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5 O death, where is thy sting? where now
Thy boasted victory, () grave?
WALTER B. GubERT
Kd=76) What-e'er my God ordains is right; His will is ev - er just; How-e'er He
orders now my cause, I will be still and trust. He is my God; Tho' dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall, Wherefore to Him I leave it all.
2 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
He never will deceive;
And take content
What He hath sent; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day.
4 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
My light, my life is He,
For well I know,
In joy or woe,
3 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
Though I the cup must drink That bitter seems to my faint heart, I will not fear nor shrink;
Tears pass away
With dawn of day;
5 Whate'er my God ordains is right;
Here will I take my stand,
My Father's care
Is round me there,
And so to Him I leave it all. Amen. SAMUEL RODIGAST. Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH
That in Thine o-cean depths its flow May rich-er, full - er
2 O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
3 0 Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
That morn shall tearless be.
4 0 Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
Life that shall endless be. Amen.
Him in all thy ways, He'll give thee strength whate'er be - tide thee,
chang-ing love Builds on
the rock that naught can move.
A - men.
2 Only be still and wait His leisure
In cheerful hope, with heart content
And all-discerning love hath sent;
To Him who chose us for His own.
3 Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving,
So do thine own part faithfully,
Thou yet shalt find it true for thee:
The soul that trusted Him indeed. Amen.
great; And armed with cru-el hate, On earth is not his
2 Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing; Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God's own choosing. Dost ask Who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabaoth is His name, From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle. 3 And though this world, with devils
filled, Should threaten to undo us; We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The prince of darkness grim,
One little word shall fell him! 4 That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him Who with us sideth. Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also: The body they may kill: God's truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever. Amen. Martin Luther. Tr. FREDERICK H. HEDGE