587 8s. 6L. Schumann's Gesangbuch, 1539 be Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God, Who bor - est anguish, 2 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 racked with fear: 3 When all my mind is darkened 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. 4 Joyful my resurrection be, And give me life, of Thy rich grace! 5 Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt; P. Eber, 1565. 589 8, 7, 8, 7, 6, 6, 8, 8. Freylinghausen's Gesangbuch, 1704 bC From place to place the Christian goes, By many a tem-pest driv-en, At last the haven of repose He safe - ly finds in heav-en. He dies, as in the mold the grain, To yield its gold- en fruit a-gain. The glorious revelation, 2 Andsure thy parting has been blessed, 3 We wait with glad and patient hope The morning star shines clear; And you, ye members, softly sleep Beneath love's shadow still and deep. While He this pilgrim dress folds up In holy preservation. O happy souls who rest In Jesus' arms and breast. |