2 Yet more from Thee I dare to claim, For such false trust I sore should rue. 3 O grant that from my very heart My foes be all forgiven, Through all the storms of woe 276 8.7. GL. be 4 Then be the world my foe or friend, ger; From Thee alone comes such high Our pride hath here no place, 5 Help me, for I am weak; I fight, So through deliverance wrought, Darmstadt-Gesangbuch, 1698 Sor-rows thronging, childlike long-ing, Son of Man, to Thee I bring. Let me find Thee, Let me find Thee! Me, a poor and worthless thing. 277 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8. Louis Bourgeois, 1551 ᄒᄒ When afflic-tions sore op-press you, Low with grief and an-guish bowed, Then to ear-nest prayer ad-dress you; Prayer will help you, through the cloud By the light His word doth lend you, Prayer will joy and comfort send you. 2 None shall ever be confounded, 3 Call on God, knock, seek, implore Him, 2 As Thou dost will, That I may truly serve Thee. Teach me Thy way, In Thy true faith preserve me. 3 Most heartily I trust in Thee, Thy mercy fails me never; From evil keep me ever. 4 Now henceforth must In Thee, O dearest Savior; 5 When sorrows rise, In Thy compassion tender; Be Thou my strong defender. Thou never wilt forsake me; In time of need; When troubles overtake me! 7 Grant, Lord, we pray, Thy grace each day, That we, Thy law revering, May live with Thee, And happy be Eternally, Before Thy throne appearing. H C. Sthen, Ca. 1578 dark-ness when com-pared with Thee; Be Thou my pattern bright, 2 Gentle Jesus! self-denying, And with Thy Father's will complying, O teach Thou me, that I may be 3 Loving Jesus! Thou my treasure, Whose love to man no thought can measure, Conform me to Thine image bright; Send Thy Spirit, grace bestowing, That I, in every virtue growing, May ripen for the realms of light; Loving Savior! Thou givest rest to souls distressed, And all who learn of Thee are blest. J. van Lodenstein, 1676 B. Crasselius, 1700 |