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY. 
 
 So teach us to number our days, that we mav apply our hearts unto 
 
 wisdom. Psalm xc. 12. 
 
 ETERNITY ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 And yet to thee Time hastes away, 
 Like as the warhorse to the fray, 
 Or swift as couriers homeward go, 
 Or ship to port, or shaft from bow. 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity ! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 For even as on a perfect sphere 
 End nor beginning can appear, 
 Even so, Eternity, in thee 
 Entrance nor exit can there be. 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity ! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 
 A circle infinite art thou, 
 
 Thy centre an Eternal Now, 
 
 Never, we name thy outer bound, 
 
 For never end therein is found. 
 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity ! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 
 A little bird with fretting beak 
 
 Might wear to nought the loftiest peak, 
 
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 Though but each thousand years it came, 
 Yet thou wert then, as now, the same. 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity !
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity! 
 
 As long as God is God, so long 
 
 Endure the pains of sin and wrong, 
 
 So long the joys of heaven remain ; 
 
 Oh lasting joy, Oh lasting pain ! 
 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity ! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 
 O Man, full oft thy thoughts should dwell 
 
 Upon the pains of sin and hell, 
 
 And on the glories of the pure, 
 
 That both beyond all time endure. 
 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 
 How terrible art thou in woe, 
 
 How fair where joys for ever glow ! 
 
 God's goodness sheddeth gladness here, 
 
 His justice there wakes bitter fear. 
 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 
 They who lived poor and naked rest 
 
 With God, for ever rich and blest, 
 
 And love and praise the Highest Good, 
 
 In perfect bliss and gladsome mood. 
 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity !
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 A moment lasts all joy below, 
 Whereby man sinks to endless woe, 
 A moment lasts all earthly pain, 
 Whereby an endless joy we gain. 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity ! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 
 Who ponders oft on thee, is wise, 
 
 All fleshly lusts will he despise, 
 
 The world finds place with him no more ; 
 
 The love of vain delights is o'er. 
 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity ! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 
 Who marks thee well would say to God, 
 
 Here judge, burn, smite me with Thy rod, 
 
 Here let me all Thy justice bear, 
 
 When time of grace is past, then spare ! 
 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity ! 
 
 Eternity ! Eternity ! 
 
 How long art thou, Eternity ! 
 
 Lo, I, Eternity, warn thee, 
 
 O Man, that oft thou think on me, 
 
 The sinner's punishment and pain, 
 
 To them who love their God, rich gain ! 
 
 Ponder, O Man, Eternity ! 
 
 WULFFF.R. 1648.
 
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 EPIPHANY. 
 
 Arise, shine, for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen 
 upon thee! From the Lesson. 
 
 ye Gentile lands awake ! 
 
 Thou, O Salem, rise and shine ! 
 See the day-spring o'er you break, 
 Heralding a morn divine, 
 Telling, God hath callM to mind 
 Those who long in darkness pined. 
 
 Lo ! the shadows flee away, 
 
 For our Light is come at length, 
 
 Brighter than all earthly day, 
 
 Source of being, life, and strength ! 
 
 Whoso on this Light would gaze 
 
 Must forsake all evil wavs.
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Ah how blindly did we stray 
 
 Ere shone forth this glorious Sun, 
 
 Seeking each his separate way, 
 
 Leaving Heaven, unsought, unwon ; 
 
 All our looks were earthward bent, 
 
 All our strength on earth was spent. 
 
 Earthly were our thoughts and low, 
 In the toils of Folly caught, 
 
 Toss'd of Satan to and fro, 
 
 Counting goodness all for nought ; 
 
 By the world and flesh deceived, 
 
 Heaven's true joys we disbelieved. 
 
 Then were hidden from our eyes 
 All the law and grace of God ; 
 
 Rich and poor, the fools and wise, 
 Wanting light to find the road 
 
 Leading to the heavenly life, 
 
 Wander'd lost in care and strife. 
 
 But the glory of the Lord 
 Hath arisen on us to-day, 
 
 We have seen the light outpour' d 
 That must surely drive away 
 
 All things that to night belong, 
 
 All the sad earth's woe and wrong. 
 
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 LYRA GERM A NIC A. 
 
 Thy arising, Lord, shall fill 
 
 All my thoughts in sorrow's hour; 
 
 Thy arising, Lord, shall still 
 
 All my dread of Death's dark power: 
 
 Through my smiles and through my tears 
 
 Still Thy light, O Lord, appears. 
 
 Let me, Lord, in peace depart 
 From this evil world to Thee ; 
 
 Where Thyself sole Brightness art, 
 Thou hast kept a place for me : 
 
 In the shining city there 
 
 Crowns of light Thy saints shall wear.
 
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 7 beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present 
 yotir bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable nnto God, which is 
 vonr reasonable swift: From the Epistle. 
 
 High-priest, who deign'dst to be 
 Once the sacrifice for me, 
 
 Take this living heart of mine, 
 
 Lay it on Thy holy shrine. 
 
 OVH * know accepteth nought, 
 
 Save what Thou, O Love, hast wrought : 
 Offer Thou my sacrifice, 
 Else to God it cannot rise. 
 
 i|_, AY i ]1 me the wayward will, 
 w Earthly sense and passion kill, 
 
 Tear self-love from out my heart, 
 
 Though it cost me bitter smart. 
 
 Mighty Love, the pyre, 
 L Quick consume me in Thy fire, 
 Eain were I of self bereft, 
 Nought but Thee within me left. 
 
 10 MAY Grod, the Righteous, brook 
 
 P On my sacrifice to look ; 
 In whose sight no gift has worth 
 Save a Christ-like life on earth. 
 
 ANGF.I.US. 
 
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 v 
 
 .HCOHG SlJNGAY 
 
 AFTER EPJPHAHY. 
 
 I FT up your eyes unto the heavens, and look 
 upon the earth beneath ; for the heavens 
 shall vanish a-way like smoke, and the earth 
 shall wax old like a garment, and the 
 people that dwell therein shall die in like 
 manner ; but my salvation shall be for ever, 
 D and my righteousness shall not be abolished. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 liveth ever ! 
 
 Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never ! 
 
 Our God is good, in every place 
 His love is known, His help is found, 
 His mighty arm, and tender grace 
 
 y Bring good from ills that hem us round ; 
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 Easier than we think can He 
 
 $ Turn to joy our agony; 
 
 Soul, remember 'mid thy pains, 
 God o'er all for ever reigns. 
 
 God liveth ever ! 
 
 Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never ! 
 Say, shall He slumber, shall He sleep, 
 Who gave the eye its power to see ? 
 Shall He not hear His children weep 
 
 Who made the ear so wondrously ? 
 
 God is God ; He sees and hears 
 
 All their troubles, all their tears. 
 
 Soul, forget not 'mid thy pains, 
 
 God o'er all for ever reigns. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 God liveth ever! 
 
 Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never ! 
 He who can earth and heaven control, 
 
 Who spreads the clouds o'er sea and land, 
 Whose presence fills the mighty Whole, 
 In each true heart is close at hand ; 
 Love Him, He will surely send 
 Help and joy that never end. 
 Soul, remember in thy pains, 
 God o'er all for ever reigns. 
 
 God liveth ever ! 
 
 Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never ! 
 Scarce canst thou bear thy cross ? Then fly- 
 
 To Him where only rest is sweet ; 
 Thy God is great, His mercy nigh, 
 
 His strength upholds the tottering feet ; 
 Trust Him, for His grace is sure, 
 Ever doth His truth endure ; 
 Soul, forget not in thy pains, 
 God o'er all for ever reigns. 
 
 God liveth ever ! 
 
 Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never ! 
 When sins and follies long forgot 
 
 Upon thy tortured conscience prey, 
 Oh come to God, and fear Him not, 
 His love shall sweep them all away ; 
 Pains of hell at look of His, 
 Change to calm content and bliss. 
 Soul, remember in thy pains, 
 God o'er all for ever reigns. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 God liveth ever ! 
 
 Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never ! 
 Those whom the thoughtless world forsakes, 
 
 Who stand bewilder'd with their woe, 
 God gently to His bosom takes, 
 
 And bids them all His fulness know ; 
 In thy sorrows' swelling flood 
 Own His hand who seeks thy good. 
 Soul, forget not in thy pains, 
 God o'er all for ever reigns. 
 
 God liveth ever ! 
 
 Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never ! 
 Let earth and heaven outworn with age, 
 Sink to the chaos whence they came ; 
 Let angry foes against us rage, 
 
 Let hell shoot forth his fiercest flame ; 
 Fear not Death, nor Satan's thrusts, 
 God defends who in Him trusts ; 
 Soul, remember in thy pains, 
 God o'er all for ever reigns. 
 
 God liveth ever ! 
 
 Wherefore, Soul, despair thou never ! 
 What though thou tread with bleeding feet 
 
 A thorny path of grief and gloom, 
 Thy God will choose the way most meet 
 To lead thee heavenwards, lead thee home. 
 For this life's long night of sadness 
 He will give thee peace and gladness ; 
 Soul, remember in thy pains, 
 God o'er all for ever reigns. 
 
 ZIHN. 1682. 
 
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 J''or as the rain coineth down, and the snmv from heaven ; and relnrneth 
 not thither, but watereth the earth, and makelh it bring forth and bud, 
 that it may give seed to the smver, and bread to the eater ; so 
 -* 2f\ shall my word be that goeth forth out of my month : if shall 
 not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which 
 1 please, ai:i1 it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
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 Word, O Lord, like gentle dews, 
 Falls soft on hearts that pine ; 
 Lord, to Thy garden ne'er refuse 
 This heavenly balm of Thine. 
 Water'd from Thee 
 Let every tree 
 
 Bud forth and blossom to Thy praise, 
 And bear much fruit in after days. 
 
 Thy word is like a flaming sword, 
 
 A wedge that cleaveth stone ; 
 Keen as a fire so burns Thy Word, 
 
 And pierceth flesh and bone. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Oh send it forth 
 
 O'er all the earth, 
 To shatter all the might of sin, 
 The darken'd heart to cleanse and win. 
 
 Thy Word a wondrous guiding star, 
 
 On pilgrim hearts doth rise, 
 Leads to their Lord who dwell afar, 
 And makes the simple wise. 
 Let not its light 
 E'er sink in night, 
 But still in every spirit shine, 
 That none may miss Thy light divine. 
 
 ANON.
 
 And He saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye 
 of little faith ? Then He arose and rebuked the winds 
 and the sea, and there was a great calm. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 GOD, lo, here before Thy face 
 I cast me in the dust ; 
 Where is the hope of happier days, 
 
 Where is my wonted trust ? 
 Where are the sunny hours I had 
 
 Ere of Thy light bereft? 
 Vanish'd is all that made me glad, 
 My pain alone is left. 
 
 I shrink with fear and sore alarm 
 
 When threatening ills I see, 
 As though in time of need Thine arm 
 
 No more could shelter me ;
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 As though Thou couldst not see the griet 
 
 That makes my courage quail, 
 As though Thou wouldst not send relief, 
 
 When human helpers fail. 
 
 Cannot Thy might avert e'en now 
 
 What seems my certain doom, 
 And still with light and succour bow 
 
 To him who weeps in gloom ? 
 Art Thou not evermore the same ? 
 
 And hast not Thou revealed 
 That Thou wilt be our strength, Thy Name 
 
 Our tower of hope, our shield 1 
 
 Father, compass me about 
 With love, for I am weak ; 
 
 Forgive, forgive my sinful doubt, 
 
 Thy pitying glance I seek ; 
 For torn and anguish'd is my heart, 
 
 Thou seest it, my God, 
 Oh soothe my conscience' bitter smart, 
 
 Lift off my sorrows' load. 
 
 1 know that I am in Thy hands, 
 Whose thoughts are peace toward me, 
 
 That ever sure Thy counsel stands, 
 
 Could I but build on Thee ! 
 I know that Thou wilt give me all 
 
 That Thou hast promised, Lord ; 
 Here will I cling, nor yield, nor fall, 
 
 I live but by Thy Word. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Though mountains crumble into dust, 
 
 Thy covenant stand eth fast ; 
 Who follows Thee in pious trust 
 
 Shall reach the goal at last. 
 Though strange and winding seem the way 
 
 While yet on earth I dwell, 
 In heaven my heart shall gladly say, 
 
 Thou, God, dost all things well ! 
 
 Take courage then, my soul, nor steep 
 
 Thy days and nights in tears, 
 Thou soon shalt cease to mourn and weep, 
 
 Though dark are now thy fears. 
 He comes, He comes, the Strong to save, 
 
 He comes nor tarries more, 
 His light is breaking o'er the wave, 
 
 The clouds and storms are o'er ! 
 
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 FJFTH SUNDAY 
 AFTER EPIPHANY. 
 
 Oh tliat Thou wouldest rend the heavens, that Thou -wouUest 
 come down, that the mountains might flow down at Thy 
 presence . . . To make Thy name known to Thine adver- 
 saries, that the nations may tremble at Thy 
 Presence. From the Lesson 
 
 Thou Spirit, who of old 
 Didst fire the watchmen of 
 the Church's youth, 
 Who faced the foe, unshrinking, bold, 
 Who witness'd day and night the eternal 
 
 truth, 
 Whose voices through the world are ringing 
 
 still, 
 
 And bringing hosts to know and do Thy 
 will! 
 
 Oh that Thy fire were kindled soon, 
 That swift from land to land its flame might 
 
 leap ! 
 
 Lord, give us but this priceless boon 
 Of faithful servants, fit for Thee to reap 
 The harvest of the soul ; look down and view 
 How great the harvest, yet the labourers 
 few. 
 
 Lord, let our earnest prayer be heard, 
 The prayer Thy Son Himself hath bid us pray ; 
 For, lo ! Thy children's hearts are stirr'd 
 
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 a -a 
 
 L Y R A G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 In every land in this our darkening day, 
 To cry for help with fervent soul to Thee ; 
 Oh hear us, Lord, and speak, Thus let it be ! 
 
 Oh haste to help ere we are lost ! 
 Send forth evangelists, in spirit strong, 
 
 Arm'd with Thy Word, a dauntless host, 
 Bold to attack the rule of ancient wrong, 
 And let them all the earth for Thee reclaim, 
 To be Thy kingdom, and to know Thy name. 
 
 Would there were help within our walls ! 
 Oh let Thy promised Spirit come again, 
 
 Before whom every barrier falls, 
 And ere the night once more shine forth as then ! 
 Oh rend the heavens and make Thy presence felt, 
 The chains that bind us at Thy touch would melt ! 
 
 And let Thy Word have speedy course, 
 Through every land the truth be glorified, 
 
 Till all the heathen know its force, 
 And gather to Thy churches far and wide ; 
 And waken Israel from her sleep, O Lord ! 
 Thus bless and spread the conquests of Thy Word ! 
 
 The Church's desert paths restore, 
 That stumbling blocks which long in them have lain, 
 
 May hinder now Thy Word no more ; 
 Destroy false doctrine, root out notions vain, 
 Set free from hirelings, let the Church and school 
 Bloom as a garden 'neath Thy prospering rule ! 
 
 BOGATZKV. 1727.
 
 Sistjr Suitimg ate 
 
 VERY man that hath this hope in him 
 purifieth himself even as He is pure. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 Essence ! Spotless Fount of Light, 
 
 That fadeth never into dark ! 
 O Thou, whose eyes more clear and bright 
 
 Than noonday sun are quick to mark 
 Our sins ; lo, bare before Thy face 
 Lies all the desert of my heart, 
 My once fair soul in every part 
 Now stain'd with evil foul and base. 
 
 Since but the pure in heart are blest 
 
 With promised vision of their God, 
 Sore fear and anguish fill my breast, 
 
 Rememb'ring all the ways I trod ; 
 Mourning I see my lost estate, 
 
 And yet in faith I dare to cry, 
 
 Oh let my evil nature die, 
 , Another heart in me create ! 
 
 ]> Enough, Lord, that my foe too well 
 Hath lured me once away from Thee 
 
 Henceforth I know his craft how fell, 
 And all his deep-laid snares I flee. 
 
 Lord, through the Spirit whom Thy Son 
 Hath bidden us in prayer to ask, 
 Arm us with might that every task, 
 
 Whate'er we do, in Thee be done. 
 
 4
 
 a 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Unworthy am I of Thy grace, 
 
 So deep are my transgressions, Lord, 
 
 And yet once more I seek Thy face ; 
 My God, have mercy, nor reward 
 
 My sins and follies, dark and vain ; 
 Reject, reject me not in wrath, 
 But let Thy sunshine now beam forth, 
 
 And quicken me with hope again. 
 
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 a a 
 
 LYRA GERM A NIC A. 
 
 The Holy Spirit Thou hast given, 
 The wondrous pledge of love divine, 
 
 Who fills our hearts with joys of heaven, 
 And bids us earthly joys resign ; 
 
 Oh let His seal be on my heart, 
 Oh take Him nevermore away, 
 Until this fleshly house decay, 
 
 And Thou shalt bid me hence depart. 
 
 But ah ! my coward spirit droops, 
 Sick with the fear that enters in 
 
 Whene'er a soul to bondage stoops, 
 And wears the shameful yoke of sin ; 
 
 Oh quicken with the strength that flows 
 From out the Eternal Fount of Life, 
 My soul half-fainting in the strife, 
 
 And make an end of all my woes. 
 
 I cling unto Thy grace alone, 
 Thy steadfast oath my only rest ; 
 
 To Thee, Heart-searcher, all is known 
 That lieth hidden in my breast ; 
 
 Thy joy, O Spirit, on me pour, 
 Thy fervent will my sloth inspire, 
 So shall I have my heart's desire, 
 
 And serve and praise Thee evermore. 
 
 FREYUHGHAHSEM 
 
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 unoau. 
 
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 / therefore so run, not as uncertainly ; so 
 fight I, not as one that beateth the air. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 THIVH when thou art call'd of God, 
 
 When He draws thee by his grace, 
 Strive to cast away the load 
 
 That would clog thee in the race ! 
 
 Fight, though it may cost thy life ; 
 
 Storm the kingdom, but prevail ; 
 Let not Satan's fiercest strife 
 
 Make thee, warrior, faint or quail. 
 
 Wrestle, till through every vein 
 
 Love and strength are glowing warm, 
 
 Love that can the world disdain, 
 Half-love will not bide the storm. 
 
 Wrestle with strong prayers and cries, 
 Think no time too much to spend, 
 
 Though the night be pass'd in sighs, 
 Though all day thy voice ascend. 
 
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 a 
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Hast thou won the pearl of price, 
 
 Think not thou hast reach'd the goal, 
 
 Conquer'd every sin and vice 
 
 That had power to harm thy soul. 
 
 Gaze with mingled joy and fear 
 On the refuge thou hast found ; 
 
 Know, while yet we linger here 
 Perils ever hem us round. 
 
 Art thou faithful ? then oppose 
 
 Sin and wrong with all thy might ; 
 
 Care not how the tempest blows, 
 Only care to win the fight. 
 
 Art thou faithful ? Wake and watch, 
 Love with all thy heart Christ's ways, 
 
 Seek not transient ease to snatch, 
 Look not for reward or praise. 
 
 Art thou faithful ? Stand apart 
 
 From all worldly hope and pleasure, 
 
 Yonder fix thy hopes and heart, 
 
 On the heaven where lies our treasure. 
 
 Soldiers of the Cross, be strong, 
 Watch and war 'mid fear and pain, 
 
 Daily conquering woe and wrong, 
 Till our King o'er earth shall reign ! 
 
 WlNKLER. 1703. 
 
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 -a 
 
 OTHJNG fair on earth I see 
 But I straightway think on Thee ; 
 Thou art fairest in mine eyes, 
 Source in whom all beauty lies ! 
 
 When the golden sun forth goes, 
 And the east before him glows, 
 Quickly turns this heart of mine 
 To Thy heavenly form divine. 
 
 On Thy light I think at morn, 
 With the earliest break of dawn ; 
 Ah, what glories lie in Thee, 
 Light of all Eternity ! 
 
 When I watch the moon arise 
 'Mid Heaven's thousand golden eyes, 
 Then I think, more glorious far 
 Is the Maker of yon star. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Or I cry in spring's sweet hours, 
 When the fields are gay with flowers, 
 As their varied hues I see, 
 What must their Creator be ! 
 
 When along the brook I wander, 
 Or beside the fountain ponder, 
 Straight my thoughts take wing and 
 
 mount 
 Up to Thee, the purest Fount. 
 
 Sweetly sings the nightingale, 
 Sweet the flute's soft plaintive tale, 
 Sweeter than their richest tone, 
 Is the name of Mary's Son. 
 
 Sweetly all the air is stirr'd 
 When the Echo's call is heard ; 
 But no sounds my heart rejoice 
 Like to my Beloved's voice. 
 
 Come then, fairest Lord, appear, 
 Come, let me behold Thee here, 
 I would see Thee face to face, 
 On Thy proper light would gaze. 
 
 Take away these veils that blind, 
 Jesus, all my soul and mind ; 
 Henceforth ever let my heart 
 See Thee truly as Thou art ! 
 
 ANGELUS. 1657. 
 
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 And n<no abideth faith, hope, charity, these three ; 
 but the greatest of these is charity. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 a gift did Christ impart, 
 Noblest of them all is Love ; 
 Love, a balm within the heart 
 That can all its pains remove ; 
 Love, a star most bright and pure 
 Love, a gem of priceless worth, 
 Richer than man knows on earth; 
 Love, like beauty, strong to lure ; 
 Love, like joy, makes man her thrall, 
 Strong to please and conquer all. 
 
 Love can give us all things ; here 
 
 Use and beauty cannot sever ; 
 Love can raise us to that sphere 
 
 Whence the soul tends heavenwards ever ; 
 Though one speak with angel tongues 
 
 Bravest words of strength and fire, 
 
 If no love his heart inspire, 
 They are but as fleeting songs ; 
 
 All his eloquence shall pass, 
 
 As the noise of sounding brass. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Science with her keen-eyed glance, 
 All the wisdom of the world, 
 
 Mysteries that the soul entrance, 
 Faith that mighty hills had hurl'd 
 
 From their ancient seats; all this, 
 Wherein man takes most his pride, 
 Valueless is cast aside, 
 
 If the spirit there we miss, 
 
 That can work from love alone, 
 Not from pride in what is known. 
 
 Though I lavish'd all I have 
 
 On the poor in charity ; 
 Though I shrank not from the grave, 
 
 Or unmoved the stake could see ; 
 Though my body here were given 
 
 To the all-consuming flame ; 
 
 If my mind were still the same, 
 Meeter were I not for heaven, 
 
 Till by Love my works were crown'd, 
 
 Till in Love my strength were found. 
 
 Faith must conquer, Hope must bloom, 
 As our onward path we wend, 
 
 Else we came not through the gloom, 
 But with earth they also end : 
 
 Thou, O Love, doth stretch afar 
 Through the wide eternity, 
 And the soul array'd in Thee 
 
 Shines for ever as a star. 
 
 Faith and Hope must pass away, 
 Thou, O Love, endurest aye.
 
 Come, thou Spirit of pure Love, 
 Who dost forth from God proceed, 
 
 Never from my heart remove, 
 Let me all Thy impulse heed ; 
 
 All that seeks self-profit first, 
 Rather than another's good, 
 Whether foe or link'd in blood, 
 
 Let me hold such thought accurst ; 
 And my heart henceforward be 
 Ruled, inspired, O Love, by thee ! 
 ERNST LANGE. 
 
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 171 1. 
 
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 QtHHQHASEBlMA SuNQAV. 
 
 And Jesus said unto him, Receive thy sight ; thy faith hath saved thee. 
 And immediately he received his sight, and followed him, glorifying God. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 '\/ Saviour, what Thou didst of old, 
 *- When thou wast dwelling here, 
 Thou doest yet for them, who bold 
 
 In faith to Thee draw near. 
 As thou hadst pity on the blind, 
 
 According to Thy Word, 
 Thou sufferedst me Thy grace to find, 
 Thy Light hast on me pour'd. 
 
 Mourning I sat beside the way, 
 
 In sightless gloom apart, 
 And sadness heavy on me lay, 
 
 And longing gnaw'd my heart ; 
 I heard the music of the psalms 
 
 Thy people sang to Thee, 
 I felt the waving of their palms, 
 
 And yet I could not see. 
 
 My pain grew more than I could bear, 
 
 Too keen my grief became, 
 Then I took heart in my despair 
 
 To call upon Thy name ; 
 " O Son of David, save and heal, 
 
 As Thou so oft hast done ! 
 O dearest Jesus, let me feel 
 
 My load of darkness gone." 
 
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 c& 
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 And ever weeping as I spoke 
 With bitter prayers and sighs, 
 
 My stony heart grew soft and broke, 
 More earnest yet my cries. 
 
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 a -- -a 
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 A sudden answer still'd my fear, 
 
 For it was said to me, 
 " O poor blind man, be of good cheer, 
 
 Rejoice, He calleth thee." 
 
 \ 
 I felt, Lord, that Thou stoodest still, 
 
 Groping Thy feet I sought, 
 From off me fell my old self-will, 
 
 A change came o'er my thought 
 Thou saidst, "What is it thou wouldst have?' 
 
 " Lord, that I might have sight ; 
 To see Thy countenance I crave : " 
 
 "So be it, have thou Light." 
 
 And words of Thine can never fail, 
 
 My fears are past and o'er; 
 My soul is glad with light, .the veil 
 
 Is on my heart no more. 
 Thou blessest me, and forth I fare 
 
 Free from my old disgrace, 
 And follow on with joy where'er 
 
 Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace. 
 
 DE LA MOTHE FOQUE'.
 
 ASH WEDNESDAY. 
 
 Gather the people . . and let the priests, the 
 ministers of the Lord, -weep between the porch 
 and the altar, and let them say, Spare Thy 
 people, O Lord. 
 
 From the Passage for the Epistle. 
 
 in anger smite us, Lord, 
 Spare Thy people, spare ! 
 If Thou mete us due reward 
 We must all despair. 
 Let the flood 
 Of Jesus' blood 
 
 Quench the flaming of Thy wrath, 
 That our sin enkindled hath. 
 
 Father ! Thou hast patience long 
 
 With the sick and weak ; 
 Heal us, make us brave and strong, 
 Words of comfort speak. 
 Touch my soul, 
 And make me whole 
 With Thy healing precious balm ; 
 Ward off all would bring me harm. 
 
 Weary am I, Lord, and worn 
 
 With my ceaseless pain ; 
 Sad the heart that night and morn 
 
 Sighs for help in vain. 
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Wilt Thou yet 
 
 My soul forget, 
 Waiting anxiously for Thee 
 In the cave of misery] 
 
 Hence, ye foes ! God hears my prayer 
 
 From His holy place ; 
 Once again with hope I dare 
 Come before His face. 
 Satan flee, 
 Hell touch not me ; 
 God hath given me power o'er all, 
 Who once mock'd and sought my fall. 
 
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 f ALBIHOS. ' 

 
 FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. 
 
 Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness 
 to be tempted of the devil. And he fasted forty 
 days and forty nights. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 M 
 
 When shall I find some respite, some relief 
 From this unsleeping pain, this haunting grief] 
 
 The joyful sun another morning brings, 
 
 I only wake to feel care's piercing stings ; 
 
 The soft moon comes with silent night and sleep, 
 
 And bringeth nought to me but time to weep. 
 
 My heart and conscience sorely wounded lie, 
 Struck by the arrows of Thy wrath, Most High ! 
 From morn till eventide where'er I flee, 
 I find no hiding-place, great God, from Thee ! 
 
 O Lord, be not so strict to mark my crimes ! 
 Great 'God, dost thou remember yet those times 
 Of foolish thoughtlessness, when blind and young 
 My heart to vain delights of earth still clung? 
 
 Wilt Thou then alway bear my sins in mind 1 
 What offering, what atonement can I find ! 
 Nought have I of mine own but sin and wrong, 
 But love and mercy, Lord, to Thee belong ! 
 
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 a : a 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Oh therefore leave me not the wretched prey 
 
 Of those who seek to take my life away ! 
 
 Yet though with streaming eyes to Thee I cry, 
 
 No answering voice comes from Thy throne on high. 
 
 Vain are my tears and prayers, vain all my woe, 
 While Thou dost fight against me as a foe ; 
 The zeal of Thy just anger and Thy might 
 Have plunged my soul in blackest depths of night. 
 
 I sit alone ; with tears I bathe my cheeks, 
 With bitter sighs and groans my spirit seeks 
 For Him, who veils behind the clouds His face, 
 And hears not, as of old in happier clays. 
 
 Oh that I had a dove's swift wings ! I'd fly 
 Away to some far mountain lone and high, 
 Yet could I not escape His mighty hand 
 Before whom all things bare and open stand. 
 
 Nay, rather let me suffer all His will, 
 Though His fierce anger beat upon me still, 
 A willing heart and patient mind, O God ! 
 I bring to Thy severe but righteous rod. 
 
 Much have I sinn'd, I perish utterly 
 
 If my misdeeds be all avenged of Thee ; 
 
 Yet, Lord of Hosts, doth not thy Word proclaim, 
 
 The Merciful is Thy most glorious name ! 
 
 RAISNER. 1678. 
 
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 SECOHQ SUNDAY IN LENT. 
 
 And the disciples said, Send her away, for she crieth after tis ; . . . 
 But He said, Great is thy faith, be it unto thee even as thou wilt. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 mnot let Thee go ; Thou Help in time 
 of need ! 
 Heap ill on ill 
 I trust Thee still, 
 E'en when it seems that thou wouldst slay indeed ! 
 Do as Thou wilt with me, 
 I yet will cling to Thee, 
 
 Hide Thou Thy face, yet, Help in time of need, 
 I will not let Thee go ! 
 
 _ . * 
 
 I THf 1^4*4 not let Thee go : should I forsake my bliss 1 
 4. 
 
 No, Lord, Thou'rt mine, 
 
 And I am Thine, 
 
 Thee will I hold when all things else I miss. 
 
 Though dark and sad the night, 
 
 Joy cometh with Thy light, 
 
 O Thou my Sun ; should I forsake my bliss 1 
 
 I will not let Thee go ! 
 
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 I Wjl4l4 not let Thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord ! 
 Not Death can tear 
 Me from His care, 
 
 Who for my sake His soul in death outpour'd. 
 Thou diedst for love to me, 
 I say in love to Thee, 
 
 E'en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, 
 my Lord, 
 
 I will not let Thee go ! 
 
 DESZLER. 1692.
 
 Awake, thou that steepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall 
 give thee light. From the Epistle. 
 
 f t O man, and from thee shake 
 This heavy sleep of sin ! 
 Soon shall the Highest vengeance take, 
 Soon shall His wrath begin 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 To smite the wretched sinner home ; 
 
 In awful terrors He shall come, 
 To mete to all on earth their due reward, 
 Only the righteous spares our angry Lord. 
 
 Come then, ye sinners, great and small, 
 
 Weeping and mourning sore, 
 Low down before His footstool fall, 
 
 And vow to sin no more. 
 In faith and godliness array 
 Your souls against that final day, 
 So shall ye 'scape His wrath, and blessed die, 
 Heirs of the kingdom with your Lord on high. 
 
 Oh lay to heart this wondrous thought, 
 
 Through what sore agony 
 And death was your redemption bought, 
 
 And to your Saviour flee 
 Ere yet too late ; the world disown, 
 And fix your love on Christ alone, 
 And do His- will ; for at the final doom, 
 Those who dishonour'd Him shall wrath consume. 
 
 Turn Thou us, and we shall be turn'd ; 
 
 Thou broughtest back of old 
 Thy straying people, when they yearn' d 
 
 After their proper fold : 
 Even so forgive what we have done, 
 Accept us in Thy blessed Son, 
 And let Thy Holy Spirit be our guide, 
 That we may spread Thy praises far and wide ! 
 
 CRASSELIUS. 1697. 
 
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 Grant, we beseech Thee, Almighty God, that we, who for our mil deeds do 
 worthily deserve to be punished, by the comfort of Thy grace may 
 mercifully be relieved} throiigh our Lord and Saviour, jfesus Christ. 
 
 From the Collect. 
 
 O my God, I cast me at Thy feet, 
 Ready to suffer what Thou thinkest meet ; 
 Yet look on me, great God, with pitying eyes, 
 Reward me not for mine iniquities ! 
 
 Too oft, alas ! my heart hath loved to stray 
 Downward along Sin's broad and easy way; 
 And worldly pride and carnal lusts most foul 
 Were shameless cherish'd in my inmost soul. 
 
 Thy Majesty have I offended, Lord, 
 
 And set at nought Thy law, Thy holy Word ; 
 
 I had not learnt Thy righteous wrath to dread, 
 
 Nor saw the vengeance gathering o'er my head. 
 v 
 
 wretched man, what evil have I wrought ! 
 Now in the snares of Sin a captive caught, 
 
 1 learn, O Sin, how fell and keen thy smart ! 
 O wrath of God, how terrible thou art ! 
 
 Is there no way, can I no helper find, 
 Who may these heavy chains of sin unbind I 
 Can man nor creature show me any place, 
 Where I may flee and hide me from God's face I
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Nay, I must flee to God Himself, from whom 
 Our life and help, our hope and safety come; 
 What all the world must unaccomplished leave, 
 Thou, for Thou art Almighty, canst achieve. 
 
 Think on the covenant Thou hast never broken, 
 Think on the steadfast oath Thyself hast spoken ; 
 Know that I am a God, Thy promise saith, 
 Who hath no pleasure in a sinner's death. 
 
 Then let the arms of love be round me thrown, 
 Have pity on me, hear my bitter moan, 
 Call back Thy sheep, that wandering far astray, 
 Was lost in sin, nor knew its homeward way. 
 
 Grant me to rule my inner life aright, 
 And act and speak as ever in Thy sight, 
 A friend to all true virtue, but a foe 
 To all Thou hatest, sins and follies low. 
 
 Thou Merciful ! what thanks and praise shall be 
 For Thy great goodness offer' d unto Thee, 
 As is most meet, while here my days I spend, 
 And yonder in the world that shall not end ! 
 
 A H M. 
 
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 IN LENT 
 
 O^lt of the depths have I called unto Thee, O Lord ; Lord, hear my voice. 
 If Thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss, O Lord, 
 who may abide itl Ps. cxxx. i, 3. 
 
 + tTt of the depths I cry to Thee, 
 *-* - Lord God ! oh hear my prayer ! 
 \ Incline a gracious ear to me, 
 
 And bid me not despair : 
 If Thou rememberest each misdeed, 
 If each should have its rightful meed, 
 Lord, who shall stand before Thee 1 
 
 'Tis through Thy love alone we gain 
 
 The pardon of our sin ; 
 The strictest life is but in vain, 
 
 Our works can nothing win, 
 That none should boast himself of aught, 
 But own in fear Thy grace hath wrought 
 What in him seemeth righteous.
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Wherefore my hope is in the Lord, 
 
 My works I count but dust, 
 I build not there, but on His word, 
 
 And in His goodness trust. 
 Up to His care myself I yield, 
 He is my tower, my rock, my shield, 
 And for His help I tarry. 
 
 And though it linger till the night, 
 
 And round again to morn, 
 My heart shall ne'er mistrust Thy might, 
 
 Nor count itself forlorn. 
 Do thus, O ye of Israel's seed, 
 Ye of the Spirit born indeed, 
 
 Wait for your God's appearing. 
 
 Though great our sins and sore our wounds, 
 
 And deep and dark our fall, 
 His helping mercy hath no bounds, 
 
 His love surpasseth all. 
 Our trusty loving Shepherd He, 
 Who shall at last set Israel free 
 From all their sin and sorrow. 
 
 LUTHER. 
 1524. 
 
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 And the multitudes that ^vent before, and that followed, cried, saying, 
 Hosanna to the Son of David ; Blessed is He that rometh in the name 
 of the Lord ; Hosanna in the highest. Matt. xxi. 9. 
 
 OSAHHA to the Son of David! Raise 
 Triumphal arches to His praise, 
 
 For Him prepare a throne 
 Who comes at last to Zion to His own ! 
 Strew palms around, make plain and straight the way 
 For Him who His triumphal entry holds to-day !
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Hosanna ! Welcome above all Thou art ! 
 Make ready each to lay his heart 
 
 Low down before His feet ! 
 Come, let us hasten forth our Lord to meet, 
 And bid Him enter in at Zion's gates, 
 Where thousand-voiced welcome on His coming waits. 
 
 Hosanna ! Prince of Peace and Lord of Might ! 
 We hail Thee Conqueror in the fight ! 
 
 All Thou with toil hast won, 
 Shall be our booty when the battle's done. 
 Thy right hand ever hath the rule and sway, 
 Thy kingdom standeth fast when all things else decay. 
 
 Hosanna ! best-beloved and noble Guest ! 
 Who makest us by Thy behest 
 
 Heirs of Thy realm with Thee. 
 Oh let us therefore never weary be 
 To stand and serve before Thy righteous throne, 
 We know no king but Thee, rule Thou o'er us alone ! 
 
 Hosanna ! Come, the time draws on apace, 
 We long Thy mercy to embrace ; 
 
 This servant's form can ne'er 
 Conceal the majesty Thy acts declare : 
 Too well art Thou here in Thy Zion known, 
 Who art the Son of God, and yet art David's Son.
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Hosanna ! Lord, be Thou our help and friend, 
 Thy aid to us in mercy send, 
 
 That each may bring his soul 
 An offering unto Thee, unstain'd and whole. 
 Thou wilt have none for Thy disciples, Lord, 
 But those who truly keep, not only hear Thy word. 
 
 Hosanna ! Let us in Thy footsteps tread, 
 Nor that sad Mount of Olives dread 
 
 Where we must weep and watch, 
 Until the far-off song of joy we catch 
 From Heaven our Bethphage, where we shall sing 
 Hosanna in the highest to our God and King ! 
 
 Hosanna ! Let us sound it far and wide ! 
 Enter Thou in and here abide, 
 
 Thou Blessed of the Lord ! 
 
 Why standest Thou without, why roam'st abroad I 
 Hosanna ! Make Thy home with us for ever ! 
 Thou comest, Lord ! and nought us from Thy love shall 
 sever. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 SCHMOLCK. 
 
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 weepest o'er Jerusalem, 
 Lord Jesus, bitter tears ; 
 But deepest comfort lies in them 
 For us, whose sins have fill'd our souls with fears : 
 
 Since that they tell, 
 
 When sinners turn to Thee Thou lov'st it well, 
 And surely wilt efface, of Thy unbounded grace, 
 All the misdeeds that on our conscience dwell. 
 
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 t& 
 
 LYRA GERM A NIC A. 
 
 When God's just wrath and anger burn 
 
 Against me for my sin, 
 To these sad tears of Thine I turn, 
 
 And watching them fresh hope and courage win ; 
 
 For God doth prize 
 
 These drops so greatly, that before His eyes 
 Who sprinkles o'er his soul with them is clean and whole, 
 And from his sorrows' depth new joy shall rise.- 
 
 Earth is the home of tears and woe, 
 
 Where we must often weep, 
 Fighting the world our mighty foe, 
 
 Whose enmity to Thee doth never sleep ; 
 
 My heart is torn 
 
 Afresh each day by her fierce rage and scorn, 
 But in my saddest hours, I think upon those showers 
 That tell how Thou hast all our sorrows borne. 
 
 Thou countest up my tears and sighs, 
 
 E'en were they numberless ; 
 Not one is hidden from Thine eyes, 
 Thou ne'er forgettest me in my distress, 
 
 But when they rain 
 
 Before Thee, Thou dost quickly turn again, 
 Hast pity on my woe, and makest me to know 
 What sweetest joy lies hid in sorest pain. 
 
 We sow in tears ; but let us keep 
 
 Our faith in God, and trust Him still, 
 
 Yonder our harvest we shall reap, 
 
 Where gladness every heart and voice shall fill.
 
 -a 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Such joy is there 
 
 No mortal tongue its glory can declare, 
 A joy that shall endure, unchanging deep and pure, 
 That shall be ours, if here the cross we bear. 
 
 O Christ, I thank Thee for Thy tears ; 
 
 Those tears have won for me 
 That I shall wear, through endless years, 
 A crown of joy before my God and Thee. 
 
 All weeping o'er, 
 
 Up to Thy chosen saints I once shall soar, 
 And there Thy pity praise, in more befitting lays, 
 Thou Glory of Thy Church, for evermore. 
 
 HEEEBSAHH. 
 
 1630. 
 
 -a 
 
 FOR THESE ~^&K&/ THINGS I WEEP, 
 MINE EYE RUNNETH ^ DOWN WITH WATER, 
 BECAUSE THE COMFORT THAT SHOULD RELIEVE 
 MY SOUL, IS FOR EVER FROM ME ; MY CHILDREN 
 ARE DESOLATE BECAUSE THE ENEMY PREVAILED. 
 
 Lament, i. 16. 
 
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 -
 
 TUESDAY m PASSION WEEK. 
 
 By the -which will -we are sanctified, through the offering of the 
 
 body of Jesus Christ once for all. 
 
 Heb. x. 10. 
 
 QHG1 Thy death and passion give 
 Strength and comfort at my need, 
 Every hour while here I live 
 On Thy love my soul shall feed. 
 Doth some evil thought upstart ? 
 Lo, Thy cross defends my heart, 
 Shows the peril, and I shrink 
 Back from loitering on the brink. 
 
 Doth my carnal nature yearn 
 
 After wanton joys? again 
 Quickly to Thy cross I turn, 
 
 And her voice is heard in vain. 
 Cometh strong temptation's hour, 
 When my foe puts forth his power ? 
 Shelter'd by this holy shield, 
 Soon I drive him from the field. 
 
 Would the world my steps entice 
 
 To yon wide and level road, 
 Fill'd with mirth and pleasant vice 1 
 
 Lord, I think upon the load 
 Thou didst once for me endure, 
 And I fly all thoughts impure ; 
 Thinking on Thy bitter pains, 
 Hush'd in prayer my heart remains. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Yes, Thy cross hath power to heal 
 All the wounds of sin and strife, 
 Lost in Thee my heart doth feel 
 Sudden warmth and nobler life. 
 In my saddest, darkest grief, 
 Let Thy sweetness bring relief, 
 Thou who earnest but to save, 
 Thou who fearedst not the grave ! 
 
 Lord, in Thee I place my trust, 
 
 Thou art my defence and tower; 
 Death Thou treadest in the dust, 
 
 O'er my soul he hath no power. 
 That I may have part in Thee, 
 Help and save and comfort me, 
 Give me of Thy grace and might, 
 Resurrection, life and light. 
 
 Fount of Good, within me dwell, 
 
 For the peace Thy presence sheds 
 Keeps us safe in conflict fell, 
 
 Charms the pain from dying beds. 
 Hide me close within Thine arm, 
 Where no foe can hurt or harm ; 
 Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest, 
 He hath conquer'd, he is blest. 
 
 HEERMANN. 
 
 1644. 
 
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 Now once in the end of the world hath He appeared, to put 
 
 a-cL'ar sin by the sacrifice of Himself. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 sorrow and remorse 
 Prey at my heart, to Thee 
 I look, who on the holy cross 
 Wast slain for me. 
 
 Ah Lord, Thy precious blood was spilt 
 For me, O most unworthy, 
 To take away my guilt. 
 
 Oh wonder past belief ! 
 
 Behold the Master spares 
 His servants, and sore pain and grief 
 
 For them He bears. 
 God stoopeth from His throne on high, 
 
 For me His guilty creature, 
 
 He deigns as man to die. 
 
 Though countless were the sins 
 
 That weigh'd me to the dust, 
 Christ's death for me the favour wins 
 
 Of God most just. 
 His precious blood my debts hath paid, 
 
 Of hell and all its torments 
 
 I am no more afraid. 
 
 My heart is fill'd with ruth, 
 
 Thinking on all Thou'st borne. 
 How mighty love and tender truth 
 Were crown'd with thorn. 
 In songs of thanks I'll spend my breath 
 
 For Thy sad cry, Thy sufferings, 
 
 Thy wrongs, Thy guiltless death.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Thy Passion, Lord, inspires 
 
 My spirit day by day, 
 With strength from all low dark desires 
 
 To flee away. 
 This thought I fain would cherish most, 
 
 What pain my soul's redemption 
 
 To Thee, O Saviour, cost. 
 
 Whate'er the burden be, 
 
 The cross upon me laid, 
 Or want or shame, I look to Thee, 
 
 Be Thou mine aid. 
 Give patience, give me strength to take 
 
 Thee for my bright example, 
 
 And all the world forsake. 
 
 Let me to others do, 
 
 As Thou hast done to me, 
 Love them with love unfeign'd and true, 
 
 Their servant be 
 Of willing heart, nor seek my own, 
 
 But as Thou, Lord, hast helped us, 
 
 From purest love alone. 
 
 And let Thy sorrows cheer 
 
 My soul when I depart ; 
 Give strength to cast away all fear, 
 
 And tell my heart 
 That since my trust is in Thy grace, 
 
 Thou wilt accept me yonder, 
 
 Where I shall see Thy face. 
 
 GESENIUS. 1646. 
 
 So
 
 Pilate therefore, willing to release Jesus, spake again to them. But they 
 
 cried saying, Crucify Him, crucify Him. And he said unto 
 
 them the third time, Why, what evil hath He done 1 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done, 
 That such sharp sentence from Thy judge hath won 1 ? 
 What are His crimes, and what the guilt, oh, tell 
 Wherein He fell ! 
 
 They scourge Him, crown Him with a crown of thorn, 
 They smite His face with bitter mock and scorn, 
 They give Him gall to drink, they pierce His side, 
 The Crucified ! 
 
 From head to foot was there no spot in me 
 Unscarr'd by sin, from taint of evil free ; 
 My sins had weigh'd me down that I should dwell 
 For aye in Hell. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Whence come these sorrows, whence this cruel woe ? 
 It was my sins that struck the fatal blow ; 
 Mine were the wrath and anguish, dearest Lord, 
 On Thee outpour'd. 
 
 What strangest punishment ! The Shepherd good 
 For erring sheep here pours His own heart's blood, 
 The servants' debts are on the Master laid, 
 Who all hath paid. 
 
 Oh wondrous love, love that no measure knows, 
 That brought Thee, Christ, to drink this cup of woes ! 
 Full of the world's vain joys and hopes was I, 
 While Thou must die ! 
 
 mighty King ! mighty beyond all time ! 
 
 Fain would I sound Thy praise through every clime ! 
 A gift were meet for Thee, my anxious thought 
 Long time hath sought. 
 
 But human wisdom searches, Lord, in vain 
 To find aught like Thy pity, or Thy pain. 
 How shall my works, though toiling day and night, 
 Thy love requite 1 
 
 Yet have I somewhat that my Lord can please ; 
 
 1 can renounce sweet sins and selfish ease, 
 
 And quench the unhallow'd fires that back would lure 
 To thoughts impure. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 But since my strength, alas, will ne'er prevail 
 My strong desires upon the cross to nail, 
 Oh let Thy Spirit rule my heart, who leads 
 To all good deeds. 
 
 Then shall Thy mercy fill my every thought, 
 I love Thee so, the world to me is nought ; 
 My sole endeavour, Lord, is to fulfil 
 Thy holy will. 
 
 My all I risk to magnify Thy name, 
 No cross shall daunt me, no reproach or shame ; 
 Man's fiercest threats I will not lay to heart, 
 Nor Death's worst smart. 
 
 In truth my sacrifice is nothing worth, 
 Yet Thou in mercy wilt not cast it forth ; 
 Thou 'It put me not to shame, but for love's sake 
 My offering take. 
 
 Lord Jesus, once on high amongst Thine own, 
 Shall I stand crown'd with light before Thy throne ! 
 Where sweetest hymns are ever ringing round, 
 My voice shall sound. 
 
 HESR&SftHH 
 1630. 
 
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 He was wounded for our transgres- 
 sions, He was bruised for our 
 iniquities; the chastisement of 
 our peace was upon Him, and 
 with His stripes we are healed. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 wounded Head ! Must Thou 
 Endure such shame and scorn ! 
 The blood is trickling from Thy brow 
 Pierced by the crown of thorn. 
 Thou who wast crown'd on high 
 With light and majesty, 
 In deep dishonour here must die, 
 Yet here I welcome Thee ! 
 
 Thou noble countenance ! 
 
 All earthly lights are pale 
 Before the brightness of that glance, 
 
 At which a world shall quail. 
 
 How is it quenched and gone ! 
 
 Those gracious eyes how dim ! 
 Whence grew that cheek so pale and wan ? 
 
 Who dared to scoff at Him 1 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 All lovely hues of life, 
 
 That glow'd on lip and cheek, 
 
 Have vanish' d in that awful strife ; 
 The Mighty One is weak. 
 Pale Death has won the day, 
 He triumphs in this hour 
 
 When Strength and Beauty fade away, 
 And yield them to his power. 
 
 Ah Lord, Thy woes belong, 
 
 Thy cruel pains, to me, 
 The burden of my sin and wrong 
 
 Hath all been laid on Thee. 
 
 Behold me where I kneel, 
 
 Wrath were my rightful lot, 
 One glance of love yet let me feel ! 
 
 Redeemer, spurn me not ! 
 
 My Guardian, own me Thine ; 
 
 My Shepherd, bear me home : 
 O Fount of mercy, Source Divine, 
 
 From Thee what blessings come ! 
 
 How oft Thy mouth has fed 
 
 My soul with angels' food, 
 How oft Thy Spirit o'er me shed 
 
 His stores of heavenly good ! 
 
 Ah would that I could share 
 Thy cross, Thy bitter woes ! 
 All true delight lies hidden there, 
 Thence all true comfort flows. 
 
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 a a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Ah well were it for me 
 That I could end my strife, 
 And die upon the cross with Thee, 
 Who art my Life of life ! 
 
 My soul is all o'erfraught, 
 
 O Jesus, dearest Friend, 
 With thankful love to Him who sought 
 
 Such woe for such an end. 
 
 Grant me as true a faith, 
 
 As Thou art true to me, 
 That so the icy sleep of death 
 
 Be but a rest in Thee. 
 
 Yes, when I must depart, 
 
 Depart Thou not from me ; 
 When Death is creeping to my heart, 
 
 Bear Thou mine agony. 
 
 When faith and courage sink, 
 
 O'erwhelm'd with dread dismay, 
 Come Thou who ne'er from pain didst shrink, 
 
 And chase my fears away. 
 
 Come to me ere I die, 
 My comfort and my shield ; 
 Then gazing on Thy cross can I 
 Calmly my spirit yield. 
 On Thee, when life is past, 
 My darkening eyes shall dwell, 
 My heart in faith shall hold Thee fast ; 
 Who dieth thus, dies well. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 1659. 
 
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 EVENING. 
 
 But God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet 
 sinners, Christ died for us. 
 
 Rom. v. 8. 
 
 Holiest Love, whom most I love, 
 Who art my long'd-for only bliss, 
 Whom tenderest pity erst did move 
 To fathom woe and death's abyss 
 Who once didst suffer for my good, 
 
 And die my guilty debts to pay, 
 Thou Lamb of God, whose precious blood 
 Can take a world's misdeeds away ; 
 
 Thou Love, who didst such anguish bear 
 
 Upon the Mount of agony, 
 And yet with ceaseless watchful care 
 
 Dost yearn o'er us so tenderly ; 
 Thou earnest not Thy will to seek, 
 
 But all Thy Father's will obey, 
 Bearing the cross in patience meek, 
 
 That Thou might'st take our curse away. 
 
 C) Love, who with unflinching heart 
 
 Enduredst all disgrace and shame ; 
 O Love, who mid the keenest smart 
 
 Of dying pangs wert still the same ;
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Who didst Thy changeless virtue prove 
 
 E'en with Thy latest parting breath, 
 And spakest words of gentlest love 
 
 When soul and body sank in death ; 
 
 O Love, through sorrows manifold 
 
 Hast Thou betroth'd me as a bride, 
 By ceaseless gifts, by love untold, 
 
 Hast bound me ever to Thy side ; 
 Oh let the weary ache, the smart, 
 
 Of life's long tale of pain and loss, 
 Be gently still'd within my heart 
 
 At thought of Thee, and of Thy cross ! 
 
 Love, who dying thus for me, 
 Hast won me an eternal good 
 
 Through sorest anguish on the tree, 
 I ever think upon Thy blood ; 
 
 1 ever thank Thy sacred wounds, 
 Thou wounded Love, Thou Holiest, 
 
 But most when life is near its bounds, 
 And in Thy bosom safe I rest. 
 
 Love, who unto death hast grieved 
 For this cold heart, unworthy Thine, 
 
 Whom once the chill dark grave received, 
 I thank Thee for that grief divine; 
 
 1 give Thee thanks that Thou didst die 
 To win eternal life for me, 
 
 To bring salvation from on high ; 
 ' Oh draw me up through love to Thee ! 
 
 ANGELUS. 1657. 
 
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 EASTER HVEH, 
 
 And Joseph wrapped the body in a clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own 
 new tomb, which he had hewn cut in the rock. 
 
 From the Gospel, 
 of the weary ! Thou 
 Thyself art resting now, 
 Where lowly in Thy sepulchre Thou liest : 
 From out her deathly sleep 
 My soul doth start, to weep 
 
 ^ 
 
 \n So sad a wonder, that Thou Saviour diest ! 
 
 Thy bitter anguish o'er, 
 
 To this dark tomb they bore 
 
 Thee, Life of Life Thee, Lord of all creation ! 
 The hollow rocky cave 
 Must serve Thee for a grave, 
 
 Who wast Thyself the Rock of our Salvation ! 
 
 O Prince of Life ! I know 
 
 That when I too lie low, 
 Thou wilt at last my soul from death awaken ; 
 
 And thus I will not shrink 
 
 From the grave's awful brink ; 
 The heart that trusts in Thee shall ne'er be shaken. 
 
 To me the darksome tomb 
 
 Is but a narrow room, 
 Where I may rest in peace from sorrow free ; 
 
 Thy death shall give me power 
 
 To cry in that dark hour, 
 O Death, O Grave, where is your victory? 
 
 The grave can nought destroy, 
 Only the flesh can die, 
 And e'en the body triumphs o'er decay : 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Clothed by Thy wondrous might 
 In robes of dazzling light, 
 This flesh shall burst the grave at that last Day. 
 
 My Jesus, clay by day, 
 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 Beside the tomb where in my heart Thou'rt laid. 
 
 Thy bitter death shall be 
 
 My constant memory, 
 My guide at last into Death's awful shade. 
 
 S. FRANCK. 1711. 
 
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 EASTER 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 C hrist being raised from the dead dieth no more : 
 death hath no more dominion over Him. 
 
 From the Anthem. 
 
 THE 
 
 bonds of Death He lay, 
 
 Who for our offence was slain, 
 But the Lord is risen to-day, 
 
 Christ hath brought us life again. 
 Wherefore let us all rejoice, 
 
 Singing loud with cheerful voice 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Of the sons of men was none 
 
 Who could break the bonds of Death, 
 Sin this mischief dire had done, 
 Innocent was none on earth ; 
 Wherefore Death grew strong and bold, 
 Death would all men captive hold. 
 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
 Jesus Christ, God's only Son, 
 
 Came at last our foe to smite, 
 All our sins away hath done, 
 
 Done away Death's power and right, 
 Only the form of Death is left, 
 Of his sting he is bereft ; 
 
 Hallelujah.
 
 -a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 'Twas a wondrous war, I trow, 
 
 When Life and Death together fought ; 
 But life hath triumph'd o'er his foe, 
 
 Death is mock'd and set at nought ; 
 Yea, 'tis as the Scripture saith, 
 Christ through death has conquer'd Death. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 Now our Paschal Lamb is He, 
 And by Him alone we live, 
 Who to death upon the tree, 
 
 For our sake Himself did give. 
 Faith His blood strikes on our door, 
 Death dares never harm us more. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 On this day most blest of days, 
 
 Let us keep high festival, 
 For our God hath show'd His grace, 
 
 And our Sun hath risen on all, 
 And our hearts rejoice to see 
 Sin and night before Him flee. 
 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 To the supper of the Lord, 
 
 Gladly will we come to-day, 
 The word of peace is now restored, 
 
 The old leaven is put away; 
 Christ will be our food alone, 
 Faith no life but His doth own. 
 Hallelujah. 
 
 LUTHER. 1524. 
 
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 HABTEB GAY. 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things "which 
 are above, -where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 GLORIOUS Head, Thou livest now! 
 
 Let us Thy members share Thy life ; 
 Canst Thou behold their need, nor bow 
 To raise Thy children from the strife 
 With self and sin, with death and dark distress, 
 That they may live to Thee in holiness 1 
 
 
 
 Earth knows Thee not, but evermore 
 
 Thou liv'st in Paradise, in peace ; 
 Oh fain my soul would thither soar, 
 
 Oh let me from the creatures cease : 
 Dead to the world, but to Thy Spirit known, 
 I live to Thee, O Prince of life, alone. 
 
 Break through my bonds whate'er it cost, 
 
 What is not Thine within me slay, 
 Give me the lot I covet most, 
 
 To rise as Thou hast risen to-day. 
 I nought can do, a slave to death I pine, 
 Work Thou in me, O Power and Life Divine ! 
 
 Work Thou in me, and heavenward guide 
 My thoughts and wishes, that my heart 
 
 Waver no more nor turn aside, 
 But fix for ever where Thou art. 
 
 Thou art not far from us ; who loves Thee well, 
 
 While yet on earth in heaven with Thee may dwell. 
 
 TERSTEEGEN. 1731. 
 
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 MONDAY m 
 EASTER WEEK. 
 
 And they told what things -were done in the way, and how He 
 was known to them in breaking of bread. And as they thus 
 spake, Jesus Himself stood in the midst of them, and saith 
 unto them, Peace be unto you. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 ELCOME Thou victor in the strife, 
 Now welcome from the cave ! 
 
 To-day we triumph in Thy life 
 Around Thine empty grave. 
 
 Our enemy is put to shame, 
 His short-lived triumph o'er ; 
 
 Our God is with us, we exclaim, 
 We fear our foe no more. 
 
 The dwellings of the just resound 
 
 With songs of victory ; 
 For in their midst, Lord, Thou art found, 
 
 And bringest peace with Thee. 
 
 O share with us the spoils, we pray, 
 
 Thou diedst to achieve ; 
 We meet within Thy house to-day 
 
 Our portion to receive : 
 
 And let Thy conquering banner wave 
 O'er hearts Thou makest free, 
 
 And point the path that from the grave 
 Leads heavenward up to Thee. 
 
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 94
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 We bury all our sin and crime 
 Deep in our Saviour's tomb, 
 
 And seek the treasure there, that time 
 Nor change can e'er consume. 
 
 We die with Thee ; oh let us live 
 
 Henceforth to Thee aright ; 
 The blessings Thou hast died to give, 
 
 Be daily in our sight. 
 
 Fearless we lay us in the tomb, 
 
 And sleep the night away, 
 If Thou art there to break the gloom, 
 
 And call us back to day. 
 
 Death hurts us not ; his power is gone, 
 And pointless all his darts ; 
 
 Now hath God's favour on us shone, 
 And joy fills all our hearts.
 
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 tariW^ 
 
 T KNOW that my 
 
 Redeemer lireth . . 
 and though after my 
 si: in. worms destroy 
 this body, yet in my 
 flesh shall I see God. 
 Job xix. 25, 26. 
 
 ~pOR this corruptible 
 must put on in- 
 corruption, and this 
 mortal must put on 
 immortality. 
 
 From the 
 Lesson.
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 my Redeemer lives, 
 Christ my trust is dead no more ; 
 In the strength this knowledge gives 
 
 Shall not all my fears be o'er, 
 Though the night of Death be fraught 
 Still with many an anxious thought 1 
 
 Jesus my Redeemer lives, 
 
 And His life I once shall see ; 
 
 Bright the hope this promise gives, 
 Where He is I too shall be. 
 
 Shall I fear then ? Can the Head 
 
 Rise and leave the members dead ? 
 
 Close to Him my soul is bound 
 In the bonds of Hope enclasp'd ; 
 
 Faith's strong hand this hold hath found, 
 And the Rock hath firmly grasp'd : 
 
 And no ban of death can part 
 
 From our Lord the trusting heart. 
 
 I shall see Him with these eyes, 
 Him whom I shall surely know ; 
 
 Not another shall I rise, 
 
 With His love this heart shall glow ; 
 
 Only there shall disappear 
 
 Weakness in and round me here. 
 
 Ye who suffer, sigh, and moan, 
 
 Fresh and glorious there shall reign ; 
 Earthly here the seed is sown, 
 
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 a 
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Heavenly it shall rise again ; 
 Natural here the death we die, 
 Spiritual our life on high. 
 
 Body, be thou of good cheer, 
 In thy Saviour's care rejoice, 
 
 Give not place to gloom and fear, 
 Dead, thou yet shall know His voice, 
 
 When the final trump is heard, 
 
 And the deaf cold grave is stirr'd. 
 
 Laugh to scorn then death and hell, 
 Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave ; 
 
 Caught into the air to dwell 
 
 With the Lord who comes to save, 
 
 We shall trample on our foes, 
 
 Mortal weakness, fear and woes. 
 
 Only see ye that your heart 
 Rise betimes from earthly lust ; 
 
 Would ye there with Him have part, 
 Here obey your Lord and trust, 
 
 Fix your hearts beyond the skies, 
 
 Whither ye yourselves would rise. 
 
 LOUISA HENRIETTA, 
 
 ELECTRESS OF B R AX DEX BURGH. 
 
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 AFTEH 
 H A S T E B. 
 
 God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in His Son. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 HA J had I been if Thou wert not? 
 
 What were I now if Thou wert gone 1 
 Ah, fear and anguish were my lot, 
 
 In this wide world I stood alone ; 
 Whate'er I loved were safe no more, 
 
 The future were a dark abyss ; 
 To whom could I my sorrows pour, 
 If Thee my laden heart should miss ? 
 
 \ Longing for love through lonely years, 
 
 The gloom of night came o'er my day ; 
 I follow'd, yet with secret tears, 
 
 The world's wild joys, and own'd her sway ; 
 Till restless from her turmoil driven, 
 
 I turn'd within, and grief was there : 
 Ah, had we not a Friend in heaven, 
 Who, who his lot on earth could bear ! 
 
 But when Thou mak'st Thy presence felt, 
 And when the soul hath grasp'd Thee right, 
 
 How fast the dreary shadows melt 
 Beneath Thy warm and living light ! 
 
 99
 
 LYRA UK KM A MCA. 
 
 In Thee I find a nobler birth, 
 A glory o'er the world I see, 
 
 And Paradise returns to earth, 
 
 And blooms again for us in Thee.
 
 L Y R A GERMANIC A. 
 
 Thou strong and loving Son of Man, 
 
 Redeemer from the bonds of sin, 
 'Tis Thou the living spark dost fan 
 
 That sets my heart on fire within. 
 Thou openest heaven once more to men, 
 
 The soul's true home, Thy Kingdom, Lord, 
 And I can trust and hope again, 
 
 And feel myself akin to God. 
 
 Brethren, go forth beside all ways, 
 
 The wanderer greet with outstretch'd hand, 
 And call him back who darkly strays, 
 
 And bid him join our gladsome band. 
 That Heaven hath stoop'd to earth below, 
 
 Proclaim the glad news everywhere, 
 That all may learn our faith, and know 
 
 They too may find an entrance there. 
 
 NOALIS. 

 
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 Jesus said, I am the Good Shepherd : the Good Shepherd 
 
 giveth His life for His sheep. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 | OVIHG Shepherd, kind and true, 
 
 Wilt Thou not in pity come 
 To Thy Lamb ? As shepherds do, 
 
 Bear me in Thy bosom home ; 
 Take me hence from earth's annoy 
 HI l .x - To Thy home of endless joy. 
 
 See how I have gone astray 
 In this earthly wilderness ; 
 Come and take me soon away 
 
 To Thy flock who dwell in bliss, 
 And Thy glory, Lord, behold, 
 Safe within Thv heavenlv fold.
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 For I fain would gaze on Thee, 
 With the lambs to whom 'tis given 
 
 That they feed, from danger free, 
 In the happy fields of heaven ; 
 
 Praising Thee, all terrors o'er, 
 
 Never can they wander more. 
 
 Here I live in sore distress, 
 
 Fearing, watching, hour by hour ; 
 
 For my foes around me press, 
 
 And I know their craft and power 
 
 Lord, Thy lamb can never be 
 
 Safe one moment, but with Thee. 
 
 O Lord Jesus, let me not 
 
 'Mid the ravening wolves e'er fall, 
 Help me as a shepherd ought, 
 
 That I may escape them all : 
 Bear me homeward in Thy breast, 
 To Thy fold of endless rest. 
 
 1657- 
 
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 -a 
 
 And ye now therefore have sorrow; but I ivill see you again, 
 and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man takcth 
 from yon. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 QJVIK I H sunshine after rain, 
 After mourning joy again, 
 After heavy bitter grief 
 Dawneth surely sweet relief! 
 And my soul, who from her height 
 Sank to realms of woe and night, 
 Wingeth now to heaven her flight. 
 
 He whom this world dares not face 
 Hath refresh' d me with His grace, 
 And His mighty hand unbound 
 Chains of hell about me wound ; 
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Quicker, stronger, leaps my blood, 
 Since His mercy, like a flood, 
 Pour'd o'er all my heart for good. 
 
 Bitter anguish have I borne, 
 Keen regret my heart hath torn, 
 Sorrow dimm'd my weeping eyes, 
 Satan blinded me with lies; 
 Yet at last am I set free, 
 Help, protection, love, to me 
 Once more true companions be. 
 
 None was ever left a prey, 
 None was ever turn'd away, 
 Who had given himself to God, 
 And on Him had cast his load. 
 
 Who in God his hope hath placed 
 Shall not life in pain outwaste, 
 Fullest joy he yet shall taste. 
 
 Though to-day may not fulfil 
 All thy hopes, have patience still, 
 For perchance to-morrow's sun 
 Sees thy happier days begun; 
 
 As God willeth march the hours, 
 Bringing joy at last in showers, 
 When whate'er we ask'd is ours. 
 
 Once a pain that would not cease 
 Gnaw'd my heart without release, 
 Sorrow bow'd me 'neath her yoke, 
 Then in sadness oft I spoke : 
 
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 a 
 
 LYRA GERM A NIC A. 
 
 Now no hope is left for me, 
 
 And no rest, until I be 
 
 Whelm'd beneath Death's sunless sea. 
 
 But when I was worn with care, 
 Fill'd with dread well-nigh despair ; 
 When with watching many a night, 
 On me fell pale sickness' blight ; 
 When my courage fail'd me fast, 
 Camest Thou, my God, at last, 
 And my woes were quickly past. 
 
 Yea, Thou God didst make an end, 
 Thou such help and strength didst send, 
 That I nevermore can praise 
 As I ought, Thy matchless grace ; 
 
 When I sought with anxious fear, 
 And could see no refuge here, 
 Lo ! I found Thy help was near. 
 
 Now as long as here I roam, 
 On this earth have house and home, 
 Shall this wondrous gleam from Thee 
 Shine through all my memory. 
 To my God I yet will cling. 
 All my life the praises sing 
 That from thankful hearts outspring. 
 
 Every sorrow, every smart, 
 That the Eternal Father's heart 
 Hath appointed me of yore, 
 Or hath yet for me in store, 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 As my life flows on I'll take 
 
 Calmly, gladly for His sake, 
 
 No more faithless murmurs make. 
 
 I will meet distress and pain 
 I will greet e'en Death's dark reign, 
 I will lay me in the grave, 
 With a heart still glad and brave; 
 Whom the Strongest doth defend, 
 Whom the Highest counts His friend, 
 Cannot perish in the end. 
 
 PAUL GERHARGT. 
 
 1659. 
 
 FOR 
 
 MY REDEEMER L1VETH, 
 
 AND THAT HE SHALL STAND 
 
 AT THE LATTER DAY UPON THE EARTH : 
 
 AND THOUGH AFTER MY SKIN WORMS DESTROY 
 
 THIS BODY, YKT IN MY Fl.ESH SHALL I SEE COD. 
 
 Job xix. 25, L'6. 
 
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 Jfourijj Swiimjj ate 
 
 is expedient for you that I go away, for 
 if I go not away, the Comforter 
 will not come untoyjn. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 11 
 
 jf Ghost ! my Comforter ! 
 
 *tr 
 
 from highest heaven appear, 
 Shed Thy gracious radiance here. 
 
 Come to them who suffer dearth, 
 With Thy gifts of priceless worth, 
 Lighten all who dwell on earth ! 
 
 Thou the heart's most precious guest, 
 Thou of comforters the best, 
 Give to us, the o'er-laden, rest. 
 
 Come, in Thee our toil is sweet, 
 Shelter from the noon-day heat, 
 From whom sorrow flieth fleet. 
 
 Blessed Sun of Grace ! O'er all 
 Faithful hearts who on Thee call, 
 Let Thy joy and solace fall. 
 
 What without Thy aid is wrought, 
 
 Skilful deed or wisest thought, 
 
 God will count but vain and nought 
 
 Cleanse us, Lord, from sinful stain, 
 O'er the parched heart oh rain, 
 Heal the wounded from its pain. 
 
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 fi 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Bend the stubborn will to Thine, 
 Melt the cold with fire divine, 
 Erring hearts aright incline. 
 
 Grant us, Lord, who cry to Thee, 
 Steadfast in the faith to be, 
 Give Thy gifts of charity. 
 
 May we live in holiness, 
 And in death find happiness, 
 And abide with Thee in bliss ! 
 
 TRANSLATION OF THE I7TH CENTURY AFTER 
 
 KING ROBERT OF FRANCE. 
 
 ABOUT A.I). 
 IOOO. 
 
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 I OQ
 
 FIFTH SUNGAY 
 AFTEB EASTEB. 
 
 These things have I spoken unto you, that in me ye might have p?ace. 
 
 In the -world ye shall have tribulation ; but be of good 
 
 cheer, I have overcome the world. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 Thou the champion of that war- 
 worn host 
 
 Who bear Thy cross, haste, help, or we 
 are lost ; 
 
 The schemes of those who long our blood 
 have sought 
 
 Bring Thou to nought. 
 
 Do Thou Thyself for us Thy children fight, 
 Withstand the devil, quell his rage and might, 
 Whate'er assails Thy members left below 
 Do Thou o'erthrow : 
 
 And give us peace ; peace in the church and school, 
 Peace to the powers who o'er our country rule, 
 Peace to the conscience, peace within the heart, 
 Do Thou impart. 
 
 So shall Thy goodness here be still adored, 
 Thou guardian of Thy little flock, dear Lord, 
 And heaven and earth through all eternity 
 Shall worship Thee. 
 
 
 LOWENSTERN. 
 
 During the Thirty Years' War. 
 
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 ft 
 
 ASCENSION GAY. 
 
 This same Jesus which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come, 
 in like manner as ye have seen Him go into heaven. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 on earth I dwell in pain ; 
 
 Here in anguish I must lie ; 
 Wherefore leav'st Thou me again, 
 
 Why ascendest Thou on high '? 
 Take me, take me hence with Thee, 
 Or abide, Lord, still in me ; 
 Let Thy love and gifts be left, 
 That I be not all bereft. 
 
 "B-
 
 LYRA GERM A NIC A. 
 
 Leave Thy heart with me behind, 
 
 Take mine hence with Thee away; 
 Let my sighs an entrance find 
 
 To Thy heaven whene'er I pray. 
 When I cannot pray, oh plead 
 With Thy Father in my stead ; 
 Seated now at God's right hand, 
 Help us here Thy faithful band. 
 
 Help me earthly toys to spurn, 
 
 Raise my thoughts from things below 
 
 Mortal am I, yet I yearn 
 
 Heavenly like my Lord to grow, 
 
 That my time through faith may be 
 
 Order'd for eternity ; 
 
 Till we rise, all perils o'er, 
 
 Whither Thou hast gone before. 
 
 In due season come again, 
 As was promised us of old ; 
 
 Raise the members that have lain 
 Gnaw'd of death beneath the mould. 
 
 Judge the evil world that deems 
 
 Thy sure words but empty dreams ; 
 
 Then for all our sorrows past, 
 
 Let us know Thy joy at last. 
 
 1700.
 
 These all confessed that they were strangers and 
 pilgrims on the earth. . . . For they desired 
 a better country, that is, an heavenly ; -where- 
 fore God is not ashamed to be catted their God: 
 for He hath prepared for them a city. 
 
 Heb. xi. 13, 16. 
 
 EAVENWARD doth our journey tend, 
 We are strangers here on earth, 
 
 Through the wilderness we wend 
 Towards the Canaan of our birth. 
 
 Here we roam a pilgrim band, 
 
 Yonder is our native land. 
 
 Heavenward stretch, my soul, thy wings, 
 Heavenly nature canst thou claim, 
 
 There is nought of earthly things 
 Worthy to be all thine aim ; 
 
 Every soul that God inspires 
 
 Back to Him, its Source, aspires.. 
 
 Heavenward ! doth His Spirit cry, 
 When I hear Him in His Word, 
 
 Showing thus the rest on high, 
 Where I shall be with my Lord : 
 
 When His Word fills all my thought, 
 
 Oft to heaven my soul is caught.
 
 Heavenward ever would I haste, 
 
 When Thy table, Lord, is spread ; 
 Heavenly strength on earth I taste, 
 
 ff
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Feeding on the Living Bread ; 
 Such is e'en on earth our fare, 
 Who Thy marriage feast shall share. 
 
 Heavenward ! Faith discerns the prize 
 
 That is waiting us afar, 
 And my heart would swiftly rise, 
 
 High o'er sun and moon and star, 
 To that Light behind the veil 
 Where all earthly splendours pale. 
 
 Heavenward Death shall lead at last, 
 To the home where I would be, 
 
 All my sorrows overpast, 
 
 I shall triumph there with Thee, 
 
 Jesus, who hast gone before, 
 
 That we too might Heavenward soar. 
 
 Heavenward ! Heavenward ! Only this 
 Is my watchword on the earth ; 
 
 For the love of heavenly bliss 
 Counting all things little worth. 
 
 Heavenward all my being tends, 
 
 Till in Heaven my journey ends. 
 
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 "5
 
 a 
 
 / will pray the Father, and He shall give you 
 another Comforter, that He may abide with 
 you for ever, even the Spirit of Truth. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 tjl tVH-4-t deck our f east to -day 
 
 With flowers and wreaths of May, 
 And bring an offering pure and sweet ; 
 
 The Spirit of all grace 
 Makes earth His dwelling-place, 
 Prepare your hearts your Lord to meet ; 
 Receive Him, and He shall outpour 
 Such light, all hearts with joy run o'er, 
 And sound of tears is heard no more. 
 
 Thou harbinger of peace, 
 
 Who makest sorrows cease, 
 Wisdom in word and deed is Thine ; 
 
 Strong hand of God, Thy seal 
 
 The loved of Jesus feel ; 
 Pure Light, o'er all our pathway shine! 
 
 Give vigorous life and healthy powers, 
 
 Oh let Thy sevenfold gifts be ours, 
 
 Refresh us with Thy gracious showers ! 
 
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 a a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Oh touch our tongues with flame, 
 
 When speaking Jesu's name ! 
 And lead us up the heavenward road. 
 
 Give us the power to pray, 
 
 Teach us what words to say, 
 Whene'er we come before our God. 
 
 O Highest Good, our spirits cheer, 
 
 When raging foes are strong and near, 
 
 Give us brave hearts undimm'd by fear. 
 
 O golden rain from heaven ! 
 
 Thy precious dews be given 
 To bless the churches' barren field ! 
 
 And let Thy waters flow, 
 
 Where'er the sowers sow 
 The seed of truth, that it may yield 
 
 A hundred-fold its living fruit, 
 
 O'er all the land may take deep root, 
 
 And mighty branches heavenward shoot. 
 
 Thou fiery glow of Love ! 
 
 Let us Thy ardours prove, 
 Consume our hearts with quenchless fire ! 
 
 Come, O Thou trackless Wind ! 
 
 Breathe gently o'er our mind ! 
 Nor let the flesh to rule aspire ; 
 
 Help us our free-born right to take, 
 
 The heavy yoke of sin to break, 
 
 And all her tempting paths forsake. 
 
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 fl- 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Be it Thine to stir our will ; 
 
 Our good intents fulfil ; 
 Be with us when we go and come ; 
 
 Deep in our spirits dwell, 
 
 And make their inmost cell 
 Thy temple pure, Thy holy home ! 
 
 Teach us to know our Lord, that we 
 
 May call His Father ours through Thee, 
 
 Thou Pledge of glories yet to be ! 
 
 Oh make our crosses sweet, 
 
 And let Thy sunshine greet 
 Our longing eyes in clouded hours ! 
 
 Wing Thou our upward flight 
 
 Toward yonder mountain bright, 
 Girded about with Zion's golden towers ! 
 
 Forsake us, not when our last foe 
 
 Puts forth his strength to lay us low, 
 
 Then joyful victory bestow ! 
 
 Let us, while here we dwell, 
 
 This one thought ponder well, 
 That in God's likeness we are made. 
 
 As o'er a fruitful land 
 
 Rich harvests waving stand, 
 We, serving Him, bear fruits that never fade, 
 
 Till Thou in whom all comfort lies, 
 
 Lift us to fields above the skies, 
 
 And bid us bloom in Paradise ! 
 
 SCHMOLCK. 
 
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 -a 
 
 MONDAY m WHITSUN WEEK. 
 
 Would God that all the Lord's people were prophets, 
 and that the Lord would put His Spirit upon them ! 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 ft 010 to Thy temple here on earth, 
 wAlA\A B e Thou my spirit's guest, 
 
 Who givest us of mortal birth 
 A second birth more blest ; 
 Spirit beloved, Thou mighty Lord, 
 Who with the Father and the Son 
 Reignest upon an equal throne, 
 Art equally adored ! 
 
 Oh enter, let me feel and know 
 
 Thy mighty power within, 
 That can alone our help bestow, 
 
 And rescue us from sin. 
 Oh cleanse my soul and make it white, 
 
 That I with heart unstain'd and true, 
 
 May daily render service due, 
 And honour Thee aright. 
 
 I was a wild unfruitful vine 
 
 Which Thou shouldst prune and train ; 
 Death pierced through all this life of mine, 
 
 But Thou my foe hnst slain. 
 Thy holy baptism is his grave, 
 
 He perishes beneath the flood 
 
 Of His most precious death and blood, 
 Who died our life to save. 
 
 IK)
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Thou art the Spirit who dost teach 
 
 To pray aright, for all 
 Our prayers are heard if Thou beseech, 
 
 Thy songs have sweetest fall. 
 They soar on tireless wings to heaven, 
 
 They fail not from before God's throne, 
 
 Till all His goodness we have known 
 By whom all help is given. 
 
 Thou art the Spirit of all joy, 
 
 Sadness Thou lovest not ; 
 Thy comfort beaming from on high, 
 
 Lights up the darkest lot. 
 Ah yes, how many a time of old 
 
 Thy voice hath rapt my soul away, 
 
 To yon bright halls of endless day, 
 And oped the gates of gold ! 
 
 Thou art the Spirit of all love, 
 
 The Friend of kindly life, 
 Thou wouldst not that our hearts should prove 
 
 The pangs of wrath and strife. 
 Thou hatest hatred's withering reign, 
 
 In souls that discord maketh dark 
 
 Dost Thou rekindle love's bright spark, 
 And make them one again. 
 
 On Thee is all this world upstaid, 
 
 And in Thy hands doth rest ; 
 And Thou canst wayward hearts persuade 
 
 To turn as seems Thee best :
 
 a-- a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Oh therefore give Thy love and peace, 
 That they may join in strongest bands 
 Long parted foes, and through our lands 
 
 These sad divisions cease. 
 
 Thou art the true, the only Source 
 
 Whence concord comes to men; 
 Oh that Thy power might have free course 
 
 And bring us peace again ! 
 Oh hear, and stem this mighty flood 
 
 That o'er us death and sorrow spreads ; 
 
 Alas ! each day afresh it sheds 
 Like water human blood. 
 
 And let our nation learn to know 
 
 What, and how deep, our sin ; 
 Nay, let God's judgments come, if so 
 
 A fire be lit within 
 The hearts that loved themselves to please ; 
 
 In bitter shame now let them burn, 
 
 And loving Thee, repentant spurn 
 Their selfish worldly ease. 
 
 Grace for the contrite heart abounds, 
 
 Joy to the sad is given ; 
 To serve God's truth will heal our wounds, 
 
 And bring us help from heaven ; 
 Lord, for Thine honour's sake, make known 
 
 Thy power, convert the wicked now, 
 
 And teach the hard to weep, for Thou 
 Canst soften steel and stone !
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Arise and make an end of all 
 
 Our heartache, and our pain ; 
 Thy wandering flock at last recall 
 
 And grant them joy again ; 
 To peace and wealth the lands restore, 
 
 Wasted with fire or plague or sword ; 
 
 Come to Thy ruin'd churches, Lord, 
 And bid them bloom once more ! 
 
 The rulers of our land defend, 
 Our sovereign's throne uphold ; 
 
 That he and we may prosper, send 
 True wisdom to the old ; 
 
 With piety the young men bless, 
 
 And through the nation shed abroad 
 True virtue and the fear of God, 
 
 A nation's happiness. 
 
 Fill every heart with holy zeal 
 
 To keep the faith unstain'd ; 
 Let house and land Thy blessing feel, 
 
 Whence all true wealth is gain'd. 
 Him who resists Thy inward powers, 
 
 The Evil Spirit, make Thou flee ; 
 
 Whate'er delights Thy heart, would he 
 Fain root from out of ours. 
 
 Give strong and cheerful hearts to stand 
 
 Undaunted in the wars 
 That Satan's fierce and mighty band 
 
 Is waging with Thy cause.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Help us to fight as warriors brave, 
 That we may conquer in the field, 
 And not one Christian man may yield 
 
 His soul to sin a slave. 
 
 Order according to Thy mind 
 
 Our life from day to day, 
 And when this life must be resign'd, 
 
 And death has seized his prey, 
 When all our days have fleeted by, 
 
 Help us to die with fearless spirit, 
 
 And let us after death inherit 
 Eternal life on high. 
 
 PAUL GERHAROT. 
 
 DURING THE 
 
 YEARS' AVAR. 
 
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 MUjitsmt-iveeh. 
 
 Hereby kncnu ye the Spirit of God. Every spirit 
 that confisseth that Jesus Christ is come in 
 the flesh is of God. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 Holy Spirit, God and Lord, 
 Be all Thy graces now outpour' d 
 On the believer's mind and soul, 
 And touch our hearts with living coal. 
 Thy Light this day shone forth so clear, 
 All tongues and nations gather'd near, 
 To learn that faith, for which we bring 
 Glad praise to Thee, and loudly sing, 
 
 . Hallelujah, Hallelujah! 
 
 Thou Strong Defence, Thou Holy Light, 
 Teach us to know our God aright, 
 And call Him Father from the heart : 
 The Word of life and truth impart, 
 That we may love not doctrines strange, 
 Nor e'er to other teachers range, 
 But Jesus for our Master own 
 And put our trust in Him alone. 
 o :_ - . Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! 
 
 Thou Sacred Ardour, Comfort Sweet, 
 Help us to wait with ready feet 
 And willing heart at Thy command, 
 Nor trial fright us from Thy band. 
 Lord, make us ready with Thy powers, 
 Strengthen the flesh in weaker hours, 
 That as good warriors we may force 
 Through life and death to Thee our course. 
 
 . Hallelujah, Hallelujah! 
 
 LUTHER. 1524. 
 
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 -a 
 
 
 And Go.i said. Let us make man in our image. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 QST High and Holy Trinity! 
 
 Who of Thy mercy mild 
 Hast form'd me here in Time, to be 
 
 Thy image and Thy child : 
 Oh let me love Thee day and night 
 With all my soul, with all my might ; 
 Oh come, Thyself my soul prepare, 
 And make Thy dwelling ever there ! 
 
 Father! replenish with Thy grace 
 
 This longing heart of mine, 
 Make it Thy quiet dwelling-place, 
 
 Thy sacred inmost shrine ! 
 Forgive that oft my spirit wears 
 Her time and strength in trivial cares, 
 Enfold her in Thy changeless peace, 
 So she from all but Thee may cease ! 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 O God the Son ! Thy wisdom's light 
 
 On my dark reason pour ; 
 Forgive that things of sense and sight 
 
 Were all her joy of yore ; 
 Henceforth let every thought and deed 
 On Thee be fix'd, from Thee proceed, 
 Draw me to Thee, for I would rise 
 Above these earthly vanities ! 
 
 O Holy Ghost ! Thou fire of love, 
 
 Enkindle with Thy flame my will ; 
 Come with Thy strength, Lord, from above, 
 
 Help me Thy bidding to fulfil : 
 Forgive that I so oft have done 
 What I as sinful ought to shun ; 
 Let me with pure and quenchless fire 
 Thy favour and Thyself desire ! 
 
 Most High and Holy Trinity ! 
 
 Draw me away far hence, 
 And fix upon eternity 
 
 All powers of soul and sense ! 
 Make me at one within ; at one 
 With Thee on earth ; when life is done 
 Take me to dwell in light with Thee, 
 Most High and Holy Trinity ! 
 
 AHGELHS, 
 
 126
 
 FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 
 
 God is Love . . . and herein is love, not that we loved 
 God, but that He loved us. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 wings of faith, ye thoughts, fly hence, 
 
 Roam o'er Eternity's vast field, 
 Surpass the bounds of time and sense, 
 And rise to Him, who hath reveal'd 
 That He is Love : there pause, and awestruck view 
 That ancient love with every morning new ! 
 
 Ere earth's foundations yet were laid, 
 
 Or heaven's fair roof was spread abroad, 
 Ere man a living soul was made, 
 
 Love stirfd within the heart of God ; 
 Love fill'd the long futurity with good, 
 And grace to help at need beside her stood. 
 
 'Twas Love whose counsel gave to me 
 
 True life in Christ Thy only Son, 
 Whom Thou hast made our Way to Thee, 
 From whom all grace flows ever down ; 
 Whose sacrifice can make us pure and whole, 
 And bless and hallow all our inmost soul. 
 
 'Twas Love, that long ere time began, 
 
 That precious name of child bestow'd ; 
 That open'd Heaven on earth to man, 
 And call'd us sinners sons of God ; 
 Whose gracious promptings move the Father's hand, 
 That on the page of life our names may stand ! 
 
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 a --- a 
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Ah happy hours, whene'er upsprings 
 
 My soul to yon Eternal Source, 
 Whence the glad river downward sings, 
 
 Watering with goodness all my course, 
 So that each passing day anew I prove 
 How tender and how true my Father's love ! 
 
 For what am I? At His command 
 
 The million creatures of His power 
 Start into life on sea and land ; 
 
 Oh why should God such blessings shower 
 On me, who am a leaf that fadeth fast, 
 A little shifting dust before the blast ! 
 
 I am not worthy, Lord, that Thou 
 
 Shouldst such compassion on me show ; 
 That He who made the world should bow 
 
 To cheer with love a wretch so low. 
 O Father, I would utterly resign 
 Myself to Thee ; take me, and make me Thine. 
 
 When strength and heart grow faint and sad, 
 
 From battling long with heavy pain, 
 Thy smile shines forth to make me glad, 
 
 Thou crownest me with joy again ; 
 Then I behold Thy Spirit's wondrous power, 
 Whose work is mightiest in our weakest hour. 
 
 Forth from Thy rich and bounteous store 
 
 Life's common blessings daily flow ; 
 More than we dare to ask, far more 
 
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 a -- -a 
 
 L Y R A G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Than we deserve, dost Thou bestow. 
 My heart dissolves in tears of thankfulness, 
 To see how true Thy care, how quick to bless. 
 
 Nor here alone : hope pierces far 
 
 Through all the shades of earth and time ; 
 Faith mounts beyond the farthest star, 
 
 Yon shining heights she loves to climb, 
 And gazing on eternity behold 
 The promised land, our heritage of old. 
 
 Can I with loveless heart receive 
 
 Tokens of love that never cease? 
 Can I be thankless still, and grieve 
 
 Him who is all my joy and peace 1 
 Ah Friend of Man, were I to turn from Thee, 
 Myself were sure my own worst enemy. 
 
 Could I but honour Thee aright, 
 
 Noble and sweet my song should be, 
 That earth and heaven should learn Thy might, 
 
 And what my God hath done for me. 
 There is no music sweet as is Thy name, 
 No joy so deep as pondering o'er Thy fame. 
 
 O heart redeem' d ! thou think'st it long 
 
 Till the appointed hour be come, 
 When thou shalt join the angels' song 
 
 To that Fair Love that brought thee home. 
 Have patience, heart ; time hurries fast away, 
 Soon shalt thou reach the one Eternal Day. 
 
 J. G. HERMANN. 1747. 
 
 129
 
 SECOND SUNGAY 
 AFTER ' : 
 TRINITY, 
 
 And this is His commandment ; That we should believe on the 
 name of His Son Jesus Christ, and love one 
 another, as He gave us commandment. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 , , and heart together bound, 
 
 Seek in God your true repose, 
 In your love the price be found 
 
 Of your Saviour's love and woes ; 
 We the members, He the Head, 
 
 He the sun, we beams He showers, 
 Brethren by one Master led, 
 We are His, and He is ours. 
 
 Children of His realm draw near, 
 Make your covenant stronger still, 
 
 From your hearts allegiance swear 
 Unto Him who conquer'd ill. 
 
 If your bonds are yet too weak, 
 If but fragile yet they prove, 
 
 Help from His good Spirit seek 
 
 Who can steel the chains of love. 
 * 
 
 Only such love will suffice, 
 
 As the love that dwells in Him, 
 
 Love that from the cross ne'er flies, 
 Love that spares not life or limb ; 
 
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 130
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 'Twas for sinners He was slain, 
 'Twas for foes He shed His blood, 
 
 That His death for all might gain 
 Endless life the Highest Good. 
 
 Thus, O truest Friend, unite 
 
 All Thy consecrated band, 
 That their hearts be set aright 
 
 To fulfil Thy last command. 
 Each must onward urge his friend, 
 
 Helping him in word and deed, 
 Love's blest pathway to ascend, 
 
 Following on where Thou dost lead. 
 
 Thou who dost command that all 
 
 Practise love who bear Thy name, 
 Wake the dead, new followers call, 
 
 Touch the slothful with Thy flame. 
 Let us live, O Lord, at one, 
 
 As Thou with the Father art, 
 That through all the world be none 
 
 Of Thy members left apart. 
 
 Then were given what Thou hast sought, 
 
 In the Son were all men freed, 
 And the world at last were taught 
 
 That Thy rule is blest indeed. 
 Father of all souls, we praise 
 
 Thee who shinest in the Son ; 
 Lord, to Thee our hymns we raise, 
 
 Who hast all men to Thee drawn ! 
 
 After ZINZENDOKF.
 
 THIBQ SUNGAY 
 
 AFTER 
 THJNITY. 
 
 Cast all your care upon Him, for He careth for you, 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 within me and without, 
 Hourly on my spirit weighs, 
 Burdening heart and soul with doubt, 
 
 Darkening all my weary days : 
 f In it I behold Thy will, 
 
 God, who givest rest and peace, 
 V- And my heart is calm and still, 
 Waiting till Thou send release. 
 
 God ! Thou art my rock of strength, 
 
 And my home is in Thine arms, 
 Thou wilt send me help at length, 
 
 And I feel no wild alarms. 
 Sin nor Death can pierce the shield 
 
 Thy defence has o'er me thrown, 
 Up to Thee myself I yield, 
 
 And my sorrows are Thine own. 
 
 Thou my shelter from the blast, 
 Thou my strong defence art ever ; 
 
 Though my sorrows thicken fast, 
 
 Yet I know Thou leav'st me never ;
 
 When my foe puts forth his might, 
 And would tread me in the dust, 
 
 To this rock I take my flight, 
 
 And I conquer him through trust. 
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 When my trials tarry long, 
 
 Unto Thee I look and wait, 
 Knowing none, though keen and strong, 
 
 Can my faith in Thee abate. 
 And this faith I long have nurst, 
 
 Comes alone, O God, from Thee ; 
 Thou my heart didst open first, 
 
 Thou didst set this hope in me. 
 
 Christians ! cast on Him your load, 
 
 To your tower of refuge fly ; 
 Know He is the Living God, 
 
 Ever to His creatures nigh. 
 Seek His ever-open door 
 
 In your hours of utmost need ; 
 All your hearts before Him pour, 
 
 He will send you help with speed. 
 
 But hast thou some darling plan, 
 
 Cleaving to the things of earth ? 
 Leanest thou for aid on man? 
 
 Thou wilt find him nothing worth. 
 Ralher trust the One alone 
 
 Whose is endless power and love, 
 And the help He gives His own, 
 
 Thou in very deed shalt prove. 
 
 Yea, on Thee, my God, I rest, 
 
 Letting life float calmly on, 
 For I know the last is best, 
 
 When the crown of joy is won. 
 
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 fl- 
 
 LYRA GERMAN 1C A. 
 
 In Thy might all things I bear, 
 In Thy love find bitters sweet, 
 
 And with all my grief and care 
 Sit in patience at Thy feet. 
 
 O my soul, why art thou vex'd ? 
 
 Let things go as e'en they will ; 
 Though to thee they seem perplex'd, 
 
 Yet His order they fulfil. 
 Here He is thy strength and guard, 
 
 Power to harm thee here has none ; 
 Yonder will He each reward 
 
 For the works he here has done. 
 
 Let Thy mercy's wings be spread 
 
 O'er me, keep me close to Thee, 
 In the peace Thy love doth shed, 
 
 Let me dwell eternally. 
 Be my All; in all I do 
 
 Let me only seek Thy will, 
 Where the heart to Thee is true, 
 
 All is peaceful, calm and still. 
 
 A. H FRAHKE. 
 
 1663-1727. 
 
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 AFTER 
 
 TRINITY. 
 
 / reckon that the sufferings of this present time are 
 
 not worthy to be compared with the glory 
 
 that shall be revealed in us. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 QOL. GST thou inherit life with Christ 
 
 on high ? 
 
 Then count the cost, and know 
 That here on earth below 
 
 Thou needs must suffer with thy Lord and die. 
 We reach that gain to which all else is loss, 
 But through the cross. 
 
 Oh think what sorrows Christ Himself has known ! 
 
 The scorn, and anguish sore, 
 
 The bitter death He bore, 
 Ere He ascended to His heavenly throne ; 
 And deemest thou, thou canst with right complain, 
 
 Whate'er thy pain ? 
 
 Not e'en the sharpest sorrows we can feel, 
 
 Xor keenest pangs, we dare 
 
 With that great bliss compare 
 When God His glory shall in us reveal, 
 That shall endure when our brief woes are o'er 
 
 For evermore ! 
 
 SIMON DACH. 1640. 
 
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 And who is he that will harm vou, if ye be followers of that which is good I 
 Btit and if ye suffer for righteousness' sake, happy are ye ; and 
 be not afraid of their terror, neither be troubled ; 
 but sanctify the Lord God in your hearts. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 be on my side, 
 Then let who will oppose, 
 For oft ere now to Him I cried, 
 And he hath quell'd my foes. 
 If Jesus be my Friend, 
 If God doth love me well, 
 What matters all my foes intend, 
 
 Though strong they be and fell ? 
 
 Here I can firmly rest, 
 
 I dare to boast of this, 
 That God the Highest and the Best, 
 
 My Friend and Father is. 
 
 From dangerous snares He saves, 
 
 Where'er He bids me go 
 He checks the storms and calms the waves, 
 
 That nought can work me woe. 
 
 I rest upon the ground 
 
 Of Jesus and His blood, 
 For 'tis through Him that I have found 
 The True Eternal Good. 
 
 Nought have I of mine own, 
 
 Nought in the life I lead, 
 What Christ hath given me, that alone 
 
 Is worth all love indeed. 
 
 137
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 His Spirit in me dwells, 
 O'er all my mind He reigns, 
 
 All care and sadness He dispels, 
 And soothes away all pains. 
 He prospers day by day 
 His work within my heart, 
 
 Till I have strength and faith to say, 
 Thou God my Father art ! 
 
 When weakness on me lies, 
 And tempts me to despair, 
 
 He speaketh words and utters sighs 
 Of more than mortal prayer; 
 But what no tongue can tell, 
 Thou God canst hear and see, 
 
 Who readest in the heart full well 
 If aught there pleaseth Thee. 
 
 He whispers in my breast 
 
 Sweet words of holy cheer, 
 How he who seeks in God his rest 
 
 Shall ever find Him near ; 
 
 How God hath built above 
 
 A city fair and new, 
 Where eye and heart shall see and prove 
 
 What faith has counted true. 
 
 There is prepared on high 
 My heritage, my lot ; 
 Though here on earth I sink and die, 
 My heaven shall fail me not 
 
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 [fr 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Though here my days are dark, 
 And oft my tears must rain, 
 Whene'er my Saviour's Light I mark, 
 Lo, all is bright again. 
 
 Who joins him to that Lord 
 Whom Satan flies and hates, 
 
 Shall find himself despised, abhorr'd, 
 For him the burden waits 
 Of mockery and shame, 
 Heap'd on his guiltless head ; 
 
 And crosses, trials, cruel blame, 
 Shall be his daily bread. 
 
 I knew it long ere now, 
 
 Yet am I not afraid ; 
 The God to whom I pledged my vow, 
 
 Will surely send His aid. 
 
 At cost of all I have, 
 
 At cost of life and limb, 
 I cling to God who yet shall save, 
 
 I will not turn from Him. 
 
 The world ma*y fail and flee, 
 
 Thou standest fast for ever, 
 Nor fire, nor sword, nor plague, from Thee 
 
 My trusting soul shall sever. 
 
 No hunger, and no thirst, 
 
 No poverty or pain, 
 Let mighty princes do their worst, 
 
 Shall fright me back again. 
 
 139
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 No joys that angels know, 
 
 Xo throne or wide-spread fame, 
 
 No love or loss, no fear or woe, 
 No grief of heart or shame 
 Man cannot aught conceive 
 Of pleasure or of harm, 
 
 That e'er could tempt my soul to leave 
 Her refuge in Thine arm. 
 
 My heart for gladness springs, 
 
 It cannot more be sad, 
 For very joy it laughs and sings, 
 
 Sees nought but sunshine glad. 
 
 The sun that glads mine eyes 
 
 Is Christ the Lord I love, 
 I sing for joy of that which lies 
 
 Stored up for us above. 
 
 Jam
 
 Kno*iv ye not, that so many of us as were baptised into Christ, were 
 
 baptised into His deathl 
 i \ From the Epistle. 
 
 y\[ for him who all things losing, 
 E'en himself doth count as nought, 
 
 Still the one thing needful choosing 
 That with all true bliss is fraught ! 
 
 Well for him who nothing knoweth 
 But his God, whose boundless love 
 
 Makes the heart wherein it gloweth, 
 Calm and pure as saints above ! 
 
 Well for him who all forsaking 
 Walketh not in shadows vain, 
 
 But the path of peace is taking 
 
 Through this vale of tears and pain 
 
 Oh that we our hearts might sever 
 From earth's tempting vanities, 
 
 Fixing them on Him for ever 
 In whom all our fulness lies ! 
 
 141
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Oh that we might Him discover 
 
 Whom with longing love we've sought, 
 
 Joining us to Him for ever, 
 For without Him all is nought ! 
 
 Oh that ne'er our eyes might wander 
 From our God, so might we cease 
 
 Ever o'er our sins to ponder, 
 And our conscience be at peace ! 
 
 Thou abyss of love and goodness, 
 Draw us by Thy cross to Thee, 
 
 That our senses, soul and spirit, 
 Ever one with Christ may be ! 
 
 ANON. 
 
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 SEVENTH . 
 
 AFTER 
 T a i i T y. 
 
 O Lord, how manifold are Thy works ; in wisdom hast Thou made 
 
 them all ; the earth is full of Thy riches. 
 
 Psalm civ. 24. 
 
 I forth, my heart, and seek delight 
 In all the gifts of God's great might, 
 
 These pleasant summer hours : 
 Look how the plains for thee and me 
 Have deck'd themselves most fair to see, 
 
 All bright and sweet with flowers. 
 
 The trees stand thick and dark with leaves, 
 And earth o'er all her dust now weaves 
 
 A robe of living green ; i 
 
 Nor silks of Solomon compare 
 With glories that the tulips wear. 
 
 Or lilies' spotless sheen. 
 
 The lark soars singing into space, 
 The dove forsakes her hiding-place, 
 
 And coos the woods among ; 
 The richly-gifted nightingale, 
 Pours forth her voice o'er hill and dale, 
 
 And floods the fields with sons:. 
 
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 a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Here with her brood the hen doth walk, 
 There builds and guards his nest the stork, 
 
 The fleet-wing'd swallows pass ; 
 The swift stag leaves his rocky home, 
 And down the light deer bounding come 
 
 To taste the long rich grass. 
 
 The brooks rush gurgling through the sand, 
 And from the trees on either hand, 
 
 Cool shadows o'er them fall ; 
 The meadows at their side are glad 
 With herds ; and hark ! the shepherd lad 
 
 Sends forth his mirthful call. 
 
 And humming, hovering to and fro, 
 The never-wearied swarms now go 
 
 To seek their honey'd food ; 
 And through the vine's yet feeble shoots 
 Stream daily upwards from her roots 
 
 New strength and juices good. 
 
 The corn springs up, a wealth untold, 
 A sight to gladden young and old, 
 
 Who now their voices lift 
 To Him who gives such plenteous store, 
 And makes the cup of life run o'er 
 
 With many a noble gift. 
 
 M4
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Thy mighty working, mighty God, 
 Wakes all my powers ; I look abroad 
 
 And can no longer rest : 
 I too must sing when all things sing, 
 And from my heart the praises ring 
 
 The Highest loveth best. 
 
 I think, Art Thou so good to us, 
 And scatterest joy and beauty thus 
 
 O'er this poor earth of ours ; 
 What nobler glories shall be given 
 Hereafter in Thy shining heaven, 
 
 Set round with golden towers ! 
 
 What thrilling joy when on our sight 
 Christ's garden beams in cloudless light, 
 
 Where all the air is sweet, 
 Still laden with the unwearied hymn 
 From all the thousand seraphim 
 
 Who God's high praise repeat ! 
 
 Oh were I there ! Oh that I now, 
 Dear God, before Thy throne could bow, 
 
 And bear my heavenly palm ! 
 Then like the angels would I raise 
 My voice, and sing Thy endless praise 
 
 In many a sweet-toned psalm.
 
 
 LYRA GERM A NIC A. 
 
 Nor can I now, O God, forbear, 
 Though still this mortal yoke I wear, 
 
 To utter oft Thy name ; 
 But still my heart is bent to speak 
 Thy praises ; still, though poor and weak, 
 
 Would I Thy love proclaim. 
 
 But help me ; let Thy heavenly showers 
 Revive and bless my fainting powers, 
 
 And let me thrive and grow 
 Beneath the summer of Thy grace, 
 And fruits of faith bud forth apace 
 
 While yet I dwell below. 
 
 And set me, Lord, in Paradise 
 
 When I have bloom'd beneath these skies 
 
 Till my last leaf is flown ; 
 Thus let me serve Thee here in time, 
 And after, in that happier clime, 
 
 And Thee, my God, alone !
 
 EIGHTH SUHGAY 
 
 AFTEH 
 TRINITY. 
 
 rethren, we are debtors, not to the flesh, to live 
 after the flesh. For if ye live after the flesh, 
 ye shall die; but if ve through the Spirit do 
 mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 \. 
 
 O Spirit, Light of all that live, 
 Who dost on us that sit in darkness shine, 
 Our darkness ever with Thy Light doth strive, 
 In vain Thou lur'st us with Thy beams divine ; 
 Yet none, O Spirit, from Thine eye can hide, 
 Gladly will I Thy searching glance abide. 
 
 Search all my hidden parts, whate'er impure 
 Thy Light discovers there, do Thou destroy ; 
 
 The bitterest pain I willingly endure, 
 Such pain is follow'd by eternal joy ; 
 
 Thou'lt cleanse me from my stains of darkest hue, 
 
 And in Christ's image form my soul anew. 
 
 I cannot stay the venom'd power of sin, 
 'Tis Thy anointing only can avail ; 
 
 Oh make my spirit new and right within, 
 Without Thee all my utmost efforts fail. 
 
 Life to my cold dead soul I cannot give, 
 
 Be Thou my life, so only shall I live.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 O Breath from out the Eternal Silence, blow 
 
 All softly o'er my spirit's barren ground, 
 The precious fulness of my God bestow, 
 
 That where erst sin and shame alone were found, 
 Faith, love, and holy reverence may upspring, 
 In spirit and in truth to worship God our King. 
 
 Oh let my thoughts, my actions and my will 
 
 Obedient solely to Thy impulse move, 
 My heart and senses keep Thou blameless still, 
 
 Fix'd and absorb'd in God's unutter'd love. 
 Thy praying, teaching, striving, in my heart, 
 Let me not quench, nor make Thee to depart. 
 
 Fount, O Spirit, who dost take and show 
 Things of the Son to us, who crystal clear 
 
 From God's throne and the Lamb's doth ceaseless flow 
 
 Into the quiet hearts that seek Thee here, 
 I open wide my mouth, and thirsting sink 
 Beside Thy stream, its living waves to drink. 
 
 1 give myself to Thee, to Thee alone, 
 
 From all else sunder'd, Thou art ever near, 
 The creature and myself I all disown, 
 
 Trusting with inmost faith that God is here ! 
 O God, O Spirit, Light of Life, we see 
 None ever wait in vain, who wait for Thee. 
 
 TERSTEEGEN.
 
 -a 
 
 after 
 
 How long halt ye between two 
 opinions ? If the Lord be 
 God, follow film ; but if 
 Baal, then follow him. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 halt thus, O de- 
 luded heart, 
 
 Why waver longer in 
 
 thy choice ? 
 
 Is it so hard to choose 
 
 the part 
 
 Offer'd by Heaven's 
 
 entreating voice 1 ? 
 
 Oh look with clearer 
 
 eyes again, 
 
 Nor strive to enter in, 
 
 in vain. 
 
 Press on ! 
 
 Remember, 'tis not 
 
 Caesar's throne, 
 
 Nor earthly honour, 
 
 wealth or might, 
 
 Whereby God's favour 
 
 shall be shown 
 
 To him who conquers 
 
 in this fight ; 
 
 Himself and an eternity 
 
 Of bliss and rest He 
 
 offers thee. 
 
 Press on ! 
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 God crowneth no divided heart ; 
 
 To Him oh hallow all thy life ! 
 Who loveth Jesus but in part, 
 
 He works himself much pain and strife, 
 And gains what he deserveth well, 
 Here conflict, and hereafter hell. 
 
 Press on ! 
 
 Who wrestling long, with many a cry 
 Can bid farewell at last to all, 
 
 Yet ever loves the Lord most High, 
 Loves Him alone whate'er befall, 
 
 Is counted worthy of the crown, 
 
 And on a kingly throne set down. 
 
 Press on ! 
 
 Then break the rotten bonds away 
 That hinder you your race to run, 
 
 That make you linger oft and stay ; 
 Oh be your course afresh begun ! 
 
 Let no false rest your soul deceive, 
 
 Up ! 'tis a Heaven ye must achieve ! 
 
 Press on ! 
 
 Omnipotence is on your side, 
 
 And Wisdom watches o'er your heads, 
 And God Himself will be your guide 
 
 So ye but follow where He leads ; 
 How many guided by His hand, 
 Have reach'd ere now their father-land ! 
 
 Press on !
 
 -a 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Nor let the body dull the soul, 
 
 Its weakness, fears, and sloth despise ; 
 
 Man toils and roams from pole to pole 
 To gain some earthly fleeting prize, 
 
 The Highest Good he little cares 
 
 To win, or striving soon despairs. 
 
 Press on ! 
 
 Oh help each other, hasten on, 
 Behold the goal is nigh at hand ; 
 
 The battle-field shall soon be won, 
 
 Your King shall soon before you stand ! 
 
 To calmest rest He leads you now, 
 
 And sets His crown upon your brow. 
 
 Press on !
 
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 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, even so panteth my soul after Thee, O God. 
 
 Psalm xlii. i. 
 
 I long Thy Light to see, 
 My God, I hourly think on Thee ; 
 Oh draw me up, nor hide Thy face, 
 But help me from Thy holy place. 
 
 As toward her sun the sunflower turns, 
 Towards Thee, my Sun, my spirit yearns ; 
 Oh would that free from sin I might 
 Thus follow evermore Thy Light ! 
 
 But sin hath so within me wrought, 
 Such deadly sickness on me brought, 
 My languid soul sits drooping here 
 And cannot reach the heavenly sphere. 
 
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 a : a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Ah how shall I my freedom win? 
 How break this heavy yoke of sin ] 
 My fainting spirit thirsts for Thee, 
 Come, Lord, to help and set me free. 
 
 My heart is set to do Thy will, 
 But all my deeds are faulty still ; 
 My best attempts are nothing worth, 
 But soil'd with cleaving taint of earth. 
 
 Remember that I am Thy child, 
 Forgive whate'er my soul denied, 
 Blot out my sins, that I may rise 
 Freely to Thee beyond the skies. 
 
 Help me to love the world no more, 
 Be Master of my house and store, 
 The shield of faith around me throw, 
 And break the arrows of my foe. 
 
 Fain would my heart henceforward be 
 Fix'd, O my God, alone on Thee, 
 That heart and soul by Thee possest, 
 May find in Thee their perfect rest. 
 
 Begone, ye pleasures false and vain, 
 Untasted, undesired remain ! 
 In heaven alone those joys abound, 
 Where all my true delight is found. 
 
 Oh take away whate'er has stood 
 Between me and the Highest Good ; 
 I ask no better boon than this, 
 To find in God my only bliss. 
 
 ANTON ULRICH, 
 Duke of Brunswick. 1667.
 
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 ELEVENTH SONGAY 
 
 AFTER 
 
 TRINITY. 
 
 In Thy presence is fulness of joy ; at Thy right hand 
 there are pleasures for evermore. 
 
 Psalm xvi. 12. 
 
 of souls, how well is me, 
 Whene'er Thy love my spirit calms ! 
 From sorrow's dungeon forth I flee, 
 
 And hide me in Thy shelt'ring arms. 
 The night of weeping flies away 
 Before the heart-reviving ray 
 
 Of love, that beams from out Thy breast ; 
 Here is my heaven on earth begun ; 
 Who were not joyful had he won 
 In Thee, O God, his joy and rest ! 
 
 The world may call herself my foe, 
 
 So be it ; for I trust her not, 
 E'en though a friendly face she show, 
 
 And with her bounties heap my lot. 
 In Thee alone will I rejoice, 
 Thou art the Friend, Lord, of my choice, 
 
 For Thou art true when friendships fail ; 
 'Mid storms of woe Thy truth is still 
 My anchor; hate me as it will, 
 
 The world shall o'er me ne'er prevail. 
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Through deserts of the cross Thou leadest, 
 
 I follow leaning on Thy hand ; 
 From out the clouds Thy child Thou feedest, 
 
 And giv'st him water from the sand. 
 I know Thy wondrous ways will end 
 In love and blessing, Thou true Friend, 
 
 Enough if Thou art ever near ! 
 I know, whom Thou wilt glorify, 
 And raise o'er sun and stars on high, 
 
 Thou lead'st through depths and darkness here. 
 
 To others Death seems dark and grim, 
 
 But not, Thou Life of life, to me ; 
 I know Thou ne'er forsakest him 
 
 Whose heart and spirit rest in Thee. 
 Oh who would fear his journey's close, 
 If from dark woods and lurking foes, 
 
 He then found safety and release I 
 Nay, rather with a joyful heart 
 From this dark region I depart 
 
 To Thy eternal light and peace. 
 
 O Friend of souls, then well indeed 
 
 Is me, when on Thy love I lean ! 
 The world, nor pain, nor death I heed, 
 
 Since Thou, my God, my joy hast been. 
 Oh let this peace that Thou hast given 
 Be but a foretaste of Thy heaven, 
 
 For goodness infinite is Thine. 
 Hence, world, with all thy flattering toys ! 
 In God alone lie all my joys ; 
 
 Oh rich delight, my Friend is mine ! 
 
 DESZLER. 1692. 
 
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 -a 
 
 TWELFTH SUHQAY 
 
 T a i N i T y. 
 
 Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to 
 think anything as of ourselves, but our 
 sufficiency is of God. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 
 
 seeks in weakness an excuse, 
 His sins will vanquish never ; 
 Unless he heart and mind renews, 
 He is deceived for ever. 
 
 The strait and narrow way, 
 That shines to perfect day, 
 He hath not found, hath never trod ; 
 Little he knows, I ween, 
 What prayer and conflict mean 
 To one who hath the light of God. 
 
 In what the world calls weakness lurks 
 
 The very strength of evil, 
 Full mightily it helps the works 
 
 Of our great foe the devil. 
 Awake, my soul, awake, 
 Thy refuge quickly take 
 With Him, the Almighty, who can save ; 
 
 One look from Christ thy Lord 
 
 Can sever every cord 
 That binds thee now, a wretched slave.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Know, the first step in Christian lore 
 
 Is to depart from sin ; 
 True faith will leave the world no more 
 
 A place thy heart within. 
 Thy Saviour's Spirit first 
 The heavy bonds must burst, 
 
 Wherein Death bound thee in thy need ; 
 Then the freed spirit knows 
 What strength He gives to those 
 
 \Vho with their Lord are risen indeed. 
 
 And what Thy Spirit, Lord, began 
 
 Help Thou with inner might ! 
 Earth has no better gift for man 
 Than strength and love of right. 
 
 Oh make Thy followers just 
 
 Who look to Thee in trust, 
 Thy strength and justice let us know ; 
 
 Our souls through Thee would wear 
 
 The power of grace, most fair 
 Of all the jewels faith can show. 
 
 Strong Son of God, break down Thy foes, 
 
 So shall we conquer ours ; 
 Strong in the might from Thee that flows, 
 We mourn not lack of powers, 
 
 E'er since that from above, 
 
 The witness of Thy love 
 Thy Spirit came, and doth abide 
 
 With us, dispelling fear 
 
 And falsehood, that we here 
 May fight and conquer on Thy side.
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Give strength, whene'er our strength must fail 
 
 Give strength the flesh to curb ; 
 Give strength when craft and sin prevail 
 To weaken and disturb. 
 
 The world doth lay her snares 
 
 To catch us unawares, 
 Give strength to sweep them all away ; 
 
 So in our utmost need, 
 
 And when death comes indeed, 
 Thy strength shall be our perfect stay. 
 
 > 
 
 
 -B 3
 
 THIRTEENTH SUN GAY 
 AFTER TRINITY. 
 
 Then Hezekiah received the letter of the hands of the 
 messengers, and read it, and Hezekiah went up into the 
 house of the Lord, and spread it before the Lord. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 God to order all thy ways, 
 And hope in Him whate'er betide, 
 Thou'lt find Him in the evil days 
 
 Thy all-sufficient strength and guide ; 
 Who trusts in God's unchanging love, 
 Builds on the rock that nought can move. 
 
 What can these anxious cares avail, 
 These never-ceasing moans and sighs 1 
 
 What can it help us to bewail 
 Each painful moment as it flies 1 
 
 Our cross and trials do but press 
 
 The heavier for our bitterness. 
 
 Only thy restless heart keep still, 
 And wait in cheerful hope ; content 
 
 To take whate'er His gracious will, 
 His all-discerning love hath sent ; 
 
 Nor doubt our inmost wants are known 
 
 To Him who chose us for His own. 
 
 He knows when joyful hours are best, 
 He sends them as He sees it meet ; 
 When thou hast borne the fiery test,
 
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 LYRA GE R M A N I C A. 
 
 And now art freed from all deceit, 
 He comes to thee all unaware, 
 And makes thee own His loving care. 
 
 Nor in the heat of pain and strife, 
 
 Think God hath cast thee off unheard, 
 
 And that the man, whose prosperous life 
 Thou enviest, is of Him preferr'd ; 
 
 Time passes and much change doth bring, 
 
 And sets a bound to everything. 
 
 All are alike before His face ; 
 
 'Tis easy to our God most High 
 To make the rich man poor and base, 
 
 To give the poor man wealth and joy. 
 True wonders still by Him are wrought, 
 Who setteth up, and brings to nought. 
 
 Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways, 
 But do thine own part faithfully, 
 
 Trust His rich promises of grace, 
 So shall they be fulfill'd in thee ; 
 
 God never yet forsook at need 
 
 The soul that trusted Him indeed. 
 
 
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 -a 
 
 FOURTEENTH SUNDAY 
 AFTER TRINITY. 
 
 And they that are Chrisfs have crucified the flesh 
 with the affections and lusts. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 we hail thy bitter reign, 
 O come, thou well-beloved guest ! 
 Whose sorest sufferings work not pain, 
 Whose heaviest burden is but rest. 
 
 For is not our Redeemer bound 
 
 In closest ties of love to those 
 Who faithful to the cross are found, 
 
 Through ceaseless tears, through saddest woes ] 
 
 Hark, the confessors of the faith 
 Yet of their cross and fetters boast ; 
 
 All saints have borne it to the death, 
 With all the martyrs* radiant host. 
 
 Pledge of our glorious home afar ! 
 
 Thee, Holy Sign, with joy we take, 
 Sign of a peace life could not mar, 
 
 Of just content death could not shake : 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 The Sign how Truth, once crucified, 
 Now throned in majesty doth reign, 
 
 How Love is bless'd and glorified, 
 
 That here on earth was mock'd and slain. 
 
 Their names are writ in words of light 
 Who here on earth their Lord confest; 
 
 They hear the bridegroom's cry at night, 
 Come to my marriage feast, ye blest ! 
 
 Who then would faint, nor join to share 
 In Christ's reproach, in want or pain? 
 
 The bitterest death who would not dare? 
 Who fears a martyr's crown to gain? 
 
 Up, Brethren of the Cross ! and haste 
 
 Where Christ our Head hath gone before ! 
 
 We hymn His praise the while we taste 
 The shame and death He sometime bore. 
 
 In bonds and stripes, in falsest blame, 
 Our crown, our dearest wealth we see, 
 
 A dungeon were a throne, and shame 
 Our chiefest glory, borne for Thee. 
 
 What though the world on us may fling 
 Its scorn, and oft we strive with death, 
 
 The holy angels speed to bring 
 
 Our help and strength, our victor's wreath. 
 
 Up, quit the gates where sin abides, 
 
 From earth's doom'd cities quickly come, 
 Yon eastern Star full surely guides 
 All pilgrims to their Father's home. 
 
 COTTER. 
 
 1697.
 
 FIFTEENTH SUN QAY 
 AFTER TRINITY. 
 
 Therefore take no thought, saying, WJiat shall we eat, or what shall we drink 
 f or y ur Heavenly Father knowelh that ye have need of all these things. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 Ethou content ; be still before 
 His face, at whose right hand doth reign 
 Fulness of joy for evermore, 
 
 Without whom all thy toil is vain. 
 He is thy living spring, thy sun, whose rays 
 Make glad with life and light thy dreary days. 
 
 Be thou content. 
 
 In Him is comfort, light and grace, 
 
 And changeless love beyond our thought ; 
 The sorest pang, the worst disgrace, 
 
 If He is there, shall harm thee not. 
 He can lift off thy cross, and loose thy bands, 
 And calm thy fears, nay, death is in His hands. 
 
 Be thou content. 
 
 Or art thou friendless and alone, 
 
 Hast none in whom thou canst confide ? 
 God careth for thee, lonely one, 
 
 Comfort and help will He provide. 
 He sees thy sorrows and thy hidden grief, 
 He knoweth when to send thee quick relief; 
 
 Be thou content. 
 
 Thy heart's unspoken pain He knows, 
 
 Thy secret sighs He hears full well, 
 What to none else thou dar'st disclose, 
 
 To Him thou mayst with boldness tell ;
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 He is not far away, but ever nigh, 
 
 And answereth willingly the poor man's cry. 
 
 Be thou content. 
 
 Be not o'er-master'd by thy pain, 
 
 But cling to God, thou shalt not fall ; 
 The floods sweep over thee in vain, 
 
 Thou yet shalt rise above them all ; 
 For when thy trial seems too hard to bear, 
 Lo ! God, thy King, hath granted all thy prayer : 
 
 Be thou content. 
 Why art thou full of anxious fear 
 
 How thou shalt be sustain'd and fed ? 
 He who hath made and placed thee here, 
 
 Will give thee needful daily bread ; 
 Canst thou not trust His rich and bounteous hand, 
 Who feeds all living things on sea and land 1 
 
 Be thou content. 
 He who doth teach the little birds 
 
 To find their meat in field and wood, 
 Who gives the countless flocks and herds 
 Each day their needful drink and food, 
 Thy hunger too will surely satisfy, 
 And all thy wants in His good time supply. 
 
 Be thou content. 
 
 Sayst thou, I know not how or where, 
 
 No help I see where'er I turn ; 
 When of all else we most despair, 
 
 The riches of God's love we learn ; 
 When thou and I His hand no longer trace, 
 He leads us forth into a pleasant place. 
 
 Be thou content. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Though long His promised aid delay, 
 
 At last it will be surely sent : 
 Though thy heart sink in sore dismay, 
 
 The trial for thy good is meant. 
 What we have won with pains we hold more fast, 
 What tarrieth long is sweeter at the last. 
 
 Be thou content. 
 Lay not to heart whate'er of ill 
 
 Thy foes may falsely speak of thee, 
 Let man defame thee as he will, 
 
 God hears, and judges righteously. 
 Why shouldst thou fear, if God be on thy side, 
 Man's cruel anger, or malicious pride ? 
 
 Be thou content. 
 We know for us a rest remains, 
 
 When God will give us sweet release 
 From earth and all our mortal chains, 
 
 And turn our sufferings into peace. 
 Sooner or later death will surely come 
 To end our sorrows, and to take us home : 
 
 Be thou content. 
 
 Home to the chosen ones, who here 
 
 Served their Lord faithfully and well, 
 Who died in peace, without a fear, 
 
 And there in peace for ever dwell ; 
 The Everlasting is their joy and stay, 
 The Eternal Word Himself to them doth say, 
 
 Be thou content ! 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 
 
 1670. 
 
 1 66
 
 SIXTEENTH SUNGAY 
 AFTER TRINITY. 
 
 And when the Lord sain her, He had compassion on 
 her, and said unto her, Weep not! 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 Lof rlTjD/ 
 
 UJJW4A all to God, 
 
 Forsaken one, and stay thy tears ; 
 For the Highest knows thy pain, 
 
 Sees thy sufferings and thy fears 
 Thou shalt not wait His help in vain, 
 Leave all to God. 
 
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 [fr 
 
 LYRA GERM AN 1C A. 
 
 Be still and trust! 
 For His strokes are strokes of love, 
 
 Thou must for thy profit bear; 
 He thy filial fear would move, 
 Trust thy Father's loving care, 
 Be still and trust! 
 
 Know, God is near ! 
 Though thou think Him far away, 
 
 Though His mercy long have slept, 
 He will come and not delay, 
 
 When His child enough hath wept, 
 For God is near ! 
 
 Oh teach Him not 
 When and how to hear thy prayers; 
 
 Never doth our God forget, 
 He the cross who longest bears 
 Finds his sorrows' bounds are set, 
 Then teach Him not. 
 
 If thou love Him, 
 Walking truly in His ways, 
 
 Then no trouble, cross or death, 
 E'er shall silence faith and praise ; 
 All things serve thee here beneath, 
 If thou love God ! 
 
 ANTON ULRICH, 
 
 Duke of Brunswick, 
 
 1667. 
 
 168
 
 / beseech yon that ye walk worthy of the vocation whcrc- 
 ivilh ye are called, with all lowliness and meekness, 
 with long suffering, forbearing one another in lore ; 
 endeavouring to keep the unity of the spirit in tlic 
 
 bond of peace. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 OM< 
 
 brethren, let us go ! 
 The evening closeth round, 
 'Tis perilous to linger here 
 On this wild desert ground. 
 Come, towards eternity 
 Press on from strength to strength, 
 Nor dread your journey's toils nor length, 
 For good its end shall be. 
 
 We shall not rue our choice, 
 Though straight our path and steep, 
 We know that He who call'd us here 
 His word shall ever keep. 
 
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 a- -- a 
 
 LYRA GERM A NIC A. 
 
 Then follow, trusting; come, 
 And let each set his face 
 Toward yonder fair and blessed place, 
 
 Intent to reach our home. 
 
 The body and the house 
 Deck not, but deck the heart 
 With all your powers ; we are but guests, 
 Ere long we must depart. 
 Ease brings disease ; content 
 
 Howe'er his lot may fall, 
 
 A pilgrim bears and bows to all, 
 For soon the time is spent. 
 
 Come, children, let us go ! 
 Our Father is our guide ; 
 And when the way grows steep and dark, 
 He journeys at our side. 
 Our spirits He would cheer, 
 
 The sunshine of His love 
 
 Revives and helps us as we rove, 
 Ah, blest our lot e'en here ! 
 
 Each hasten bravely on, 
 
 Not yet our goal is near ; 
 Look to the fiery pillar oft, 
 
 That tells the Lord is here. 
 
 Your glances onward send, 
 Love beckons us, nor think 
 That they who following chance to sink 
 
 Shall miss their journey's end. 
 
 170
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Come, children, let us go ! 
 
 We travel hand in hand ; 
 Each in his brother finds his joy 
 
 In this wild stranger land. 
 
 As children let us be, 
 Nor by the way fall out, 
 The angels guard us round about, 
 
 And help us brotherly. 
 
 The strong be quick to raise 
 The weaker when they fall ; 
 Let love and peace and patience bloom 
 In ready help for all. 
 In love yet closer bound, 
 
 Each would be least, yet still 
 On love's fair path most pure from ill, 
 Most loving, would be found. 
 
 Come, wander on with joy, 
 For shorter grows the way, 
 The hour that frees us from the flesh 
 Draws nearer day by day. 
 A little truth and love, 
 
 A little courage yet, 
 
 More free from earth, more apt to set 
 Your hopes on things above. 
 
 It will not last for long, 
 A little farther roam ; 
 It will not last much longer now 
 Ere we shall reach our home ; 
 
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 LYRA GERMAN 1C A. 
 
 There shall we ever rest, 
 
 There with our Father dwell, 
 
 With all the saints who served Him well, 
 There truly, deeply blest. 
 
 For this all things we dare, 
 'Tis worth the risk I trow, 
 Renouncing all that clogs our course, 
 Or weighs us down below. 
 O world, thou art too small, 
 
 We seek another higher, 
 
 Whither Christ guides us ever nigher, 
 Where God is all in all. 
 
 Friend of our perfect choice, 
 
 Thou Joy of all that live, 
 Being that know'st not chance or change, 
 
 What courage dost Thou give ! 
 
 All beauty, Lord, we see, 
 All bliss and life and love, 
 In Him in whom we live and move, 
 
 And we are glad in Thee ! 
 
 TER5TEEGEN., 
 
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 a 
 
 EIGHTEENTH 
 
 AFTER 
 
 Waiting for the coming of our Lord Jesus 
 Christ, -who shall also confirm you unto 
 the end. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 HOUGH 
 
 all to Thee 
 
 were faithless, 
 
 I yet were true, my Head, 
 To show that love is deathless, 
 From earth not wholly 
 fled. 
 
 Here didst Thou live in sadness, 
 And die in pain for me, 
 
 For this I give with gladness 
 My heart and soul to Thee. 
 
 I could weep night and morning 
 That Thou hast died, and yet 
 
 So few will heed Thy warning, 
 So many Thee forget.
 
 a a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 O loving and true-hearted, 
 
 How much for us didst Thou ! 
 
 Yet is Thy fame departed, 
 And none regards it now. 
 
 But still Thy love befriends us, 
 
 Of every heart the guide ; 
 Unfailing help it lends us, 
 
 Though all had turn'd aside. 
 Oh ! such love soon or later 
 
 Must conquer, must be felt, 
 Then at Thy feet the traitor 
 
 In bitter tears shall melt. 
 
 Lord, I have inly found Thee, 
 
 Depart Thou not from me, 
 But wrap Thy love around me, 
 
 And keep me close to Thee. 
 Once too my brethren, yonder 
 
 Upgazing where Thou art, 
 Shall learn Thy love with wonder, 
 
 And sink upon Thy heart. 
 
 ABOUT 
 
 -HOYAUS 
 1795., 
 
 174
 
 [& 
 
 HlNETEENTH SUNDAY 
 AFTER TmNtTY. 
 
 J ut ye have not so learned Christ ; if so be that ye 
 have heard Him, and have been taught by Him, 
 as the truth is in Jesus .- that ye put off, con- 
 cerning the former conversation, the old man, 
 which is cormpt according to the deceitful lusts ; 
 and be renewed in the spirit of your mind ; and 
 that ye put on the new man, which after God 
 ' s crea ted ' n righteousness and trite holiness. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 well for him who all things braves, 
 
 A soldier of the Lord to be, 
 Whom vice counts not among her slaves, 
 
 From envy, pride, and passion free ; 
 Who wars against the world of sin 
 Without him, and self-will within. 
 
 Who follows Christ whate'er betide, 
 Is worthy of a soldier's name ; 
 
 Is He thy Way, thy Light, thy Guide, 
 'Tis meet thou also bear His shame : 
 
 Who shrinks from dark Gethsemane, 
 
 Shall Tabor's glories never see. 
 
 What profits it that Christ hath deign'd 
 To wear our mortal nature thus, 
 
 If we ourselves have ne'er attain'd 
 That God reveal Himself in us ? 
 
 The pure and virgin soul alone 
 
 He chooseth for His earthly throne. 
 
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 175
 
 [fr 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 What profits it that Christ is born, 
 And bringeth childhood back to men, 
 
 Unless our long-lost right we mourn, 
 And win through penitence again, 
 
 And lead a God-like life on earth, 
 
 As children of the second birth 1 
 
 What profits all that Christ hath taught, 
 If man is slave to reason still, 
 
 And worldly wisdom, honour, thought, 
 Rule all his acts, and move his will I 
 
 He follows what his Lord doth teach 
 
 Who true denial of self would reach. 
 
 What profit us His deeds and life, 
 His meekness, love so quick to bless, 
 
 If we give place to pride and strife, 
 Dishonouring thus His holiness I 
 
 What profits it, if for reward, 
 
 And not in faith, we call Him Lord ? 
 
 What profits us His agony, 
 
 If we endure not pain and scorn ? 
 
 'Tis combat brings forth victory, 
 Of sorrow sweetest joys are born ; 
 
 And ne'er to him Christ's crown is given, 
 
 Who hath not here with Adam striven. 
 
 What profit ye His death and cross, 
 
 Unless to self ye also die ? 
 Ye love your life to find it loss,
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Afraid the flesh to crucify. 
 Wouldst live to this world still ? Then know, 
 His death to thee is barren show. 
 
 What profit that He loosed and broke 
 All bonds, if ye in league remain 
 
 With earth ? Who weareth Satan's yoke 
 Shall call Him Master but in vain. 
 
 Count ye the soul for reconciled, 
 
 Yet slave to earth, by sin defiled 1 
 
 What profits it that He is risen, 
 If dead in sins thou yet dost lie 1 
 
 If yet thou cleavest to thy prison, 
 What profit that He dwells on high ? 
 
 His triumph will avail thee nought, 
 
 If thou hast ne'er the battle fought. 
 
 Then live and suffer, do and bear, 
 As Christ thy pattern here hath done, 
 
 And seek His innocence to wear, 
 
 That He may count thee of His own. 
 
 Who loveth Christ cares but to win 
 
 New triumphs o'er the world of sin. 
 
 ANON.
 
 TWENTIETH SUNQAY 
 
 AFTER 
 TRINITY. 
 
 Singing and making melody in your heart unto 
 the Lord ; giving thanks always for all things 
 unto God and the Father, in the name of 
 our Lord Jesus Christ. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 would I had a thousand tongues, 
 To sound Thy praise o'er land and sea ! 
 Oh! rich and sweet should be my songs, 
 
 Of all my God has done for me ! 
 With thankfulness my heart must often swell, 
 But mortal lips Thy praises faintly tell. 
 
 Oh that my voice could far resound 
 
 Up to yon stars that o'er me shine ! 
 Would that my blood for joy might bound 
 
 Through every vein while life is mine ! 
 Would that each pulse were gratitude, each breath 
 A song to Him who keeps me safe from death ! 
 
 O all ye powers of soul and mind, 
 Arise, keep silence thus no more ; 
 Put forth your strength, and ye shall find 
 
 Your noblest work is to adore. 
 O soul and body, make ye pure and meet, 
 With heartfelt praise your God and Lord to greet 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Ye little leaves so fresh and green, 
 
 That dance for joy in summer air, 
 Ye slender grasses, bright and keen, 
 
 Ye flowers so wondrous sweet and fair ; 
 Ye only for your Maker's glory live, 
 Help me, for all His love, meet praise to give. 
 
 O all ye living things that throng 
 
 With breath and motion earth and sky, 
 Be ye companions in my song, 
 
 Help me to raise His praises high ; 
 For my unaided powers are far too weak 
 The glories of His mighty works to speak. 
 
 And first, O Father, praise to Thee 
 
 For all I am and all I have, 
 It was Thy merciful decree 
 
 179 
 
 ff
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 That all those blessings richly gave, 
 Which o'er the earth are scattered far and near, 
 To help and gladden us who sojourn here. 
 
 And, dearest Jesus, blest be Thou, 
 Whose heart with pity overflows, 
 Thou rich in help ! who deign'dst to bow 
 
 To earth, and taste her keenest woes ; 
 Thy death has burst my bonds and set me free, 
 Has made me Thine ; henceforth I cling to Thee. 
 
 Nor less to Thee, O Holy Ghost, 
 
 Be everlasting honours paid, 
 For all Thy comfort, Lord, and most 
 
 That I a child of life am made 
 By Thy deep lore ; my good deeds are not mine, 
 Thou workest them through me, O Light Divine. 
 
 Yes, Lord, through all my changing days, 
 
 With each new scene afresh I mark 
 How wondrously Thou guid'st my ways, 
 
 Where all seems troubled, wilder'd, dark ; 
 When dangers thicken fast, and hopes depart, 
 Thy light beams comfort on my sinking heart. 
 
 Shall I not then be fill'd with joy, 
 
 Shall I not praise Thee evermore? 
 Triumphant songs my lips employ, 
 
 E'en when my cup of woe runs o'er; 
 Nay, though the heavens should vanish as a scroll, 
 Nothing shall shake or daunt my trusting soul.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 But of Thy goodness will I sing 
 
 As long as I have life and breath, 
 Offerings of thanks I'll daily bring 
 Until my heart is still in death ; 
 And when at last my lips grow pale and cold, 
 Yet in my sighs Thy praises shall be told. 
 
 Father, do Thou in mercy deign 
 To listen to my earthly lays ; 
 Once shall I learn a nobler strain, 
 
 Where angels ever hymn Thy praise, 
 There in the radiant choir I too shall sing 
 Loud hallelujahs to my glorious King. 
 
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 a 
 
 Cfoentu-first Smtbctg aftor Crinitg. 
 
 llL % ID Jj^ stronghold our God is He, 
 -O LJ 4-1 4-4 A trusty shield and weapon ; 
 I Our help He'll be and set us free 
 I From every ill can happen. 
 
 That old malicious foe 
 
 Intends us deadly woe ; And deepest craft as well, 
 Arm'd with the strength of hell On earth is not his fellow.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 BE 
 
 STRONG 
 
 IN THE LORD, 
 
 AND IN THE 
 
 POWER OF 
 HIS MIGHT. 
 
 PUT ON 
 THE WHOLE 
 ARMOUR OF 
 
 GOD, 
 
 THAT YE 
 
 MAY BE ABLE 
 
 TO STAND 
 AGAINST THE 
 
 WILES OF 
 THE DEVIL. 
 
 FOR 
 
 WE WRESTLE 
 
 NOT AGAINST 
 
 FLESH AND 
 
 BLOOD, 
 
 BUT AGAINST 
 
 PRINCIPALITIES, 
 
 AGAINST POWERS, 
 
 AGAINST 
 THE RULERS 
 
 OF THE 
 DARKNESS 
 
 OF 
 
 THIS WORLD, 
 
 AGAINST 
 
 SPIRITUAL 
 
 WICKEDNESS 
 
 IN 
 HIGH PLACES. 
 
 From the 
 Epistle. 
 
 Through our own force we nothing can, 
 Straight were we lost for ever ; 
 
 But for us fights the proper Man, 
 By God sent to deliver. 
 
 Ask ye who this may be? 
 
 Christ Jesus named is He, 
 
 Of Sabaoth the Lord ; 
 
 Sole God to be adored ; 
 
 'Tis he must win the battle. 
 
 And were the world with devils fill'd, 
 
 All eager to devour us, 
 Our souls to fear should little yield, 
 
 They cannot overpower us. 
 Their dreaded Prince no more 
 Can harm us as of yore ; 
 Look grim as e'er he may, 
 Doom'd is his ancient sway ; 
 A word can overthrow him. 
 
 Still shall they leave that Word His might, 
 And yet no thanks shall merit ; 
 
 Still is He with us in the fight, 
 By His good gifts and Spirit. 
 
 E'en should they take our life, 
 
 Goods, honour, children, wife 
 
 Though all of these be gone, 
 
 Yet nothing have they won, 
 
 God's kingdom ours abideth ! 
 
 LUTHEB. 
 
 Hymn composed on the road to Worms. 
 I53- 
 
 183
 
 TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY 
 
 AFTER 
 
 TRINITY. 
 
 Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto 
 
 thine own understanding. From the Lesson . 
 
 OW blest to all Thy followers, Lord, the road 
 By which Thou lead'st them on, yet oft how strange ! 
 
 But Thou in all dost seek our highest good, 
 
 For Truth were true no longer, couldst Thou change. 
 
 Though crooked seem the paths, yet are they straight, 
 By which Thou draw'st Thy children up to Thee, 
 And passing wonders by the way they see, 
 
 And learn at last to own Thee wise and great 
 
 * No human laws can bind Thy Spirit, Lord, 
 
 That reason or opinion frame for us ; 
 The knot of doubt is sever'd by Thy sword, 
 
 Or falls unravell'd if Thou wiliest thus. 
 The strongest bonds are weak to Thee, O God, 
 
 All sinks and fails that would Thy course oppose : 
 
 Thy lightest word can quell Thy stoutest foes, 
 And desert paths are by Thy footsteps trod. 
 
 What human prudence fondly strives to bind, 
 Thy wisdom sunders far as east from west ; 
 
 Who long beneath the yoke of man have pined. 
 Thy hand exalteth high above the rest. 
 
 ,8 4
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 The world would scatter, Thou dost union give ; 
 
 She breaks, Thou buildest ; what she builds is made 
 A ruin'd heap ; her light is nought but shade ; 
 
 Her dead Thy Spirit calls to rise and live. 
 
 Is there an act our reason would applaud ? 
 
 Lo ! in Thy book hast Thou the example given ; 
 But him whom none as wise and pious laud, 
 
 Thou often lead'st in secret up to Heaven, 
 As Thou didst leave the Pharisee, to go 
 
 And eat with sinners whom all else forsook. 
 
 Who can search out Thy purposes, or look 
 Into the abyss of wisdom whence they flow 1
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Our all, O God, is nothing in Thine eyes, 
 Our nothing Thou regardest oft with love ; 
 
 Glory and pomp of words Thou dost not prize, 
 Thy impulse only gives them power to move. 
 
 Thy noblest works awaken not man's praise, 
 For they are hidden, and he blindly turns 
 Away, nor though he see, their light discerns, 
 
 Too gross his sense, too keen their dazzling rays. 
 
 O Ruler ! We would bless Thee and adore, 
 
 At whose command we live or turn to dust; 
 When Thou dost give us of Thy wisdom's store, 
 
 We see how true Thy care, and learn to trust. 
 Thy wisdom plays with us as with a child, 
 
 Who playing learns his Father loves him well ; 
 
 'Tis love that brings Thee down with man to dwell, 
 Love guides our faltering footsteps through the wild. 
 
 Now seems to us o'er harsh and strict Thy school, 
 Now dost Thou greet us mild and tenderly, 
 
 Now when our wilder passions break Thy rule, 
 Thy judgments fright us back again to Thee. 
 
 With downcast eyes we seek Thy face again, 
 Thou kissest us, we promise fair amends, 
 Once more Thy Spirit rest and pardon sends, 
 
 And curbs our passions with a stronger rein. 
 
 1 86
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Thou know'st, O Father, all our weakness well, 
 
 Our impotence, our foolishness of mind ; 
 Almost a passing glance may serve to tell 
 
 How weak are we, how ignorant, how blind, 
 And so Thou comest with Thy help and stay, 
 
 A father's rule, a mother's love are Thine ; 
 
 The lamb, on whom none else discern Thy sign, 
 Thou earnest in Thy bosom day by day. 
 
 The common ways are trodden not of Thee, 
 
 Thy steps are seldom traced by mortal eyes, 
 Yet art Thou near us, and unseen, dost see 
 
 All hopes and wishes that within us rise. 
 The bright reflection of Thy inner thought 
 
 Is day by day before our eyes outspread ; 
 
 Who thinks he quickest hath Thy meaning read, 
 Is oft another deeper lesson taught. 
 
 O Eye, whose glance no falsehood can endure, 
 Grant me to wisely judge, and well discern 
 
 Nature from grace Thy Light serene and pure 
 From grosser fires that in and round me burn. 
 
 Let no strange fire be kindled on the shrine 
 Within my heart, lest I should madly bring 
 The hated offering unto Thee, O King. 
 
 Ah, blest the soul whose light is born of Thine-! 
 
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 .8;
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 When reason contradicts Thy law, or climbs 
 So high, she weeneth to know more than Thou, 
 
 Break down her confidence, great God, betimes, 
 And teach her lowly at Thy feet to bow. 
 
 Nor let my proud heart dictate, Lord, to Thee, 
 But tame the wayward will that seeks its own, 
 And wake the love that clings to Thee alone, 
 
 And takes Thy judgments in humility. 
 
 Absorb my will in Thine ; support and bear 
 
 Onward in loving arms Thy timid child; 
 Thy Spirit's voice dispels all doubt, all fear, 
 
 And quells the passions erst so fierce and wild. 
 Thou art mine All, since that Thy Son is mine ; 
 
 Oh let Thy Spirit work with power in me, 
 
 With strong desire I thirst, I pant for Thee, 
 Oh joy whene'er Thy glories round me shine ! 
 
 So shall the creature ever serve me here, 
 
 Nor angels blush to bear me company ; 
 The perfect spirits to Thy throne most near, 
 
 They are my brethren, waiting there for me ; 
 And oft my spirit joys to meet a heart, 
 
 That loveth Thee and me and every saint. 
 
 Is aught then left can make me sad and faint ? 
 Come, Fount of Joy ! vain sorrows, all depart ! 
 
 GOTTFRIED ARNOLD. 1666-1714. 
 
 188
 
 TWENTY-THIRD 
 AFTER 
 TRINITY. 
 
 For our conversation is in heaven ; from whence also 
 we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ ; 
 tcho shall change our vile body, that it may be 
 fashioned like unto His glorious tody, according to 
 the working whereby He is able ei'en to subdue all 
 things unto Himself. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 who will in thee rejoice, 
 
 O thou fair and wondrous earth ! 
 Ever anguish'd sorrow's voice 
 
 Pierces through thy seeming mirth ; 
 Let thy vain delights be given 
 Unto them who love not Heaven, 
 My desire is fix'd on Thee, 
 Jesus, dearest far to me ! 
 
 Weary souls with toil outworn, 
 Drooping 'neath the glaring light, 
 
 Wish that soon the coming morn 
 Might be quench'd again in night, 
 
 That their toils might find a close 
 
 In a soft and deep repose : 
 
 I but wish to rest in Thee, 
 
 Jesus, dearest far to me ! 
 
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 189
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Others dare the treacherous wave, 
 Hidden rock and shifting wind 
 Storm and danger let them brave, 
 Earthly good or wealth to find ; 
 Faith shall wing my upward flight 
 Far above yon starry height, 
 Till I find myself with Thee, 
 Jesus, dearest Friend to me ! 
 
 Many a time ere now I said, 
 
 Many a time again shall say, 
 Would to God that I were dead, 
 Would that in my grave I lay ! 
 Rest were mine, and sweet my lot 
 Where the body hindereth not, 
 And the soul can ever be, 
 Jesus, dearest Lord, with Thee ! 
 
 Come, O Death, thou twin of Sleep, 
 
 Lead me hence, I pray thee come, 
 Loose my rudder, through the deep 
 
 Guide my vessel safely home. 
 Thy approach who will may fly, 
 'Twere a joy to me to die, 
 Death but opes the gates to Thee, 
 Jesus, dearest Friend to me ! 
 
 Would that I to-day might leave 
 This my earthly prison here, 
 
 And my crown of joy receive 
 Waiting me in yon bright sphere ! 
 
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 190
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 In that home of joy, where dwell 
 Hosts of angels, would I tell 
 How the Godhead shines in Thee, 
 Jesus, dearest Lord to me ! 
 
 But not yet the gates of gold 
 
 I may see nor enter in, 
 Nor the heavenly fields behold, 
 
 But must sit and mourning spin 
 Life's dark thread on earth below ; 
 Let my thoughts then hourly go 
 Whither I myself would be, 
 Jesus, dearest Lord, with Thee ! 
 
 JL FRANCE. 
 
 191
 
 TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY 
 AFTER TRINITY. .. 
 
 Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and 
 troubled about many things : but one thing is needful, and Mary hath 
 chosen that good fart which shall not be taken away from her. 
 
 Luke x. 41, 42. 
 
 tyt t~t thing is needful ! Let me deem Q 
 J- ^ t-4 Aright of that whereof He spoke ; 
 All else, how sweet soe'er it seem, 
 
 Is but in truth a heavy yoke, 
 'Neath which the toiling spirit frets and pants, 
 Yet never finds the happiness it wants : 
 This One can make amends, whate'er I miss, 
 Who hath it finds in all his joy through this ! 
 
 My soul, wouldst thou this one thing find ? 
 
 Seek not amid created things ; 
 Leave what is earthly far behind, 
 
 O'er Nature heavenward stretch thy wings, 
 Where God and man are One, in whom appear 
 All truth and fulness, thou hast found it here, 
 The better part, the One thing needful He, 
 My One, my All, my Joy, who saveth me. 
 
 As Mary once devoutly sought 
 
 The Eternal truth, the better part, 
 And sat, enwrapt in holy thought, 
 
 At Jesu's feet with burning heart, 
 For nought else caring, yearning for the word 
 That should be spoken by her Friend, her Lord, 
 Losing her All in Him, His word believing, 
 And through the One all things again receiving : 
 
 192
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Even so is all my heart's desire 
 
 Fix'd, dearest Lord, on Thee alone ; 
 Oh make me true and draw me nigher, 
 And make Thyself, O Christ, my own. 
 Though many turn aside to join the crowd, 
 To follow Thee in love my heart is vow'd, 
 Thy word is life and spirit, whither go 1 
 What joy is there in Thee we cannot know? 
 
 All perfect wisdom lies in Thee 
 
 As in its primal hidden source; 
 Oh let my will submissive be, 
 
 And hold henceforth its even course, 
 Controll' d by truth and meekness, for high Heaven 
 To lowly simple hearts hath wisdom given; 
 Who knoweth Christ aright, and in Him lives, 
 Hath won the highest prize that wisdom gives. 
 
 Oh that my soul from sleep might wake, 
 
 And ever, Lord, Thine image bear ! 
 Thee for my portion I will take, 
 
 Thy holiness Thou bidd'st us share, 
 Whate'er we need for God-like walk and life 
 Is given to us in Thee ; oh end this strife, 
 And free me from the love of passing things, 
 To know alone the life from Thee that springs ! 
 
 What can I ask for more 1 Behold 
 
 Thy mercy is a very flood ; 
 I know that Thou hast pass'd of old 
 
 Into the Holiest through Thy blood,
 
 -a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 And there redeem'd for ever those who lay 
 Beneath the rule of Satan ; now are they 
 Made free by Thee, who erst were slaves and weak, 
 And childlike hearts the name of Father speak. 
 
 Deep joy and peace and holy calm 
 Fill my once restless spirit now; 
 O'er verdant pastures free from harm, 
 
 She follows Thee, her shepherd Thou ; 
 Whate'er rejoices or consoles us here, 
 Is not so sweet as feeling Thou art near ; 
 This One is needful, but all else is dross, 
 Let me win Christ, all other gain is loss. 
 
 SCHROGER. 
 
 1697. 
 
 ONE THING HAVE I DESIRED 
 
 01 THE LOBD, THAT WILL I SEEK lin.i;; THAT 
 
 MAY DWELL IN THE HOUSE OF 1HE LOBD ALL THE Di\S 
 
 LIIE, TO BEHOLD THE BEAUTY OY TUB LORD, AND 
 
 TO ENUU1BE IN HIS TEMPLE. 
 
 Psalm xxvii. 4. 
 
 194
 
 AFTER 
 
 Behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that I will raise unto David a 
 righteous Branch, and a King shall reign, and prosper, and shall execute 
 
 judgment and justice in the earth. 
 
 From the Passage for the Epistle. 
 
 of the nations, come ! 
 Ransom of earth, here make Thy home ! 
 Bright Sun, oh dart Thy flame to earth, 
 u For so shall God in Christ have birth ! 
 
 O ^<. 
 
 Thou comest from Thy kingly throne, 
 O Son of God, the Virgin's Son ! 
 Thou Hero of a twofold race, 
 Dost walk in might earth's darkest place. 
 ;--<. 
 
 
 
 Thou stoopest once to suffer here, 
 And risest o'er the starry sphere ; 
 Hell's gates at Thy descent were riven, 
 Thy ascent is to highest Heaven. 
 
 One with the Father ! Prince of might ! 
 O'er nature's realm assert Thy right, 
 Our sickly bodies pine to know 
 Thy heavenly strength, Thy living glow. 
 
 O 
 
 How bright Thy lowly manger beams ! 
 Down earth's dark vale its glory streams, 
 The splendour of Thy natal night 
 Shines through all Time in deathless light. 
 
 FRANC K. 
 
 After St. Ambrose. 
 
 195
 
 St. ANDREWS 
 DAY. 
 
 And Jesus saith unto them, Follma 
 me. . .And they straightway left 
 their nets, and followed Him. 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 QL.L.QW me, in me ye 
 
 live, 
 
 What ye ask I freely give, 
 Only heed ye lest ye stray, 
 Follow me, the Living Way ; 
 Follow me with all your 
 
 hearts, 
 
 I will ward off sorrow's darts ; 
 Learn from Christ your Lord 
 
 to be 
 Rich in meek humility. 
 
 Yea, Lord, meet it is indeed 
 We should all Thy bidding 
 
 heed ; 
 Who in fear of this world's 
 
 blame, 
 Counts Thy lowly yoke a 
 
 shame, 
 To Thy name, Lord, hath no 
 
 right, 
 
 Is no Christian, in Thy sight. 
 Ah too well I know that we, 
 Here on earth, should follow 
 
 Thee. 
 
 196
 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Where is strength, Lord, to fulfil, 
 Glad at heart, Thy works and will, 
 Following on where Thou hast trod ? 
 All too weak am I, O God ; 
 If awhile Thy paths I keep, 
 Soon I pine for rest and sleep ; 
 E'en to love Thee, Lord, aright, 
 Passeth far my feeble might. 
 
 Yet I will not turn from Thee, 
 Yet my joy in Christ shall be ; 
 Help me, make me strong and bold, 
 Firm and fast Thy grace to hold ; 
 This world and her lusts I leave, 
 Only to my Lord I cleave ; 
 All their promises are lies, 
 But who follows Thee is wise. 
 
 Thou hast gone before us, Lord, 
 Not with anger, strife, or sword, 
 Not with kingly pomp and pride, 
 But with mercy at Thy side. 
 Moved by wondrous love divine 
 For our life Thou gavest Thine, 
 And Thy precious outpour'd blood, 
 Won for us the highest good. 
 
 '97
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Let us follow in such sort, 
 Christ-like every deed and thought, 
 That Thy love most true and kind 
 All our hearts henceforth may bind ; 
 None may look behind him now, 
 Who to Christ hath pledged his vow ; 
 Jesus leads, no longer stand, 
 Follow me, is His command. 
 
 Draw me up, my God, from hence, 
 Raise me high o'er earth and sense, 
 That I lose not Thee from sight, 
 Nor in life nor death, my Light ! 
 In my soul's most deep recess 
 Let me cherish holiness, 
 Not for show or human praise, 
 But for Thy sake, all my days. 
 
 Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, 
 So my course to run nor tire, 
 That my practised soul may prove 
 What Thy meekness, what Thy love. 
 Grant me here to trust Thy grace, 
 There with joy to see Thy face, 
 This in time my portion be, 
 That through all eternity ! 
 
 RlST. 1644. 
 
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 S T. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. 
 
 And Thomas attfivered and said 
 tinto Him, My Lord and my 
 God. Jesus saith unto Him, 
 Thomas, because thou hast seen 
 me thou hast believed ; blessed are 
 they that have not seen, and yet 
 have believed. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 Xjf J \f tjt" in the spirit-world 
 
 my soul had sought 
 Some friendly being, close to 
 
 her akin ; 
 Long had prepared a dwelling 
 
 in her thought 
 And heart for such an one ; 
 
 for she could win 
 Through Him alone her 
 
 strength, for Him she 
 
 yearn'd, 
 Toward Him her fervent 
 
 longing ever burn'd. 
 
 And rich the world in things 
 
 invisible. 
 In heathen gods, and spirits 
 
 great and small, 
 And bright and dark ; yet 
 
 ever did she dwell 
 Alone, for One was wanting 
 
 'mid them all ; 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 One having might and glory, rich in love, 
 
 God, who as man could shame and weakness prove. 
 
 Then came the Word, and took on Him our flesh, 
 And dwelt with men, here in the world of sight, 
 
 And made an end of strife, and link'd afresh 
 Our sinful earth unto the throne of light; 
 
 Into His ancient glory He is gone, 
 
 And yet He dwells with us till time be done. 
 
 Thus. O my soul, hast thou received thy will ; 
 
 The glory of the world of ghosts is dim 
 Before the One, who is, and was, and still 
 
 Shall ever be ; all hearts are fix'd on Him, 
 And spirit worlds, since He is there, become. 
 Hallow'd and safe to thee, thy proper home. 
 
 Thou soarest now through all their heights sublime, 
 And not as once dost empty back return, 
 
 But gazing on Thy God, forgettest time 
 
 Beneath His loving glance, whence thou wouldst learn 
 
 How thou shouldst love, and know His Word aright : 
 
 Ah, blest the love and faith that ask not sight ! 
 
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 Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in 
 peace, according to Thy word ; for mine 
 eyes have seen Thy salvation. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 Gentile world ! 
 
 joy and love ! 
 
 Drawn by Thy Spirit we are come 
 Thy presence, Lord, to prove. 
 Within Thy temple walls 
 
 * Kf/" 
 
 ^r We wait with earnest mind, 
 
 As Simeon waited long of old 
 His Saviour God to find. 
 
 Thou wilt be found of us, 
 
 O Lord, in every place, 
 Where Thou hast promised faithfully 
 
 We should behold Thy face. 
 
 Thou yet dost suffer us, 
 
 W T ho oft are gather'd here, 
 To bear Thee in the arms of faith 
 
 As once that aged seer. 
 
 Be Thou our bliss, our light 
 
 Shining 'mid pain and loss, 
 Our Sun of strength in time of fear, 
 
 The glory round our cross ; 
 
 A glow in sinking hearts, 
 
 A sunbeam in distress, 
 Physician, nurse, in sickness' hours, 
 
 In death our happiness.
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Oh let us, Lord, prevail 
 
 With Simeon at the last; 
 May we take up his dying song 
 
 When life is waning fast ! 
 
 "Let me depart in peace, 
 
 Since that mine aged eyes 
 Have seen the Saviour here on earth, 
 
 Have seen His day arise." 
 
 Yes, with the eye of faith 
 
 My Jesus I behold ; 
 No foe can rob me of my Lord, 
 
 Though fierce his threats and bold. 
 
 I dwell within Thy heart, 
 
 Thou dost in mine abide, 
 Not sorrow, pain nor death itself, 
 
 Can tear me from Thy side. 
 
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 JL FRANCE.
 
 a 
 
 Come unto Me, all ye that labour and 
 
 are heavy laden, and I will give vou 
 
 rest. From the Gospel. 
 
 EB, 
 
 there remaineth yet a 
 
 rest ! 
 Arise, sad heart, who now dost 
 
 pine, 
 
 By heavy care and pain opprest, 
 On whom no sun of joy can 
 
 shine ; 
 Look to the Lamb ! in yon 
 
 bright fields 
 Thou'lt know the joy His 
 
 presence yields ; 
 Cast off thy load and thither 
 
 haste ; 
 Soon shalt thou fight and bleed 
 
 no more, 
 Soon, soon thy weary course 
 
 be o'er, 
 And deep the rest thou then 
 
 shalt taste : 
 
 The rest appointed thee of God, 
 The rest that nought shall break 
 
 or move, 
 That ere this earth by man 
 
 was trod 
 Was set apart for thee by Love. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Our Saviour gave His life to win 
 This rest for thee ; oh enter in ! 
 
 Hear how His voice sounds far and wide : 
 Ye weary souls, no more delay, 
 Nor loiter faithless by the way, 
 Here in my peace and rest abide ! 
 
 Ye heavy-laden, come to Him ! 
 
 Ye who are bent with many a load, 
 Come from your prisons drear and dim, 
 
 Toil not thus sadly on your road ! 
 Ye've borne the burden of the day, 
 And hear ye not your Saviour say, 
 I am your refuge and your rest? 
 
 His children ye, of heavenly birth, 
 
 Howe'er may rage sin, hell, or earth, 
 Here are ye safe, here calmly blest. 
 
 Yonder in joy the sheaves we bring, 
 
 Whose seed was sown on earth in tears ; 
 
 There in our Father's house we sing 
 
 The song too sweet for mortal ears. 
 Sorrow and sighing all are past, 
 And pain and death are fled at last, 
 
 There with the Lamb of God we dwell, 
 He leads us to the crystal river, 
 He wipes away all tears for ever; 
 
 What there is ours no tongue can tell. 
 
 Hunger nor thirst can pain us there, 
 The time of recompense is come, 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Nor cold nor scorching heat we bear, 
 Safe shelter'd in our Saviour's home. 
 The Lamb is in the midst ; and those 
 Who follow'd Him through shame and woes, 
 Are crown'd with honour, joy, and peace. 
 The dry bones gather life again, 
 One Sabbath over all shall reign, 
 Wherein all toil and labour cease. 
 
 There is untroubled calm and light, 
 No gnawing care shall mar our rest ; 
 
 Ye weary, heed this word aright, 
 
 Come, lean upon your Saviour's breast. 
 Fain would I linger here no more, 
 Fain to yon happier world upsoar, 
 
 And join that bright expectant band. 
 Oh raise, my soul, the joyful song 
 That rings through yon triumphant throng ; 
 
 Thy perfect rest is nigh at hand. 
 
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 THE &HHtmctATtOH. 
 
 Behold the handmaid of the Lord ; be it unto me according to TJiy word. 
 
 From the Gospel. 
 
 my spirit fain would sink 
 In Thy heart and hands, my God, 
 
 Waiting till Thou show the end 
 Of the ways she here hath trod ; 
 
 Stripp'd of self, how calm her rest 
 
 On her loving Father's breast ! 
 
 And my soul repineth not, 
 Well content whate'er befall ; 
 
 Murmurs, wishes, of self-will, 
 
 They are slain and vanquish'd all, 
 
 Restless thoughts, that fret and crave, 
 
 Slumber in her Saviour's grave. 
 
 And my soul is free from care, 
 
 For her thoughts from all things cease 
 
 That can pierce like sharpest thorns 
 Wounding sore the inner peace. 
 
 He who made her careth well, 
 
 She but seeks in peace to dwell. 
 
 And my soul despaireth not, 
 
 Loving God amid her woe ; 
 Grief that wrings and breaks the heart 
 
 Only they who hate Him know : 
 They who love Him still possess 
 Comfort in their worst distress. 
 
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 a 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 And my soul complaineth not, 
 For she knows not pain or fear, 
 
 Clinging to her God in faith, 
 
 Trusting though He slay her here. 
 
 'Tis when flesh and blood repine, 
 
 Sun of joy, Thou canst not shine. 
 
 Thus my soul before her God 
 Lieth still, nor speaketh more, 
 
 Conqueror thus o'er pain and wrong, 
 That once smote her to the core ; 
 
 Like a silent ocean, bright 
 
 With her God's great praise and light. 
 
 WINKLER. 
 
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 St. Barnabas' Oau. 
 
 We preach tinfo you that ye should 
 turn from these vanities unto the 
 living God which made heaven, 
 and earth, and the sea, and all 
 things that are therein : -who in 
 time past suffered all nations to 
 walk in their own ways. Never- 
 theless He left not Himselfwithotti 
 witness, in that He did good, 
 and gave us rain from heaven, 
 and fruitful seasons, filling our 
 hearts -with food and gladness. 
 
 From the Lesson. 
 
 HALL 
 
 I not sing 
 
 praise to Thee, 
 Shall I not give thanks, O 
 
 Lord? 
 
 Since for us in all I see 
 How Thou keepest watch 
 
 and ward ; 
 How the truest tenderest 
 
 love 
 Ever fills Thy heart, my 
 
 God, 
 Helping, cheering, on their 
 
 road, 
 All who in Thy service 
 
 move. 
 All things else have but 
 
 their day, 
 God's love only lasts for 
 
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 a a 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 As the eagle o'er her nest 
 
 Spreads her sheltering wings abroad, 
 So from all that would molest, 
 
 Doth Thine arm defend me, Lord ; 
 From my youth up e'en till now 
 
 Of the being Thou didst give, 
 
 And the earthly life I live, 
 Faithful Guardian still wert Thou. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye. 
 
 Nay, He kept not back His Son, 
 
 But hath given Him for our good, 
 And our safety He hath won 
 
 By the shedding of His blood. 
 O Thou fathomless abyss ! 
 
 My weak powers but strive in vain, 
 
 Knowledge of Thy depths to gain, 
 Man knows not such love as this. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye. 
 
 And His Spirit, blessed Guide, 
 
 In His holy Word doth teach, 
 How on earth we may abide, 
 
 So that heaven at last we reach ; 
 Every longing heart doth fill 
 
 With the pure true light of faith, 
 
 That can break the bonds of death, 
 And control the powers of ill. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Truly hath He cared indeed 
 
 For my soul's health, and no less 
 
 If my body suffer need, 
 
 Will He help in my distress. 
 
 When my strength and courage fail, 
 When my powers can do no more, 
 Doth my God such strength outpour, 
 
 That I rise up and prevail. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye. 
 
 All the hosts of heaven and earth, 
 Hath He placed at my command, 
 
 Nowhere is there lack or dearth, 
 But I find in sea and land 
 
 All things order'd for my wants, 
 Living things in fields and woods, 
 On the heights or in the floods, 
 
 And the earth brings forth her plants. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye. 
 
 When I sleep my Guardian wakes, 
 And revives my wearied mind ; 
 
 Every morning on me breaks 
 
 With some mark of love most kind ; 
 
 Had my God not stood my Friend, 
 Had His countenance not been 
 Here my guide, I had not seen 
 
 Many a trial reach its end. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Often hath my crafty Foe 
 
 Threaten'd to bring down on me 
 Many a sore and heavy woe, 
 
 From which yet my life is free ; 
 For the angel whom God sends, 
 
 Wards off every threaten'd hurt, 
 
 Every evil doth avert 
 That mine Enemy intends. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye. 
 
 As a father ne'er withdraws 
 
 From a child his all of love, 
 Though it often break his laws, 
 
 Though it careless, wilful, prove : 
 Even so my loving Lord 
 
 Doth my faults with pity see, 
 
 With His rod He chastens me, 
 Not avenging with His sword. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye. 
 
 When His strokes upon me light, 
 
 Bitterly I feel their smart, 
 Yet are they, if seen aright, 
 
 Tokens that my Father's heart 
 Yearns to bring me back again 
 
 Through these crosses to His fold, 
 
 From the world that fain would hold 
 Soul and body in its chain. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 All my life I still have found, 
 
 And I will forget it never, 
 Every sorrow hath its bound, 
 
 And no cross endures for ever. 
 After all the winter's snows 
 
 Comes sweet summer back again, 
 
 Patient souls ne'er wait in vain, 
 Joy is given for all their woes. 
 
 All things else have but their day, 
 God's love only lasts for aye. 
 
 Since then neither change nor end 
 In Thy love can e'er have place, 
 
 Father ! I beseech Thee send 
 Unto me Thy loving grace. 
 
 Help Thy feeble child, and give 
 Strength to serve Thee day and night, 
 Loving Thee with all my might, 
 
 While on earth I yet must live ; 
 
 So shall I when Time is o'er, 
 Praise and love Thee evermore. 
 
 0I PAUL GEBHAHQT. , Q 
 
 1659. 
 
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 B T. MICHAEL 
 A W G ALL ANGELS, 
 
 and thanks to Thee be sung, 
 Mighty God, in sweetest tone ! 
 Lo ! from every land and tongue, 
 
 Nations gather round Thy Throne, 
 Praising Thee, that Thou dost send, 
 
 Daily from Thy Heaven above, 
 \ Angel-messengers of love, 
 Who Thy threaten'd Church defend. 
 Who can offer worthily, 
 Lord of angels, praise to Thee ! 
 
 'Tis your office, Spirits bright, 
 
 Still to guard us night and day, 
 And before your heavenly might, 
 
 Powers of darkness flee away ; 
 Ever doth your unseen host 
 
 Camp around us, and avert 
 
 All that seeks to do us hurt, 
 Curbing Satan's malice most. 
 Lord, who then can worthily 
 For such goodness honour Thee ! 
 
 And ye come on ready wing, 
 
 When we drift toward sheer despair, 
 
 Seeing nought where we might cling, 
 Suddenly, lo, ye are there ! 
 
 And the wearied heart grows strong,
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 As an angel strengthen'd Him, 
 
 Fainting in the garden dim, 
 'Neath the world's vast woe and wrong. 
 Lord, who then can worthily 
 For such mercy honour Thee ! 
 
 Right and seemly is it then 
 
 We should glory, that our God 
 Hath such honour put on men, 
 
 That He sends o'er earth abroad 
 Princes of the realm above, 
 
 Champions, who by day and night, 
 
 Shield us with His holy might ; 
 Come, behold how great His love ! 
 Lord, who then can worthily 
 For such favour honour Thee ! 
 
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 Praise and thanks to Thee be sung, 
 
 Mighty God, in sweetest tone. 
 Lo ! from every land and tongue, 
 
 Nations gather round Thy throne, 
 Praising Thee that Thou dost send, 
 
 Hourly from Thy glorious sphere, 
 
 Angels down to help us here, 
 And Thy threaten'd Church defend. 
 Let us henceforth worthily, 
 Lord of angels, honour Thee. 
 
 HIST. 
 
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 Lo, a great multitude which no man 
 could number, of all nations, and 
 kindreds, and people, and tongues, 
 stood before the throne and before the 
 Lamb, clothed with white robes, and 
 palms in their hands ; and cried 
 with a loud voice, saying, Salvation 
 to our God which sitteth upon the 
 throne and unto the Lamb. 
 
 From the Epistle. 
 
 are those before God's throne, 
 What the crowned host I see 1 
 As the sky with stars thick-strown 
 
 Is their shining company : 
 Hallelujahs, hark, they sing, 
 Solemn praise to God they bring. 
 
 Who are those that in their hands 
 Bear aloft the conqueror's palm, 
 
 As one o'er his foeman stands, 
 Fallen beneath his mighty arm ? 
 
 What the war and what the strife, 
 Whence came such victorious life ? 
 
 Who are those array' d in light, 
 Cloth'd in righteousness divine, 
 
 Wearing robes most pure and white, 
 That unstain'd shall ever shine, 
 
 That can nevermore decay ; 
 
 Whence came all this bright array ?
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 They are those who, strong in faith, 
 Battled for the mighty God ; 
 
 Conquerors o'er the world and death, 
 Following not Sin's crowded road ; 
 
 Through the Lamb who once was slain, 
 
 Did they such high victory gain. 
 
 They are those who much have borne, 
 Trial, sorrow, pain, and care, 
 
 Who have wrestled night and morn 
 With the mighty God in prayer ; 
 
 Now their strife hath found its close, 
 
 God hath turn'd away their woes. 
 
 They are branches of that Stem, 
 Who hath our Salvation been, 
 
 In the blood He shed for them, 
 
 Have they made their raiment clean ; 
 
 Hence they wear such radiant dress, 
 
 Clad in spotless holiness. 
 
 They are those who hourly here 
 Served as priests before their Lord, 
 
 Offering up with gladsome cheer 
 Soul and body at His word. 
 
 Now within the Holy Place, 
 
 They behold Him face to face. 
 
 As the harts at noonday pant 
 For the river fresh and clear, 
 
 Did they ofttimes long and faint 
 For the Living Fountain here. 
 
 Now their thirst is quench'd, they dwell 
 
 With the Lord they loved so well. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Thitherwards I stretch my hands ; 
 
 O Lord Jesus, day by day, 
 In Thy house in these strange lands, 
 
 Compass'd round with foes, I pray, 
 Let me sink not in the war, 
 Drive for me my foes afar. 
 
 Cast my lot in earth and heaven 
 With Thy saints made like to Thee, 
 
 Let my bonds be also riven, 
 
 Make Thy child who loves Thee free ; 
 
 Near the throne where Thou dost shine, 
 
 May a place at last be mine ! 
 
 Ah ! that bliss can ne'er be told, 
 When with all that army bright, 
 
 Thee, my Sun, I shall behold, 
 Shining star-like, with Thy light. 
 
 Amen ! Thanks be brought to Thee, 
 
 Praise through all eternity. 
 
 SCHENK. 
 
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 2IQ
 
 MY 
 
 VOICE 
 
 SHALT THOU 
 
 HEAR IN THE MORNING, 
 
 O LORD ; IN THE MORNING WILL I 
 
 DIRECT MY PRAYER UNTO 
 
 THEE, AND WILL 
 
 LOOK UP.
 
 MORNING HYMNS. 
 
 who madest earth and heaven, 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Who the day and night hast given, 
 
 Sun and moon and starry host, 
 All things wake at Thy command, 
 Held in being by Thy hand : 
 
 God, I thank Thee from my heart, 
 That through all the livelong night, 
 
 Thou hast kept me safe apart 
 From all danger, pain, affright, 
 
 And the cunning of my foe 
 
 Hath not wrought my overthrow. 
 
 Let the night of sin depart, 
 
 As this earthly night hath fled ; 
 
 Jesus, take me to Thy heart, 
 
 In the blood that Thou hast shed 
 
 Is my help and hope alone, 
 
 For the evil I have done.
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Help me as each morn shall break, 
 
 In the Spirit to arise, 
 Let my soul from sin awake, 
 
 That when o'er the aged skies, 
 Shall the morn of Doom appear, 
 I may see it free from fear. 
 
 Ever lead me, ever guide 
 
 All my wanderings by Thy Word ; 
 As Thou hast been, still abide 
 
 My defence, my refuge, Lord. 
 Never safe except with Thee, 
 Ever Thou my Guardian be ! 
 
 Mighty God, I now commend 
 
 Soul and body unto Thee, 
 All the powers that Thou dost lend, 
 
 By Thy hand directed be ; 
 Thou my boast, my strength divine, 
 Keep me with Thee, I am Thine. 
 
 Let Thine angel guard my soul 
 From the Evil One's dark power, 
 
 All his thousand wiles control, 
 Warning, guiding me each hour, 
 
 Till my final rest be come, 
 
 And Thine angel bear me home. 
 
 HEINRICH ALBERT. 
 1644.
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 If. 
 
 golden sunbeams with their joyous gleams, 
 Are kindling o'er earth, her life and mirth, 
 Shedding forth lovely and heart-cheering light ; 
 Through the dark hours' chill I lay silent 
 
 and still, 
 
 But risen at length to gladness and strength, 
 I gaze on the heavens all glowing and bright. 
 
 Mine eyes now behold Thy works, that of old 
 And ever are telling to all men here dwelling, 
 
 How great is Thy glory, how wondrous Thy power ; 
 They tell of the home where the faithful shall come, 
 Who depart to that peace that can change not or cease, 
 
 From earth where all passeth as passes the hour. 
 
 O come let us raise our voices, and praise 
 
 The Maker of all, at His feet let us fall, 
 Offering to Him again all He hath given, 
 
 The best that is ours, our hearts and our powers ; 
 
 Glad songs that we sing Him, thanks that we bring .Him, 
 These are the incense most grateful to Heaven. 
 
 Evening and morning thus ever He cares for us, 
 Blessing, renewing, warding off ruin, 
 These are His works, thus His goodness we prove ; 
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 When we are sleeping, watch He is keeping, 
 When we arise, He gladdens our eyes 
 With the sunshine of mercy, the glow of His love. 
 
 All passeth away, but God liveth aye, 
 
 And changeth in nought ; eternal His Thought, 
 
 His Word and His Will are steadfast and sure ; 
 Never His grace nor His mercy decays, 
 It heals the sad heart from its deadliest smart, 
 
 Giving it life that shall ever endure. 
 
 God, Thou my crown ! forgiving look down, 
 
 And hide from Thy face through Thy pitying grace, 
 All my transgressions against Thy command ; 
 
 Henceforth oh rule me, guide me and school me, 
 
 As Thou seest fit ; my ways I commit 
 All to Thy pleasure, Thy merciful hand. 
 
 Crosses and sorrow may end with the morrow, 
 
 Stormiest seas shall sink into peace, 
 The wild winds are hush'd, and the sunshine returns ; 
 
 So fulness of rest, and the calm of the blest, 
 
 Are waiting me there, in that garden most fair, 
 That home for which daily my spirit here yearns. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 HI. 
 
 j m y soul, awake, 'tis morning, 
 Day is dawning 
 
 O'er the earth, arise and pray ; 
 Come, to Him who made this splendour, 
 
 Thou must render 
 All thy feeble powers can pay. 
 
 From the stars now learn thy duty, 
 
 See their beauty 
 Paling in the golden air ; 
 So God's light thy mists should banish, 
 
 Thus should vanish 
 What to darken'd sense seem'd fair. 
 
 See how everything that liveth, 
 
 Gladly striveth 
 
 On the pleasant light to gaze ; 
 Stirs with joy each thing that groweth, 
 
 As it knoweth 
 Darkness smitten by these rays. 
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Soul, thy incense also proffer ; 
 
 Thou shouldst offer 
 Praise to Him, who from thy head 
 Kept afar the storms of sorrow, 
 
 And the morrow 
 Finds the night in peace hath fled. 
 
 Bid Him bless what thou art doing, 
 
 If pursuing 
 
 Some good aim ; but if there lurks 
 111 intent in thine endeavour, 
 
 May He ever 
 Thwart and turn thee from thy works. 
 
 Think that He, the All-discerning, 
 
 Knows each turning 
 Of thy path, each sinful stain ; 
 Nay what shame would fain gloss over, 
 
 Can discover; 
 All thou dost to Him is plain. 
 
 Bound unto the flying hours 
 
 Are our powers ; 
 
 Earth's vain good floats down their wave, 
 That thy ship, my soul, is hasting, 
 
 Never resting, 
 To its haven in the grave. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Pray that when thy life is closing, 
 
 Calm reposing, 
 
 Thou mayst die, and not in pain ; 
 That, the night of death departed, 
 
 Thou glad-hearted, 
 Mayst behold the Sun again, 
 
 From God's glances shrink thou never, 
 
 Meet them ever ; 
 Who submits him to His grace, 
 Finds that earth no sunshine knoweth 
 
 Such as gloweth 
 O'er his pathway all his days. 
 
 Wakenest thou again to sorrow, 
 
 Oh ! then borrow 
 
 Strength from Him, whose sun-like might 
 On the mountain-summit tarries, 
 
 And yet carries 
 To the vales their mirth and light. 
 
 Round the gifts He on thee showers, 
 
 Fiery towers 
 
 Will He set, be not afraid, 
 Thou shalt dwell 'mid angel legions, 
 
 In the regions 
 Satan's self dares not invade. 
 
 VON CANITZ. 1654-1699. 
 
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 LYRA GERM A NIC A. 
 
 iV. 
 
 f AYS PRIH& of Eternity! 
 
 Dawn on us this morning-tide. 
 Light from Light's exhaustless sea, 
 
 Now no more Thy radiance hide, 
 But dispel with glorious might 
 All our night. 
 
 Let the morning dew of love 
 
 On our sleeping conscience rain ; 
 
 Gentle comfort from above 
 
 Flow through life's long parched plain ; 
 
 Water daily us Thy flock 
 
 From the rock. 
 
 Let the glow of love destroy 
 Cold obedience faintly given ; 
 
 Wake our hearts to strength and joy 
 With the flushing eastern heaven, 
 
 Let us truly rise ere yet 
 
 Life hath set. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Brightest Star of eastern skies, 
 
 Let that final morn appear, 
 When our bodies too shall rise 
 
 Free from all that pain'd them here, 
 Strong their joyful course to run 
 As the sun. 
 
 To yon world be Thou our light, 
 O Thou glorious Sun of grace ; 
 
 Lead us through the tearful night, 
 To yon fair and blessed place, 
 
 Where to joy that never dies 
 We shall rise. 
 
 VON ROSENROTH; 
 
 1684. 
 
 V. 
 
 more from rest I rise again, 
 To greet a day of toil and pain, 
 
 My Heaven-appointed lot ; 
 Unknowing what new grief may be 
 With this new day in store for me, 
 But it shall harm me not 
 I know full well ; my loving God 
 Will send me not a hurtful load. 
 
 My burden every day is new, 
 But every day my God is true, 
 
 And all my cares hath borne : 
 Ere eventide can no man know 
 
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 a -a 1 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 What Day shall bring of joy or woe, 
 
 And though it seem each morn 
 To some new path of suffering call, 
 With God I can surmount it all. 
 
 Since this I know, oh wherefore sink, 
 My faithless heart 1 And why thus shrink 
 
 To take thy load again ? 
 Bear what thou canst, God bears thy lot, 
 The Lord of All, He stumbleth not ; 
 
 Pure blessing shalt thou gain, 
 If thou with Him right onward go, 
 Nor fear'st to tread the path of woe. 
 
 My heart grows strong, all terrors fly 
 Whene'er I feel Thy love Most High, 
 
 Doth compass me around ; 
 But would I have Thee for my shield, 
 No more to sin my soul must yield, 
 
 But in Thy ways be found : 
 Thou, God, wilt never walk my way 
 If from Thy paths my feet should stray. 
 
 But let me feel Thou guidest me, 
 And humbly I will follow Thee, 
 
 Lord, make me true and pure ; 
 Then strong and dauntless in Thy might 
 Against a world of sin I'll fight, 
 
 And know my triumph sure ;
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Then bravely I can meet each day, 
 And fear it not, come what come may. 
 
 My God and Lord, I cast on Thee 
 The load that weighs too sore on me, 
 
 The yoke 'neath which I bow; 
 I lay my rank, my high command, 
 In my Almighty Father's hand, 
 
 Well knowing. Lord, that Thou 
 Wilt ne'er withdraw it, for Thy truth 
 Hath led me onward from my youth. 
 
 To Thee my kindred I commend, 
 For they are safe if Thou defend, 
 
 Oh guard them round about ; 
 My sinful soul would shelter take 
 In Jesu's bosom, for whose sake 
 
 Thou wilt not cast her out ; 
 When soul and body part at last, 
 Then all myself on Thee I cast. 
 
 ANTON ULRICH, 
 
 Dnkc of Brunswick. 
 1767. 
 
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 232
 
 233
 
 EVENING 
 
 AND MORNING 
 
 AND AT NOON WILL 
 
 I PRAY AND CRY ALOUD ! 
 
 AND HE SHALL 
 
 HEAR MY 
 
 VOICE. 
 
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 EVENING HYMNS. 
 
 I. 
 
 happy sunshine all is gone, 
 The gloomy night comes swiftly on ; 
 But shine Thou still, O Christ our Light, 
 
 -Jf Nor let us lose ourselves in night. 
 
 We thank Thee, Father, that this day 
 Thy angels watch' d around our way, 
 And free from harm and vexing fear, 
 Have led us on in safety here. 
 
 Lord, have we anger'd Thee to-day, 
 Remember not our sins, we pray, 
 But let Thy mercy o'er them sweep, 
 And give us calm and restful sleep. 
 
 Thy angels guard our sleeping hours, 
 And keep afar all evil Powers ; 
 And Thou all pain and mischief ward 
 From soul and body, faithful Lord ! 
 
 N. HERMANN.
 
 L V R A G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 II. 
 
 I U Vf all the woods are sleeping, 
 
 And night and stillness creeping 
 O'er field and city, man and beast ; 
 But thou, my heart, awake thee, 
 To prayer awhile betake thee, 
 And praise thy Maker ere thou rest. 
 
 O Sun, where art thou vanish'd 1 
 The Night thy reign hath banish'd, 
 
 Thy ancient foe, the Night. 
 Farewell, a brighter glory 
 My Jesus sheddeth o'er me, 
 
 All clear within me shines His light. 
 
 The last faint beam is going, 
 The golden stars are glowing 
 
 In yonder dark-blue deep ; 
 And such the glory given 
 When called of God to heaven, 
 
 On earth no more we pine and weep. 
 
 The body hastes to slumber, 
 These garments now but cumber ; 
 
 And as I lay them by 
 
 I ponder how the spirit 
 Puts oft" the flesh t' inherit 
 
 A shining robe with Christ on high.
 
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 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 Now thought and labour ceases, 
 For Night the tired releases 
 
 And bids sweet rest begin : 
 
 My heart, there comes a morrow 
 Shall set thee free from sorrow 
 
 And all the dreary toil of sin. 
 
 Ye aching limbs ! now rest you, 
 For toil hath sore oppress'd you, 
 
 Lie down my weary head : 
 
 A sleep shall once o'ertake you 
 
 From which earth ne'er shall wake you, 
 
 Within a narrower colder bed. 
 
 My heavy eyes are closing, 
 When I lie deep reposing 
 
 O soul and body, where are ye ? 
 To helpless sleep I yield them, 
 Oh let Thy mercy shield them, 
 
 Thou sleepless Eye, their guardian be ! 
 
 My Jesus, stay Thou by me, 
 And let no foe come nigh me, 
 
 Safe shelter'd by Thy wing ; 
 
 But would the foe alarm me, 
 Oh let him never harm me, 
 
 But still Thine angels round me sing !
 
 LYRA G E R M A N I C A. 
 
 My loved ones, rest securely, 
 
 From every peril surely 
 Our God will guard your heads ; 
 
 And happy slumbers send you, 
 
 And bid His hosts attend you, 
 And golden-arm'd watch o'er your beds. 
 
 PAUL GERHARDT. 
 1653- 
 
 III 
 
 H H day expires ; 
 
 My soul- desires 
 I And pants to see that day, 
 |[. When the vexing cares of earth 
 Shall be done away. 
 
 The night is here ; 
 
 Oh ! be Thou near, 
 Christ, make it light within ; 
 Drive away from out my heart 
 All the night of sin. 
 
 The sunbeams pale, 
 
 And flee and fail ; 
 O uncreated Sun ! 
 Let Thy light now shine on us, 
 Then our joy were won. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 All things that move 
 
 Below, above, 
 Now with sleep are blest ; 
 Work Thou still in me, while I 
 Calmly in Thee rest. 
 
 When shall the sway 
 
 Of night and day 
 Cease to rule man thus 1 ? 
 When that brightest day of days 
 Once shall dawn on us. 
 
 Ah ! never then 
 Her light again 
 Jerusalem shall miss, 
 For the Lamb shall be her Light, 
 Filling her with bliss. 
 
 Oh were I there ! 
 
 Where all the air 
 With lovely sounds is ringing; 
 Where the saints Thee, Holy Lord, 
 Evermore are singing ! 
 
 Lord Jesus, Thou 
 My rest art now, 
 Oh help me that I come, 
 Radiant with Thy light to shine 
 In Thy glorious home ! 
 
 FREYLINGHAUSEN. 
 1704. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 moon hath risen on high, 
 And in the clear dark sky 
 The golden stars all brightly glow ; 
 
 And black and hush'd the woods, 
 While o'er the fields and floods 
 The white mists hover to and fro. 
 
 How still the earth ! how calm ! 
 
 What dear and home-like charm 
 From gentle twilight doth she borrow ! 
 
 Like to some quiet room, 
 
 Where wrapt in still soft gloom, 
 We sleep away the daylight's sorrow. 
 
 Look up ; the moon to-night 
 
 Shows us but half her light, 
 And yet we know her round and fair. 
 
 At other things how oft 
 
 We in our blindness scofFd, 
 Because we saw not what was there. 
 
 We haughty sons of men 
 
 Have but a narrow ken, 
 We are but sinners poor and weak. 
 
 Yet airy dreams we build, 
 
 And deem us wise and skill'd, 
 And come not nearer what we seek. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Thy mercy let us see, 
 
 Nor find in vanity 
 Our joy; nor trust in what departs; 
 
 But true and simple grow, 
 
 And live to Thee below 
 With sunny pure and childlike hearts. 
 
 Let Death all gently come 
 
 At last to take us home, 
 And let us meet him fearlessly ; 
 
 And when these bonds are riven, 
 
 Oh take us to Thy heaven, 
 Our Lord and God, to dwell with Thee. 
 
 Now in His name most blest 
 
 My brethren sink to rest ; 
 The wind is cold, chill falls the dew. 
 
 Spare us, O God, and keep 
 
 Us safe in quiet sleep, 
 And all the sick and suffering too. 
 
 CLAUDIUS. 
 
 182. 
 
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 I WAS SICK. 
 AND YE VISITED 
 
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 243
 
 * 
 
 THE 
 LORD 
 
 WILL STRENGTHEN 
 
 HIM UPON THE BED 
 
 OF LANGUISHING: THOU WILT 
 
 MAKE ALL HIS BED IN 
 
 HIS SICKNESS. 
 
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 HYMHS 
 FOR THE SICK 
 
 AHO GYING. 
 
 the midst of life, behold 
 
 Death has girt us round. 
 | Whom for help then shall we pray, 
 
 Where shall grace be found ? 
 In Thee, O Lord, alone ! 
 
 We rue the evil we have done, 
 That Thy wrath on us hath drawn. 
 Holy Lord and God ! 
 Strong and Holy God ! 
 Merciful and Holy Saviour ! 
 
 Eternal God ! 
 
 Leave us not to sink beneath 
 These dark pains of bitter death ; 
 Kyrie eleison ! 
 
 In the midst of death the jaws 
 
 Of hell against us gape. 
 AVho from peril dire as this 
 
 Openeth us escape ? 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 'Tis Thou, O Lord, alone ! 
 
 Our bitter suffering and our sin 
 Pity from Thy mercy win, 
 
 Holy Lord and God ! 
 
 Strong and Holy God ! 
 Merciful and Holy Saviour ! 
 
 Eternal God ! 
 
 Let not dread our souls o'erwhelm 
 Of the dark and burning realm, 
 
 Kyrie eleison ! 
 
 In the midst of hell would Sin 
 
 Drive us to despair ; 
 Whither shall we flee away? 
 
 Where is refuge, where ? 
 With Thee, Lord Christ, alone ! 
 
 For Thou hast shed Thy precious blood, 
 All our sins Thou makest good, 
 
 Holy Lord and God ! 
 
 Strong and holy God ! 
 Merciful and holy Saviour ! 
 
 Eternal God ! 
 
 Leave us not to fall in death 
 From the hope of Thy true Faith, 
 
 Kyrie eleison ! 
 
 HOTKER, 
 
 Trans, by LUTHER. 
 
 Written about 900, 
 
 Tr. 1524. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 whom I as love have known, 
 Thou hast sickness laid on me, 
 And these pains are sent of Thee, 
 Under which I burn and moan ; 
 Let them burn away the sin, 
 That too oft hath check'd the love 
 Wherewith Thou my heart wouldst move, 
 When Thy Spirit works within ! 
 
 In my weakness be Thou strong, 
 
 Be Thou sweet when I am sad, 
 
 Let me still in Thee be glad, 
 Though my pains be keen and long. 
 All that plagues my body now, 
 
 All that wasteth me away, 
 
 Pressing on me night and day, 
 Love ordains, for Love art Thou ! 
 
 Suffering is the work now sent, 
 
 Nothing can I do but lie 
 
 Suffering as the hours go by ; 
 All my powers to this are bent 
 Suffering is my gain ; I bow 
 
 To my heavenly Father's will, 
 
 And receive it hush'd and still ; 
 Suffering is my worship now. 
 
 God ! I take it from Thy hand 
 
 As a sign of love, I know 
 
 Thou wouldst perfect me through woe, 
 Till I pure before Thee stand.
 
 a a 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 All refreshment, all the food 
 
 Given me for the body's need, 
 
 Comes from Thee, who lov'st indeed, 
 Comes from Thee, for Thou art good. 
 
 Let my soul beneath her load 
 
 Faint not, through the o'erwearied flesh ; 
 
 Let her hourly drink afresh 
 Love and peace from Thee, my God. 
 Let the body's pain and smart 
 
 Hinder not her flight to Thee, 
 
 Nor the calm Thou givest me ; 
 Keep Thou up the sinking heart. 
 
 Grant me never to complain, 
 
 Make me to Thy will resign'd, 
 
 With a quiet, humble mind, 
 Cheerful on my bed of pain. 
 In the flesh who suffers thus. 
 
 Shall be purified from sin, 
 
 And the soul renew'd within ; 
 Therefore pain is laid on us. 
 
 I commend to Thee my life, 
 
 And my body to the cross ; 
 
 Never let me think it loss 
 That I thus am freed from strife 
 Wholly Thine ; my faith is sure 
 
 Whether life or death be mine, 
 
 I am safe if I am Thine ; 
 For 'tis Love that makes me pure. 
 
 RICHTER. 1713.
 
 -a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 the last agony draws nigh, 
 My spirit sinks in bitter fear : 
 Courage ! I conquer though I die, 
 For Christ with Death once wrestled here. 
 
 Thy strife, O Christ, with Death's dark power 
 
 Upholds me in this fearful hour. 
 
 In faith I hide myself in Thee, 
 I shall not perish in the strife ; 
 
 I share Thy war, Thy victory, 
 
 And Death is swallow'd up in Life. 
 
 Thy strife, O Christ, with Death of yore 
 
 Hath conquer' d, and I fear no more. 
 
 ANON. 
 
 !. 
 
 GHJ3 Jesus Christ, true Man and God, 
 Who borest anguish, scorn, the rod, 
 And diedst at last upon the tree, 
 To bring Thy Father's grace to me ; 
 I pray Thee through that bitter woe, 
 Let me, a sinner, mercy know. 
 
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 a- a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 When comes the hour of failing breath, 
 And I must wrestle, Lord, with death, 
 When from my sight all fades away, 
 And when my tongue no more can say, 
 And when mine ears no more can hear, 
 And when my heart is rack'd with fear ; 
 
 When all my mind is darken'd o'er, 
 And human help can do no more, 
 Then come, Lord Jesus, come with speed, 
 And help me in my hour of need, 
 Lead me from this dark vale beneath, 
 And shorten then the pangs of death. 
 
 All evil spirits drive away, 
 
 But let Thy Spirit with me stay 
 
 Until my soul the body leave ; 
 
 Then in Thy hands my soul receive, 
 
 And let the earth my body keep, 
 
 Till the Last Day shall break its sleep. 
 
 Joyful my resurrection be, 
 
 Thou in the Judgment plead for me, 
 
 And hide my sins, Lord, from Thy face, 
 
 And give me Life of Thy dear grace ! 
 
 I trust Thee utterly, my Lord, 
 
 For Thou hast promised in Thy Word :
 
 a a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 " In truth I tell you, who receives 
 My word, and keeps it, and believes, 
 Shall never fall God's wrath beneath, 
 Shall never taste eternal death ; 
 Though here on earth, in time, he die, 
 He is not therefore lost ; for I 
 
 Will come, and with a mighty hand 
 Will break away Death's strongest band, 
 And lift him hence that he shall be 
 For ever in my realm with Me, 
 For ever living there in bliss." 
 Ah let us not that glory miss ! 
 
 Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt, 
 Help us to wait until Thou wilt 
 That we depart ; and let our faith 
 Be brave and conquer e'en in death, 
 Firm resting on Thy sacred Word, 
 Until we sleep in Thee, our Lord. 
 
 PAUL EBEK. 
 
 1557-
 
 LYRA GERM AN 1C A. 
 
 V. 
 
 M and dig my grave to-day ! 
 
 Weary of my wanderings all, 
 Now from earth I pass away, 
 
 For the heavenly peace doth call ; 
 Angel voices from above 
 Call me to their rest and love. 
 
 Go and dig my grave to-day ! 
 
 Homeward doth my journey tend, 
 And I lay my staff away 
 
 Here where all things earthly end, 
 And I lay my weary head 
 In the only painless bed. 
 
 What is there I yet should do, 
 Lingering in this darksome vale? 
 
 Proud and mighty, fair to view, 
 Are our schemes, and yet they fail, 
 
 Like the sand before the wind, 
 
 That no power of man can bind. 
 
 Farewell, earth, then ; I am glad 
 
 That in peace I now depart, 
 For thy very joys are sad, 
 
 And thy hopes deceive the heart ; 
 Fleeting is thy beauty's gleam, 
 False and changing as a dream. 
 
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 a --- a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 And to you a last good night, 
 
 Sun and moon and stars so dear ; 
 
 Farewell all your golden light ; 
 I am travelling far from here, 
 
 To the splendours of that day 
 
 Where ye all must fade away. 
 
 Farewell, O ye much-loved friends ! 
 
 Grief hath smote you as a sword, 
 But the Comforter descends 
 
 Unto them who love the Lord. 
 Weep not o'er a passing show, 
 To th' eternal world I go. 
 
 Weep not that I take my leave 
 Of the world ; that I exchange 
 
 Errors that too closely cleave, 
 Shadows, empty ghosts that range 
 
 Through this world of nought and night, 
 
 For a land of truth and light. 
 
 Weep not, dearest to my heart, 
 
 For I find my Saviour near, 
 And I know that I have part 
 
 In the pains He suffer'd here, 
 When He shed His sacred blood 
 For the whole world's highest good. 
 
 Weep not, my Redeemer lives ; 
 
 Heavenward springing from the dust, 
 Clear-eyed Hope her comfort gives ;
 
 -a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Faith, Heaven's champion, bids us trust ; 
 Love eternal whispers nigh, 
 " Child of God, fear not to die ! " 
 
 E. M. ARNDT. 
 
 H H H I have conquered ; then at last 
 
 My course is run, good night ! 
 I am well pleased that it is past ; 
 A thousand times, good night ! 
 But ye, dear friends, whom I must leave, 
 
 Look not thus anxiously ; 
 O wherefore thus lament and grieve ? 
 It standeth well with me. 
 
 Farewell, O anguish, pain, and fear, 
 
 Farewell, farewell for ever ! 
 It glads my heart to leave you here, 
 
 Redeeni'd from you for ever ! 
 Henceforth a life of joy I share, 
 
 In my Creator's hand ; 
 None of the griefs can touch me there, 
 
 That haunt this lower land. 
 
 Who yet o'er earth in time must roam, 
 
 Not yet from error free, 
 Scarce lisp the language of our home, 
 
 The glad eternity. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Far better is a happy death, 
 
 Than worldly life, I trow; 
 The weakness once I sank beneath, 
 
 I nevermore shall know. 
 
 Lay on my coffin many a wreath, 
 
 For conquerors wreath'd are seen ; 
 And lo ! my soul attains through death 
 
 The crown of evergreen, 
 That blooms in fadeless groves of heaven ; 
 
 And this fair victor's crown, 
 That mighty Son of God hath given, 
 
 Who for my sake came down. 
 
 'Twas but a while that I was sent 
 
 To dwell among you here ; 
 Now God resumes what He hath lent, 
 
 Oh grieve not o'er my bier ; 
 But say, 'twas given at His command 
 
 Who takes it, He is just ; 
 Our life and death are in His hand, 
 
 His servants can but trust. 
 
 That ye should see my grave, alas ! 
 
 Shows we are frail indeed ; 
 That it so soon should come to pass, 
 
 Our Father hath decreed, 
 And He your bitter grief shall still ; 
 
 Think not too young am I, 
 For he who dies as God doth will, 
 
 Is old enough to die. 
 
 255
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Farewell, thou dear, dear soul, farewell ! 
 
 To those sweet pleasures go, 
 That we who mourning here must dwell, 
 
 Not yet, alas ! can know. 
 Ah when shall that great day be come, 
 
 When these things fade away, 
 And Thou shalt bid us welcome home ; 
 
 Would God it were to-day ! 
 
 SACER. 
 1665. 
 
 !L 
 
 God, to Thee I now commend 
 My soul ; for Thou, O Lord, 
 Dost live and love me without end, 
 And wilt perform Thy word. 
 
 To whom else should I make my plea, 
 That heavenly life be mine ? 
 
 All souls, my God, belong to Thee, 
 ]\Iy soul is also Thine. 
 
 Thou gav'st my spirit at my birth, 
 Take back what Thou hast given; 
 
 And with the Lord I served on earth, 
 Grant me to live in heaven.
 
 a 
 
 LYRA GERMANICA. 
 
 Faith spreads her wings, she sees reveal'd 
 
 The shining walls above ; 
 My spirit knows that she is seal'd, 
 
 Redeem'd from death by love. 
 
 Thou my Deliverer wast of yore, 
 From sin Thou mad'st me free, 
 
 Now, faithful God, dost Thou once more 
 In death deliver me. 
 
 Thou liv'st and lovest without end, 
 And dost perform Thy word ; 
 
 My passing soul I now commend 
 To Thee, my God and Lord ! 
 
 HILLER. 
 
 1765- 
 
 257
 
 BLESSED ARE THE DEAD WHICH 
 DIE IN THE LORD. 
 
 BET. xr". 13. 
 
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 FOR 
 
 HE THAT IS 
 
 DEAD IS FREED 
 
 FROM SIN ; NOW IF 
 
 WE BE DEAD WITH CHRIST, 
 
 WE BELIEVE THAT WE 
 
 SHALL ALSO LIVE 
 
 WITH HIM.
 
 a 
 
 FOR THE 
 
 OF THE 
 
 hush your cries, and shed no tear, 
 On such death none should look with fear; 
 He died a faithful Christian man, 
 And with his death true life began. 
 
 Coffin and grave we deck with care, 
 y'i' 1 His body reverently we bear, 
 It is not dead but rests in God, 
 And softly sleeps beneath the sod. 
 
 It seems as all were over now, 
 The heavy limbs, the soulless brow, 
 Yet through these rigid limbs once more 
 A nobler life, ere long, shall pour. 
 
 These dead dry bones again shall feel 
 New warmth and vigour through them steal 
 Reknit and living they shall soar\ 
 On high where Christ lives evermore. 
 
 This body, lying stiff and stark, 
 Shall rise unharm'd from out the dark, 
 And swiftly mount up through the skies, 
 Even as the spirit heavenwards flies. 
 
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 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 The buried grain of wheat must die, 
 Wither'd and worthless long must lie, 
 Yet springs to light all sweet and fair, 
 And proper fruits shall richly bear : 
 
 Even so this body made of dust, 
 To earth we once again entrust, 
 And painless it shall slumber here, 
 Until the Last Great Day appear. 
 
 God breathed into this house of clay 
 The spirit that hath pass'd away, 
 Christ gave the true courageous mind, 
 The noble heart, ye no more find. 
 
 Now earth has hid it from our eyes, 
 Till God shall bid it wake and rise, 
 Who ne'er the creature will forget, 
 On whom His image He hath set. 
 
 Ah, would that promised Day were here, 
 When Christ shall once again appear ; 
 When He shall call, nor one be lost, 
 To endless life earth's buried host ! 
 
 N. HERMANN. 1560. 
 
 After Prudentiiu. 
 
 262
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 U. 
 
 5T rests her soul in Jesu's arms, 
 
 Her body in the grave sleeps well, 
 His heart her death-chill'd heart re-warms, 
 
 And rest more deep than tongue can tell, 
 Her few brief hours of conflict pass'd, 
 She finds with Christ, her Friend, at last ; 
 She bathes in tranquil seas of peace, 
 God wipes away her tears, she feels 
 New life that all her languor heals, 
 The glory of the Lamb she sees. 
 
 She hath escaped all danger now, 
 
 Her pain and sighing all are fled ; 
 The crown of joy is on her brow, 
 
 Eternal glories o'er her shed, 
 In golden robes, a queen, a bride, 
 She standeth at her Sovereign's side, 
 She sees His face unveil'd and bright ; 
 
 With joy and love He greets her soul, 
 
 She feels herself made inly whole, 
 A lesser light amid His light. 
 
 The child hath now its Father seen, 
 And feels what kindling love may be, 
 
 And knoweth what those words may mean, 
 " Himself, the Father, loveth thee.'' 
 
 A shoreless ocean, an abyss 
 
 Unfathom'd, fill'd with good and bliss, 
 
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 a 
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Now breaks on her enraptured sight ; 
 She sees God's face, she learneth there 
 What this shall be, to be His heir, 
 
 Joint-heir with Christ her Lord, in light. 
 
 The body rests, its labours over, 
 
 And sleeps till Christ shall bid it wake ; 
 
 The dust that earth and darkness cover, 
 Then as a sun its tomb shall break. 
 
 Ah, with what joy it rises then 
 
 To meet the perfect soul again ! 
 
 Redeem'd from death, no more to sever, 
 At that great marriage feast shall they 
 With all the saints their homage pay, 
 
 And worship there the Lamb for ever. 
 
 We who yet wander through the waste, 
 In faith long after Thee on high ; 
 
 While here the bread of tears we taste, 
 We think upon that home of joy, 
 
 Where we (who knows how soon ?) shall meet 
 
 With all the saints at Jesu's feet, 
 
 And dwell with Him for ever there. 
 We shall see God ; how deep the bliss 
 We know not yet that lies in this ; 
 
 Lord Jesus, come, our hearts prepare ! 
 
 ALLENDORF. 
 
 Tl 
 
 264
 
 LYRA GERMANIC A. 
 
 Iff. ''*' /' 
 
 TT how blessed, faithful souls, are ye, 
 
 Who have pass'd through death ; your God ye see, 
 
 Escaped at last 
 From all the sorrows that yet hold us fast ! 
 
 Here as in a prison we are bound, 
 
 Care and fear, and terrors hem us round, 
 
 And all we know 
 It is but toil and grief of heart below. 
 
 While that ye are resting in your home, 
 Safe from pain, all misery o'ercome, 
 
 No grief or cross 
 Can mix with yonder joys to work you loss. 
 
 Christ doth wipe away your every tear, 
 Ye possess what we but long for here, 
 
 To you is sung 
 The song that ne'er through mortal ears hath rung. 
 
 Who is there that would not gladly die, 
 Changing earth for such a home on high, 
 
 Or who would stay 
 To toil amid these sorrows night and day? 
 
 Come, O Christ, release us from our post, 
 Lead us quickly hence to yonder host, 
 
 Whose battle won, 
 Now drink in joy and bliss from Thee our Sun. 
 
 SIMON DACH. 1650. 
 
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 The numbers on the left hand are the numbers of the original Hymns in the 
 " Versuch eines allgemeinen Gesang und Gebet Bucks" from which these 
 Hymns are translated. 
 
 NO. PAOE 
 
 170 AH wounded Head ! Must Thou 84 
 
 1 5 1 Alas, dear Lord, what evil hast Thou done .... 8 r 
 
 1 35 All ye Gentile lands awake ! 32 
 
 88 1 Am I a stranger here, on earth alone 61 
 
 235 A sure stronghold our God is He 182 
 
 298 Awake, O man, and from thee shake 65 
 
 493 Awake, thou careless world, awake 4 
 
 627 Awake, Thou Spirit, who of old 44 
 
 428 Be thou content ; be still before 164 
 
 532 Christ, Thou the champion of the band no 
 
 787 Come, brethren, let us go 169 
 
 741 Come deck our feast to-day 116 
 
 211 Come, Holy Spirit, God and Lord 124 
 
 24 Come, my soul, awake, 'tis morning 225 
 
 216 Come to Thy temple here on earth 119 
 
 468 Cometh sunshine after rain 104 
 
 23 Day-spring of Eternity 228 
 
 824 Dear Soul, couldst thou become a child 23 
 
 839 Eternity ! Eternity ! 28 
 
 239 Fear not, O little flock, the foe 18 
 
 403 Follow me, in me ye live 196 
 
 924 From heaven above to earth I come 12 
 
 580 Great High-priest, who deign'dst to be 35 
 
 436 God liveth ever ! 36 
 
 1 5 God who maclest earth and heaven . . . . . . . 221 
 
 884 God ! whom I as love have known 247 
 
 638 Go and dig my grave to-day 252 
 
 847 Go forth, my heart, and seek delight 143 
 
 480 Heart and heart together bound 1 30 
 
 788 Heavenward doth our journey tend 113 
 
 292 Here, O my God, I cast me at Thy feet 67 
 
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 NO. PAGE 
 
 219 Holy Ghost ! my Comforter! 108 
 
 87 Hosanna to the Son of David ! Raise 71 
 
 * How blest to all Thy followers, Lord, the road . . . 184 
 
 76 How shall I meet Thee ? How my heart 7 
 
 780 If Thou, True Life, wilt in me live 20 
 
 429 If God be on my side 137 
 
 1 79 In the bonds of Death He lay 91 
 
 481 In the midst of life, behold 245 
 
 800 I will not let Thee go 64 
 
 194 Jesus my Redeemer lives 97 
 
 877 Leave all to God 167 
 
 435 Leave God to order all thy ways 159 
 
 412 Let who will in thee rejoice 189 
 
 79 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates 10 
 
 141 Light of the Gentile world 201 
 
 708 Long in the spirit-world my soul had sought . . . 199 
 
 482 Lord Jesus Christ, true Man and God 249 
 
 734 Lord, on earth I dwell in pain 1 1 1 
 
 152 Lord! Thy death and passion give 77 
 
 497 Loving Shepherd, kind and true 102 
 
 825 Many a gift did Christ impart 53 
 
 413 Most High and Holy Trinity ! 125 
 
 914 My God! lo, here before Thy face 41 
 
 907 My God, to Thee I now commend 256 
 
 761 My Saviour, what Thou didst of old 56 
 
 848 Nothing fair on earth I see 51 
 
 291 Not in anger smite us, Lord 59 
 
 632 Now hush your cries, and shed no tear 261 
 
 912 Now rests her soul in Jesu's arms 263 
 
 5 1 Now all the woods are sleeping 2 36 
 
 473 O Cross, we hail thy bitter reign 162 
 
 346 O Friend of souls, how well is me 154 
 
 414 O God, I long Thy light to see 152 
 
 727 O Glorious Head, Thou livest now 93 
 
 739 O God, O Spirit, Light of all that live 147 
 
 113 O Thou Essential Word 1 6 
 
 * No. 156 in the smaller collection. 
 
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 INDEX. 
 
 NO. PAGE 
 
 30 O watchman, will the night of sin . i 
 
 240 Oh how blessed, faithful souls, are ye 265 
 
 846 Oh would I had a thousand tongues 178 
 
 402 Oh well for him who all things braves 175 
 
 394 One thing is needful ! Let me deem 192 
 
 882 Once more from rest I rise again 229 
 
 747 On wings of faith, ye thoughts, fly hence 127 
 
 282 Out of the depths I cry to Thee 69 
 
 233 Praise and thanks to Thee be sung 213 
 
 777 Pure Essence ! Spotless Fount of Light 46 
 
 * Rest of the weary ! Thou 89 
 
 78 Redeemer of the nations ! Come 195 
 
 316 Shall I not sing praise to Thee 208 
 
 806 Strive, when thou art call'd of God 49 
 
 102 Thee, O Immanuel, we praise 26 
 
 60 The day expires 238 
 
 19 The golden sunbeams with their joyous gleams . . . 223 
 
 46 The happy sunshine all is gone 235 
 
 697 The moon hath risen on high 240 
 
 640 Then I have conquer'd ; then at last 254 
 
 865 Though all to Thee were faithless 173 
 
 165 Thou Holiest Love, whom most I love 87 
 
 340 Thou weepest o'er Jerusalem 74 
 
 372 Thy Word, O Lord, like gentle dews 39 
 
 663 Welcome Thou victor in the strife 94 
 
 855 Well for him who all things losing 141 
 
 352 What had I been if Thou wert not 99 
 
 795 What within me and without 132 
 
 154 When sorrow and remorse 79 
 
 888 When the last agony draws nigh 249 
 
 667 Who are those before God's throne 215 
 
 460 Who seeks in weakness an excuse 156 
 
 807 Why halt thus, O deluded heart 149 
 
 812 Wouldst thou inherit life with Christ 136 
 
 449 Yea, my spirit fain would sink 206 
 
 501 Yes, there remaineth yet a rest 203 
 
 * No. 73 in the smaller collection. 
 
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 TABLE OF GERMAN HYMNS. 
 
 NO. PAG 
 
 ADVENT. 
 
 1 H iiter, wird die Nacht der Siinden . . ...... i 
 
 2 Wach' auf, wach' auf du sich're Welt ....... 4 
 
 3 Wie soil ich dich empfangen .......... 7 
 
 4 Macht hoch die Thtir, die Thor macht ...... 10 
 
 CHRISTMAS WEEK. 
 
 1 Vom Himmel hoch da komm ich her ....... 12 
 
 2 Du wesentliches Wort ............ 16 
 
 3 Verzage nicht du Haiiflein klein ......... 18 
 
 4 Lebst du in mir o wahres Leben ......... 20 
 
 5 O Hebe Seele konnt'st du werden ........ 23 
 
 6 Wir singen dir Immanuel ........... 26 
 
 7 O Ewigkeit, o Ewigkeit ........... 28 
 
 EPIPHANY. 
 
 Werde Licht du Stadt der Heiden ........ 32 
 
 1 Hcichster Priester, der du dich ......... 35 
 
 2 Gott lebet noch .............. 36 
 
 3 Dein \Vort, O Ilerr, ist milder Thau ....... 39 
 
 4 Hier lieg' ich, Herr, im Staube ......... 41 
 
 5 Wach auf, du Geist der ersten Zeugen ....... 44 
 
 6 O reines Wesen, lautre Quelle ......... 46 
 
 SEPTUAGESIMA. 
 
 Ringe recht vvenn Gottes Griade ......... 49 
 
 SEXAGESIMA. 
 
 Keine Schonheit hat die Welt ......... 51 
 
 QUINQUAGESIMA. 
 
 1 U nter jenen grossen Giitern .......... 53 
 
 2 Was du vor tausencl Jahren .......... 56 
 
 LENT. 
 
 Straf mich nicht in deinem Zorn ......... 59 
 
 i Bin ich allein ein Fremdling auf ......... <u 
 
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 NO. PAGE 
 
 2 Ich lass dich nicht, du Hiilf ' in 64 
 
 3 Erwach, o Mensch, erwache 65 
 
 4 llier lieg ich nun mein Gott zu deinen 67 
 
 5 Aus tiefer Noth schrei ich zu dir 69 
 
 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. 
 
 1 Hosianna ! Davids Sohn 71 
 
 2 Du weinest fur Jerusalem 74 
 
 3 Jesu deine tiefen Wunden 77 
 
 4 Wenn meine Siind' mich kranken 79 
 
 5 Herzliebster Jesu, was hast du 81 
 
 6 O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden 84 
 
 7 O du Liebe meiner Liebe 87 
 
 8 So ruhest du, o meine Ruh 89 
 
 EASTER. 
 
 i Christ lag in Todesbanden 91 
 
 i Verklartes Haupt nun lebest du 93 
 
 3 Willkommen Held im Streite 94 
 
 4 Jesus meine Zuversicht 96 
 
 AFTER EASTER. 
 
 1 Was war ich ohne dich gewesen 99 
 
 2 Guter Hirte willst du nicht 102 
 
 3 Auf den Nebel folgt die Sonne 104 
 
 4 Heil'ger Geist, du Troster mein 108 
 
 5 Christe, du Beistand deiner Kreuzgemeine no 
 
 ASCENSION. 
 
 1 Herr auf Erden muss ich leiden in 
 
 2 Himmelwarts geht unsere Bahn 113 
 
 WHITSUNTIDE. 
 
 1 Schmiickt das Fest mit Maien , . . 116 
 
 2 Zeuch ein zu deinen Thoren 119 
 
 3 Komm Heil'ger Geist, Herre Gott 124 
 
 TRINITY. 
 
 Hochheilige Dreieinigkeit 125 
 
 1 Geht hin ihr glaubigen Gedanken 127 
 
 2 Herz und Herz vereint zusammen 130
 
 TABLE OF GERMAN HYMNS. 
 
 NO. PAGE 
 
 3 Was von aussen und von innen ....... . . 132 
 
 4 Wer hofft mit Christo dort zu erben ....... 136 
 
 5 1st Gott fur mich so trete ........... 137 
 
 6 O der alles hatt verloren ........... 141 
 
 7 Geh aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud ...... 143 
 
 8 O Gott, o Geist, o Licht des Lebens ....... 147 
 
 9 Was hinket ihr betrognen Seelen ........ 149 
 
 10 Nach dir, o Gott verlanget mich ......... 152 
 
 1 1 Wie wohl ist mir o Freund der Seelen ....... 154 
 
 12 Wer sich auf seiner Schwachheit steurt ...... 156 
 
 13 Wer nur den lieben Gott lasst walten ....... 159 
 
 14 Kreuz wir griissen dich von Herzen ........ 162 
 
 13 Gieb dich zufrieden ............. 164 
 
 16 Lass dich Gott ............... 167 
 
 17 Kommt B ruder lasst uns gehen ....... . 169 
 
 1 8 Wenn alle untreu werden ........... 173 
 
 19 Wohl dem der sich mit Fleiss bemuhet ...... 1/5 
 
 20 O dass ich tausend Zungen hiitte ......... 178 
 
 21 Ein feste Burg ............... 182 
 
 22 So fuhrst du doch recht selig Herr ........ 184 
 
 2 3 Du o schones Weltgebaude .......... j 89 
 
 24 Eins ist Noth ............... 192 
 
 25 Komm Heidenheiland, Losegeld ........ 195 
 
 ST. ANDREW. 
 
 Folget mir, ruft uns das Leben ......... 196 
 
 ST. THOMAS. 
 
 Langst suchtest du, mein Geist, ein ........ 199 
 
 PRESENTATION. 
 
 Herr Jesu Licht der Heiden .......... 201 
 
 ST. MATTHIAS. 
 
 Es ist nocli eine Rith vorhanden ......... 203 
 
 ANNUNCIATION. 
 
 Meine Seele senket sich ............ aofi 
 
 ST. BARNABAS. 
 
 Sollt ich meinem Gott nicht singen ........ 208 
 
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 TABLE OF GERMAN HYMNS. 
 
 ST. MICHAEL. 
 
 Ehr und Dank sei Dir gesungen 213 
 
 ALL SAINTS. 
 
 Wer sind die vor Gottes Throne . . . .' 215 
 
 MORNING. ' 
 
 1 Gott des Himmels und der Erden . . 221 
 
 2 Die goldene Sonne . . 223 
 
 3 Seele du musst munter werden 225 
 
 4 Morgenglanz der Ewigkeit 228 
 
 5 Nun tret ich wieder aus der Ruh .229 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 r Hinunter 1st der Sonnenschein 235 
 
 2 Nun ruhen alle Walder 236 
 
 3 Der Tag ist bin mein Geist und 238 
 
 4 Der Mond ist aufgegangen . 240 
 
 FOR THE DYING. 
 
 r Mitten wir im Leben sind 245 
 
 2 Gott den ich als Liebe kenne 247 
 
 3 Kommt an der Tod, da ich muss ringen 249 
 
 4 Herr Jesu Christ, wahr Mensch und Gott 249 
 
 5 Geht nun hin und grabt mein Grab . . 252 
 
 6 So hab ich obgesieget 254 
 
 7 Mein Gott in deine Hande 256 
 
 BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 
 
 r Hort auf mit Trauern und mit Klag 261 
 
 2 Die Seele ruht in Jesu Armen 263 
 
 3 () wie selig seid ihr doch ihr Frommen . .... 265 
 
 THE END 
 
 THAT MY GLORY MAY 
 
 SING PRAISE TO 
 
 TBEE & NOT 
 
 BB- SILENT. 
 
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