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Third Sunday in Lent 279 98, 9, 8, 8, 9, 8, 6, 6, 4, 4, 4, 8.

Ph. Nicolai, 1599

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German, Hamburg, 1598

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2 Though he would bind forever

Our lips with bands of hell,
Yet Christ, sent to deliver,
Can loose those bands full well,

That e'en the dumb may raise
His voice with joy and pleasure
And sing in sweetest measure

To God his thanks and praise.
3 O Jesus! my distresses

To Thee are known full well,
Thou seest how Satan presses
My soul's weak citadel;

His aim is to control
My members and my senses,
With sin and with offenses

He steals into my soul.
4 Anon my tongue he bindeth,

That God it shall not praise;
Anon my eyes he blindeth,

To hide the light of grace;
Now he my ears doth close,
To hinder me from hearing
The gospel's sound so cheering

And soothing in my woes.
5 To God I raise my crying,

Before the mercy-seat,
And on His word relying,

I grace of Him entreat,

That He for Jesus' sake
Would cleanse my soul and spirit
Through Jesus' blood and merit,

And Satan's power break.
6 God, let not love of sinning

Thy fear drive from my breast,
Lest Satan, triumph winning,

Be of my heart possessed;

0 let Thy chastening rod
Each day give me direction,
To seek Thy sure protection

And tell Thy grace abroad.
7 My heart must Thou have solely,

My Savior and my God!
Come, Jesus, take it wholly,

And make it Thine abode!
Mould it to Thy control,
That I, Thy word receiving,
May find, in Thee believing,
Salvation for my soul.

T. Kingo, 1689

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