In Thee Valentin Babst's Gesangbuch, 1545 alone, O Christ, my Lord, My hope on earth re main - eth; I know Thou wilt Thine aid af-ford, Naught else my soul sus No strength of man, no earth - ly stay Can help us in the e- vil day: Thou, on - ly Thou, canst aid sup-ply, To Thee I cry, On Thee I bid my heart re ly. O God of grace, for - give us, The stain of guilt re- move; Be-hold us while with weep - ing We lift our eyes to Thee, + 2 नै 26 2 O shouldst Thou from us sinners Withhold Thy grace to guide, Forever we should wander From Thee, and peace, aside; But Thou to spirits contrite Dost light and life impart, That man may learn to serve Thee With thankful, joyous heart. 3 Our souls-on Thee we cast them, Our only refuge Thou! Thy cheering words revive us, When pressed with grief we bow: Thou bear'st the trusting spirit Upon Thy loving breast, And givest all Thy ransomed A sweet, unending rest. |