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2 By day and by night in her anguish 5 When others sing anthems of gladMy soul is lamenting in woe:
ness, O Lord, in my grief I must languish,
And offer thanksgiving and praise, No counsel, no help do I know;
I sit in the gloom of my sadness When shall I Thy mercy awaken?
And hear not the anthems they raise; When shall I, the poor and forsaken,
My song is the voice of my sighing, Before Thee appear, O my God? The festal days pass in my crying
I languish in grief and in woe. 3 Great fears now my bosom are rend
6 Why art thou disquiet within me? ing, For near the abyss I am brought,
Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
Confide in thy God, let Him win thee! My way on the brink I am wending,
Still hope in thy God, Him extol! My journey with peril is fraught; I faint, I see terrors appalling,
For surely once dawneth a morrow,
When, freed from thy care and thy And into the deep I am falling
sorrow, O hearken, O Lord, to my cries!
Thou praises shalt sing to thy God. 4 Thou, Thou art my rock of salva. 7 His light and His truth, they shall tion,
lead me My house I have built upon Thee; In peace to His temple at last; o if Thou shouldst fail as founda I rest on His word, He will speed me, tion,
And conflict and sorrow are past; My ruin it surely would be; *
Yea, joyful I anthems will raise Him, Lord, deep unto deep now is calling, With heart and with voice will Í Thy waves and Thy billows appalling
praise HimArise to go over my soul.
My health and my life and my God.
N. F. S. Grundtvig, 1812 454 C. M.
S. Howard, 1750
8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8.
Johann Schop, 1642
the man that nev - er Doth in god-less counsel meet;
They in judgment shall not stand, Nor be in the righteous band: These the Lord forsaketh never,
Those shall be cast off forever. 4 For the Lord His people knoweth,
His pure eyes behold their way, And the blessing He bestoweth
Is their heritage for aye: But the wicked ever tend To their doom and to their end: God will all the righteous cherish, But the wicked ones shall perish.
P. Gerhardt, 1553
6, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4.
L. Mason, 1832
Sav - jordi - vine; Now hear me while I pray; Take all my
2 May Thy rich grace impart
· My zeal inspire;
A living fire.
Be Thou my guide;
From Thee aside.
Shall o'er me roll;
5 And let me be with all
7 Let nothing that may chance, . In peace and friendship living,
Me from my Savior sever:
And dying with Him, take
My soul to Thee for ever;
And let iny body have
A little space to sleep
Beside my fathers' grave,
And friends that o'er it weep. 6 And if a longer life
8 And when the end is come,
And all the dead are waking,
Thyself my slumbers breaking:
Then let me hear Thy voice,
And change this earthly frame, And crown my hoary head
And bid me aye rejoice
With those who love Thy name.
J. Heermann, 1630
Sing your Sav-ior's wor-thy praise, Glo-rious in His works and ways.
2 We are traveling home to God, 4 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand In the way the fathers trod;
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Gladly leaving all below; There our endless home shall be, Only Thou our leader be, There our Lord we soon shall see. And we still will follow Thee.
J. Cennick, 1712