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

T Through earth's sepulchers it ringeth, All be-fore the throne it bring - eth. All cre - a- tion is a - wak-ing, To its Judge an an-swer mak • - ing.

5 Lo, the Book, exactly worded,

11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Wherein all hath been recorded!

Grant Thy gift of absolution, Thence shall judgment be awarded. Ere that day of retribution. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth, 12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, And each hidden deed arraigneth,

All my shame with anguish owning: Nothing unavenged remaineth.

Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groan

ing! 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding,

13 Thou the sinful woman savedst; When the just are mercy needing?

Thou the dying thief forgavest;

And to me a hope vouchsafest. 8 King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighFount of pity, then befriend us!

Yet, good 'Lord, in grace complying, 9 Think, good Jesus! my salvation

Rescue me from fires undying!
Caused Thy wondrous incarnation,
Leave me not to reprobation!

15 With Thy favored sheep O place me!

Nor among the goats abase me; 10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought But to Thy right hand upraise me.

On the cross of suffering bought me: 16 While the wicked are confounded, Shall such grace in vain be brought Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, me?

Call me, with Thy saints surrounded,

me,

17 Bows my heart in meek submission, Strewn with ash - es

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tears and mourning! From the dust of earth re- turn-ing, Man for judgment