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7, 7, 6, 7, 7, 8.
Heinrich Isaac, 1490
2 What better can befall me
No good He e'er neglected, Than that the Lord doth call me
And all His works His glory tell. From hence, where sin holds sway?
6 When ye shall see me nearing Who is on earth a stranger
The throne of God, appearing Must ever be in danger,
Adorned and crowned a bride, Till God hath closed life's fleeting day.
My palms of victory swinging, 3 God takes His own from anguish
'Midst Hallelujahs ringing, And pain, in which they languish
In beauteous grace the Lamb beWithin this vale of tears,
side: And gives them to inherit The crown that Christ did merit:
7 Ye both shall rue the sadness The joy of heaven's eternal years.
That made you weep, and gladness 4 I was on earth your treasure;
E’er in your hearts shall reign.
Who follows where God guideth, When now I know but pleasure
And takes what He provideth, Ye weep in bitter woe;
Shall know surcease from all his Believe, whate'er betideth,
pain. God's love in all abideth, And soon your tears shall cease to 8 Farewell, I now must leave you; flow.
The grief this day doth give you 5 Our days the Lord appointeth,
Soon others, too, shall bear. He woundeth and anointeth,
Be ye to God commended; He knoweth all things well.
In heaven all woe is ended, No evil He effected,
And we shall meet in glory there.
J. Heermann, 1634
Day of wrath! that day of mourning! See ful-Alled the prophet's warn-ing,
5 Lo, the Book, exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded!
Thence shall judgment be awarded. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
When the just are mercy needing? 8 King of majesty tremendous,
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us! 9 Think, good Jesus! my salvation
Caused Thy wondrous incarnation,
Leave me not to reprobation! 10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought
me, On the cross of suffering bought me: Shall such grace in vain be brought
11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution
Grant Thy gift of absolution,
Ere that day of retribution.
All my shame with anguish owning:
Thou the dying thief forgavest;
And to me a hope vouchsafest. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sigh
ing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
Rescue me from fires undying! 15 With Thy favored sheep O place me!
Nor among the goats abase me;
But to Thy right hand upraise me. 16 While the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,