Forsake me not, my God! Forsake me not, my God! In every right endeavor: And when my hour is come, Cleansed from all stain and spot Of sin, receive my soul: My God, forsake me not! 523 8, 7. 4L. German, 16th Century A las, my God! my sins are great, My conscience doth up-braid me; And now I find that at my strait No man hath power to aid me. 2 And fled I hence, in my despair, In some lone spot to hide me, Here spare me not; if heaven I win, On earth I gladly suffer. My griefs would still be with me there, 5 But curb my heart, forgive my guilt, Thy hand still hold and guide me. 3 Nay, Thee I seek;-I merit naught, Yet pity and restore me; Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot, Thy Son hath suffered for me. 4 If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher; Make Thou my patience firmer, 6 Then deal with me as seems Thee best, 8, 7. 4L. 3 A - las, my God! my sins are great, My conscience doth up- braid me; And 2 2 # 2 Then this our comfort is alone, That we may meet before Thy throne, 3 To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes, 4 For Thou hast promised graciously 5 And thus we come, O God, today, 6 Ah, hide not for our sins Thy face; 7 That so with all our hearts we may |