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Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #11 (1867) Meter: 7.7.7.7 First Line: In pray'r your voices raise ye Lyrics: In pray’r your voices raise ye To God, and Him now praise ye, Who to our life from heaven All needed strength hath given. The stream of years is flowing, And we are onward going, From old to new surviving, And by His mercy thriving. In woe we often languish, And pass through times of anguish, When fearful war aboundeth, That earth itself surroundeth. As faithful mother keepeth Guard while her infant sleepeth, And all its grief assuageth When angry tempest rageth; So God His children shieldeth, Them full protection yieldeth; When need and woe distress them, His loving arms caress them. In vain is all our doing, The labour we’re pursuing In our hands prospers never, Unless God watcheth ever. Our song to Thee ascendeth, Who every day defendeth Us, and whose arm averteth The pain our hearts that hurteth. O God of mercy! hear us; Our Father! be Thou near us; ’Mid crosses and in sadness Be Thou our Spring of gladness. To me and all be given, Who from the heart have striven To gain Thy benediction, Hearts patient in affliction. Oh! close the gates of sorrow, And by a glorious morrow Of peace, may places sadden’d By bloodshed dire be gladden’d. With richest blessings crown us, In all our ways, Lord! own us; Give grace, who grace bestowest To all, e’en to the lowest. Of all forlorn be Father, All erring ones ingather, And of the poor and needy Be Thou the succour speedy. Grace show to all afflicted, And to all souls dejected, By melancholy haunted, May happy thoughts be granted. All earthly gifts excelling, The Holy Ghost indwelling, Give us to make us glorious, And lead to Thee victorious. All this Thy hand bestoweth, Thou Life! whence our life floweth, Thus Thou Thy people meetest With New Year’s blessing greetest. Languages: English

A Lamb bears all its guilt away

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #12 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: A Lamb bears all its guilt away The world thus to deliver, All sins of sinners patiently It bears and murmurs never. It goes, and weak and sick is made An off’ring on the altar laid, All pleasure it forsaketh, Submits to shame, and scorn, and wrath, To anguish, wounds, stripes, cross, and death, This cup with gladness taketh. This Lamb, He is the soul’s great Friend And everlasting Saviour, God chooseth Him sin’s reign to end And bring us to His favour. “Go forth, my Son! redeem to Thee The children who’re exposed by me To punishment and anger. The punishment is great, and dread The wrath, but Thou Thy blood shalt shed, And free them thus from danger.” “I’ll go where, Father! thou dost send, Bear what on me Thou layest, My will doth on Thy word depend, My work is what Thou sayest.” O mighty love! O wondrous love! Thou canst do all our thoughts above, Make God His Son deliver! O love! O love! Thy pow’r how great! Thou did’st Him e’en to death prostrate Whose glance the rocks can shiver. Thou martyr’st Him upon the tree, With spear and nails destroying Thou slay’st Him, lamblike, ruthlessly, Till heart and veins are flowing, The heart with many a long-drawn sigh, And till His veins are copiously Their noble life-blood yielding. Sweet Lamb! what shall I do for Thee For all the good Thou doest me, Thus saving me and shielding? All my life long I’ll cleave to Thee And shall forget Thee never, As always Thou embracest me I will embrace Thee ever. My heart’s Light Thou shalt ever be, And when my heart shall break in me Thy heart shall fail me never. O Thou, my Glory, I to Thee Myself as Thine own property Herewith resign for ever! I ever shall both night and day Thy loveliness be singing, An offering of joy shall aye Myself to Thee be bringing. My stream of life shall still to Thee, And to Thy name, outpourèd be, In gratitude enduring. Of every good Thou doest me, My soul shall mindful strive to be, In memory securing! Shrine of my heart! now open’d be, To thee shall now be given Fair treasures that far greater be Than earth, and sea, and heaven. Away! gold of Arabia, Myrrh, calamus, and cassia, Far better I discover! My priceless treasure is, O Thou My Jesus! what so freely now From Thy wounds floweth over! Good use of this behoves it me At all times to be making, My shield in conflict shall it be, My joy when heart is breaking, In happiness my song of joy; When all things else my taste do cloy, This manna then shall feed me, In thirst my well-spring shall it be, In solitude converse with me, And out and in shall lead me! What can death’s poison do to me? Thy blood to me life giveth, And when the sun burns fervently, With grateful shade relieveth; And when with sorrow sore oppress’d I ever find in it my rest, As sick men on their pillows. My anchor art Thou, when my skies Are clouded o’er, and tempests rise, My bark ’whelm in the billows. And when at last heav’n’s gate I see, And taste the kingdom’s pleasure, This blood shall then my purple be, I’ll clothe me in this treasure; It shall be then my glorious crown, In which I’ll stand before the throne Of God, with none to blame me; And as a bride in fair array, I’ll stand beside my Lord that day, Who woo’d, and then will claim me. Languages: English

See, world! thy Life assailèd

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #13 (1867) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 First Line: See, world! thy Life assailèd Lyrics: See, world! thy Life assailèd; On the accurs’d tree nailèd, Thy Saviour sinks in death! The mighty Prince from Heaven Himself hath freely given To shame, and blows, and cruel wrath! Come hither now and ponder, ’Twill fill thy soul with wonder, Blood streams from every pore. Through grief whose depth none knoweth, From His great heart there floweth Sigh after sigh of anguish o’er! Who is it that afflicts Thee? My Saviour, what dejects Thee, And causeth all Thy woe? Sin Thou committed’st never, As we and our seed ever, Of deeds of evil nought dost know. I many times transgressing, In number far surpassing The sand upon the coast, I thus the cause have given, That Thou with grief art riven, And the afflicted martyr host. I’ve done it, and deliver Me hand and foot for ever Thou justly might’st to hell. The mock’ry to Thee offer’d, The scourging Thou hast suffer’d, My soul it was deserv’d it well. The load Thou takest on Thee, That press’d so sorely on me, Than stone more heavily. A curse, Lord, Thou becamest, Thus blessings for me claimest, Thy pain must all my comfort be. Not death itself Thou fearest, As surety Thou appearest For all my debts and me. For me Thy brow is crownèd With thorns, and Thou’rt disownèd By men, and bear’st all patiently. Into death’s jaws Thou springest, Deliv’rance to me bringest From such a monster dire. My death away Thou takest, Thy grave its grave Thou makest; Of love, O unexampled fire! I’m bound, my Saviour, ever, By ties most sacred never Thy service to forsake; With soul and body ever, With all my pow’rs t’ endeavour, In praise and service joy to take. Not much can I be giving In this poor life I’m living, But one thing do I say: Thy death and sorrows ever, Till soul from body sever, My heart remember shall for aye. Before mine eyes I’ll place them, And joyfully embrace them, Wherever I may be, They’ll be a glass revealing Pure innocence, and sealing Love and unfeign’d sincerity. Of sin how great the danger, How it excites God’s anger, How doth His vengeance burn How sternly He chastiseth, How His wrath’s flood ariseth, Shall I from all Thy suff’rings learn. From them shall I be learning, How I may be adorning, My heart with quietness, And how I still should love them Whose malice aye doth move them To grieve me by their wickedness. When tongues of bad men grieve me, Of peace and name deprive me, My restive heart I’ll still; Their evil deeds enduring, Of pardon free assuring My neighbour for his ev’ry ill. I’ll on the cross unite me To Thee, what doth delight me I’ll there renounce for aye. Whate’er Thy Spirit’s grieving, There I’ll for aye be leaving, As much as in my strength doth lay. Thy groaning and Thy sighing, Thy thousand tears and crying, That once were heard from Thee, They’ll lead me to Thy glory, Where I shall joy before Thee, And evermore at rest shall be! Languages: English

To the Countenance of the Lord Jesus

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #14 (1867) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: Oh! bleeding head, and wounded Lyrics: Oh! bleeding head, and wounded, And full of pain and scorn, In mockery surrounded With cruel crown of thorn! Oh Head! before adornèd With grace and majesty, Insulted now and scornèd, All hail I bid to Thee! They spit upon and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance! Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee, And flee before Thy glance. How hath Thy colour faded, The light too of Thine eye! Say who to pale hath made it? None shone so brilliantly. Now from Thy cheeks is vanish’d Their colour once so fair; From Thy red lips is banish’d The splendour that was there. Death’s might hath all things taken, Hath robb’d Thee ruthlessly; Thy frame, of strength forsaken, Doth hence in weakness lie. O Lord! it was my burden That brought this woe on Thee, I earn’d it—for my pardon It has been borne by Thee. A child of wrath, look on me, Turn not away Thy face; O Saviour! deign to own me, And smile on me in grace. My Guardian, now confess me, My Shepherd, me receive! Thou evermore dost bless me, All good things dost Thou give. Thy mouth hath often given Me milk and sweetest food. And many a taste of Heaven Thy Spirit hath bestow’d. Oh! do not, Lord, deride me, I will not hence depart, Here will I stand beside Thee, When breaks Thine anguish’d heart; When on Thy breast is sinking In death’s last fatal grasp Thy head, e’en then unshrinking Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp. Nought ever so much blesses, So much rejoices me, As when in Thy distresses I share a part with Thee. My Life, ah! were it ever Vouchsaf’d me on Thy cross My soul up to deliver, How blessèd were my loss! Thanks from my heart I offer Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, For all that Thou didst suffer, My good didst Thou intend. 62 Ah! grant that I may ever To Thy truth faithful be, And in the last death-shiver May I be found in Thee. When hence I must betake me, And death at last must meet, Lord, do not then forsake me, Thy child with welcome greet. When terror has bereft me, Of heart and hope, again, Lord! from my woe uplift me, In virtue of Thy pain. Be Thou my consolation When death o’ertaketh me; May Thy death-tribulation Before mine eyes then be! I’ll on Thee, fondly gazing, Fix my believing eyes, While firmly Thee embracing,— He dies well who so dies. Languages: English

The Seven Words Spoken by the Lord Jesus on the Cross

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #15 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 First Line: My heart! the seven words hear now Lyrics: My heart! the seven words hear now That Jesus Christ hath spoken, When on the cross His heart through woe And murder dire was broken; Ope now the shrine, And lock them in, As gifts all price excelling. In bitter grief, They’ll give relief, ’Neath crosses joy instilling. His first and chiefest care He made Who hated Him to cover: God for the wicked men He pray’d, That He’d their sin look over. “Forgive, forgive,” He said in love, “Them every one, O Father! Not one doth see What doeth he, In ignorance ’tis rather!” How fair it is, let all learn here, To love their foes who grieve them, And all their faults with hearts sincere Aye freely to forgive them. He also shows, How grace o’erflows His heart, how kind His mood is, That e’en his foe, Who’d work Him woe, Doth in Him find what good is! Then to His mother doth He speak, Who stood near him He loveth, And as He can, though voice be weak, With words of comfort sootheth: “Woman! there see Thy son, for me Thou shalt by him be guarded. Disciple! see, Let her by thee As mother be regarded.” O faithful heart! thou car’st for all Thine own who truly love Thee, When they in tribulation fall Thou seest, the sight doth move Thee; A friend in need, In word and deed, Thou at their side appearest, Dost by Thy grace Find them a place, Them to good souls endearest. The third thing that Thy lips have said Thou spak’st to him beside Thee, When, “Think upon me then,” he pray’d, “When God Himself shall guide Thee Up to Thy throne, Thy head shall crown As Lord of earth and heaven:” “To walk with Me To-day shall thee In Paradise be given.” O blessèd word! O voice of joy! Can aught affright us?—never! Let death who seeketh to destroy, Now disappear for ever! Though he rage sore, What can he more Than soul and body sever? And meanwhile I Mount up on high, In joy to dwell for ever. Christ’s word gives deepest peace and joy, The robber’s trouble stilleth; But He cries from the agony His holy breast that filleth, “Eli, my God, What heavy load Am I, Thy Son, now bearing? I call, and Thou Art silent now, Though I sink, seem’st not caring.” This lesson learn, thou child of faith, When God His count’nance veileth, Lest thou be cast down in the path When trouble thee assaileth: Firm to Him cleave, Though He may leave, He’ll comfort soon, and cheer thee; True do thou be, Cry mightily, Until He turn and hear thee. The Lord His voice now clear doth raise Through thirst that paineth sorely; “I thirst,” the Spring eternal says, The Lord of life and glory. What meaneth He? He showeth thee How He thy load sinks under, That thou did’st pile For Him, the while In sin’s ways thou did’st wander. Thereby He also telleth thee How much He longs that ever His cross in each may fruitful be, Fail of its end may never. Mark this all ye, Now carefully, Who’re in soul tribulation: Th’ eternal Sun Refuseth none The soul’s part and salvation. And as the gloomy night of death Upon the Lord descended, “’Tis finish’d,” He with dying breath Said, “now my work is ended; What was foretold In days of old, By seers who went before me, Doth now betide; I’m crucified, And men now triumph o’er me.” “’Tis finish’d!”—why then toilest thou? In vain thy labour ever! As if aught human strength can do, Could e’er from guilt deliver! ’Tis done! beware, And never dare To add aught to it ever; Do thou believe, In faith aye cleave To Him, forsake Him never. His voice at length the Lord doth raise, High over all ’tis swelling: “My spirit, Father! to the place Take where Thou’rt ever dwelling, My soul receive, That now doth leave This body sorely riven.” And at the word, To the great Lord Release from pain was given. Oh! would to God, that I might end My life as His was ended, My spirit unto God commend As His was then commended. O Christ, my Lord! May Thy last word The last be by me spoken; So happily I’ll go to Thee, When life’s last thread is broken. Languages: English

Up! up! my heart with gladness

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #16 (1867) Meter: 7.6.7.6.6.6.6.6 Lyrics: Up! up! my heart with gladness, See what to-day is done! How after gloom and sadness Comes forth the glorious Sun! My Saviour there was laid Where our bed must be made, When to the realms of light Our spirit wings its flight. They in the grave did sink Him, The foe held jubilee; Before he can bethink him, Lo! Christ again is free. And victory He cries, And waving tow’rds the skies His banner, while the field Is by the Hero held! Upon the grave is standing The Hero looking round; The foe, no more withstanding, His weapons on the ground Throws down, his hellish pow’r To Christ must he give o’er, And to the Victor’s bands Must yield his feet and hands. A sight it is to gladden And fill the heart with glee, No more affright or sadden Shall aught, or take from me My trust or fortitude, Or any precious good The Saviour bought for me In sov’reign love and free. Hell and its bands can never Hurt e’en a single hair, Sin can I mock at ever, Safe am I everywhere. The mighty pow’r of death Is my regard beneath; It is a pow’rless form, Howe’er it rage and storm. The world my laughter ever Moves, though it rage amain, It rages, but can never Do ill, its work is vain. No trouble troubles me, My heart from care is free, Misfortune is my prize, The night my fair sunrise. I cleave, and cleave shall ever, To Christ, a member true, Shall part from my Head never, Whate’er He passes through; He treads the world beneath His feet, and conquers death And hell, and breaks sin’s thrall; I’m with Him through it all. To halls of heav’nly splendour With Him I penetrate; And trouble ne’er may hinder Nor make me hesitate. What will, may angry be, My Head accepteth me, My Saviour is my Shield, By Him all rage is still’d. He to the gates me leadeth Of yon fair realms of light, Whereon the pilgrim readeth, In golden letters bright: “Who’s there despised with me, Here with me crown’d shall be; Who there with me shall die, Here’s raised with me on high!” Languages: English

Be joyful all, both far and near

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #17 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: Be joyful all, both far and near, Who lost were and dejected: To-day the Lord of glory here, Whom God Himself elected As our Redeemer, who His blood Upon the cross shed for our good, Hath from the grave arisen. How well succeeded hath thy might, Thou foe of life so ruthless! To kill the Lord of life and light; Thine arrow through Him scathless Hath pass’d, thou base injurious foe! Thou thought’st when thou hadst laid Him low, He’d lie in dust for ever. No, no! on high His head is borne, His mighty pow’r asunder Thy gates hath burst, thy bands hath torn, Thyself hath trodden under His feet; who doth in Him confide Thy pow’r and claims may now deride And say, “Thy sting, where is it?” Thy pow’r is gone, ’tis broken quite, And it can hurt him never Who to this Prince with all his might With heart and soul cleaves ever, Who speaks with joy, “I live, and ye Shall also live for aye with me, For I this life have purchas’d. “The reign and pow’r of death are o’er, He never need affright you; I am his Lord, the Prince of pow’r, And this may well delight you; And as your risen Head I live: So ye, if ye on me believe, Shall be my members ever. “Of hell have I the overthrow Accomplish’d, none now needeth To fear the pains of endless woe, Who Me and My word heedeth; He’s freed from Satan’s grievous yoke, Whose head I bruis’d, whose might I broke, And he can never harm him.” Now prais’d be God, who vict’ry hath To us through Jesus given, Who peace for war, and life for death, With entrance into heaven, Hath purchas’d, who death, sin, and woe, World, devil, what our overthrow Would seek, for aye hath vanquish’d. Languages: English

O Father! send Thy Spirit down

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #18 (1867) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Lyrics: O Father! send Thy Spirit down, Whom we are bidden by Thy Son To seek, from Thy high heaven; We ask as He taught us to pray, And let us ne’er unheard away From ’fore Thy throne be driven. No mortal man upon the earth Is of this gift so noble worth, No merit we’ve to gain it; Here only grace availeth aught, That Jesus Christ for us hath bought, His tears and death obtain it. O Father! much it grieves Thy mind Us in such woful plight to find, As Adam’s fall hath brought us; The evil spirit’s pow’r, this fall Hath brought on him, and on us all, But Christ to save hath sought us. To our salvation, Lord, we cleave, That we are Thine in Christ believe, From Him nought shall us sever; And through His death and precious blood, Our mansions fair, and highest good, We look for, doubting never. This is a work of grace indeed, The Holy Spirit’s strength we need, Our pow’r is unavailing; Our faith and our sincerity Would soon, O Lord! in ashes lie, Were not Thy help unfailing. Of faith Thy Spirit keeps the light, Though all the world against us fight, And storm with every weapon. Although the prince of this world too, May take the field to lay us low, No ill through him can happen. The Spirit’s is the winning side, And where He helps, the battle’s tide Assuredly abateth. What’s Satan’s might and majesty? It falleth when His standard high The Spirit elevateth. The chains of hell He rends in twain, Consoles and frees the heart again From everything that grieveth; And when misfortunes o’er us low’r He shields us better in their hour, Than ever heart conceiveth. The bitter cross He maketh sweet, In gloom His light our eyes doth greet, Care of His sheep He taketh, Holds over us the shield, and when Night falls upon His flock, He then To rest in peace us maketh. The Spirit God gives from above Directeth all who truly love In ways of safety ever; He guides our goings every day, From paths of bliss to turn away Our feet permits us never. He maketh fit, and furnishes With needed gifts for service those Who here God’s house are rearing, Adorns their minds and mouths and hearts, And light to them for us imparts, What’s dark to us thus clearing. Our hearts He opens secretly When they His word so faithfully As precious seed are sowing; He giveth pow’r to it, where’er It takes root, tending it with care, And waters it when growing. He teacheth us the fear of God, Loves purity, makes His abode The soul that sin refuseth; Who contrite are, virtue revere, Repent, and turn to Him in fear And love, He ever chooseth. He’s true, and true doth aye abide, In death’s dark hour He’s at our side, When all from us recedeth; He sootheth our last agony, Up to the halls of bliss on high In joy and trust He leadeth. Oh! happy are the souls and bless’d, Who while on earth permit this Guest To make in them His dwelling; Who now receive Him joyfully, He’ll take up to God’s house on high, Their souls with rapture filling. Now, Father, who all good dost give, Our pray’r hear, may we all receive From Thee this priceless blessing; Thy Spirit give, that here He may Rule us, and there in endless day Our souls be aye refreshing. Languages: English

Consolation for Penitence

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #19 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 First Line: Let not such a thought e'er pain thee Lyrics: Let not such a thought e’er pain thee, As that thou art cast away, But within God’s word restrain thee, That far otherwise doth say. E’en though thou unrighteous art, True and faithful is God’s heart. Hast thou death deserv’d for ever? God’s appeas’d, despond thou never! Thou art, as is every other, Tainted by the poison, sin, That the serpent, and our father, Adam, by the fall brought in. But if thou God’s voice dost hear, “Turn to me, do good,” ne’er fear, Be of good cheer, He thy yearning Will regard, thy pray’r ne’er spurning. He is not a bear nor lion Thirsting only for thy blood, Faithful is thy God in Zion, Gentle ever is His mood. God aye as a Father feels, He’s afflicted by our ills, Our misfortune sorrow gives Him, And our dying ever grieves Him. “Truly,” saith He, “as I’m living, I the death of none desire, But that men themselves upgiving, May be rescu’d from sin’s mire.” When a prodigal returns, God’s heart then with rapture burns, Wills that not the least one even Ever from His flock be driven. Shepherd was so faithful never, Seeking sheep that go astray; Couldest thou God’s heart see ever, How He cares for them alway, How it thirsts and sighs and burns After him who from Him turns, From His people’s midst doth wander, Love would make thee weep and ponder. God the good not only loveth Who in His house ever dwell, But His heart compassion moveth Tow’rds those whom the prince of hell Hath enslav’d, the cruel foe Who men’s hearts with hate to glow Makes ’gainst Him, who when He ever Moves His foot, can make earth quiver. Deep His love is and enduring, His desire is ever great, He is calling and alluring Us to enter heav’n’s wide gate. When they come, whoe’er they be, Seeking now that liberty From the devil’s fangs be given, Glad are all the hosts of heaven. God and all on high who’re dwelling, ’Fore whom heav’n must hush its voice, When their Maker’s praise forth-telling, O’er our penitence rejoice; But what has been done amiss Cover’d now and buried is, All offence to Him we’ve given, All, yea all, is now forgiven. From no lake so much is gushing, No depth is so deep at all, With such force no stream is rushing, All compar’d with God is small; Nought is like His grace so great, That remits our mighty debt, That He ever throweth over All our lives e’en as a cover. Soul, why art thou sad and dreary? Rest now and contented be! Why wilt thou thyself so weary When there is no need for thee? Though thy sins appear to thee Like a vast and shoreless sea, If thou with God’s heart compare them, ’Twill a trifle seem to bear them. Could we myriad worlds discover All sunk in apostacy, Had the sins there o’er and over Every one been done by thee, Oh! still they were less by far Than the light of grace so clear Could on earth extinguish ever, God from greater could deliver. Of such wondrous love and favour Open wide the door to me; Ey’rywhere and aye, my Saviour, Tasted be Thy grace by me. Love me, Lord! and let me be Nearer ever drawn to Thee, That I may embrace and love Thee, Never more to anger move Thee! Languages: English

For Thee, Lord, pants my longing heart

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #20 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: For Thee, Lord, pants my longing heart, My hope and confidence Thou art; My hope can never shaken be, Nor e’er be put to shame by Thee. Whoe’er he be that scorns Thy name, And turns from Thee, shall come to shame; But he who ever lives to Thee, And loves Thee, shall untroubled be. Accept my soul, O Lord! by grace, And keep me right in all my ways, And let Thy truth illumine me Along the path that leads to Thee. Thou art my only light below, No other helper here I know; I wait on Thee both night and day, Why dost Thou, then, O Lord, delay? Ah, Lord! now turn Thine eyes away From paths where I have gone astray; Of my ill ways what thinkest Thou, That I’ve pursued from youth till now? Remember, Thou my Guardian Lord! Thy loving-kindness and sweet word, Whereby Thou giv’st them comfort sweet Who lay themselves low at Thy feet. Who prove themselves, and sin confess, The Lord in mercy rich will bless; Who keep His testimonies all, The Lord will hold them when they fall. The heart that with the Lord is right In grief He’ll gladden with His light, When sunk in need, weigh’d down by loss, Shall triumph e’en beneath the cross. Ah! Lord, full well thou knowest me, My spirit lives and moves in Thee; Thou seest how my bleeding heart Longs for the help Thou canst impart. The griefs that now my heart oppress, The griefs my heavy sighs express Are great and sore, but Thou art He To whom nought e’er too great can be. To Thee I therefore raise mine eyes, To Thee mine ardent longings rise— Ah! let Thine eye now rest on me As Thou wast wont, Lord, graciously. And when I need supporting grace, Turn not away from me Thy face; May what Thou deignest to impart Of my desires be counterpart. The world is false, it acts a part, Thou art my Friend, sincere in heart; Man’s smile is only on his mouth, Thou lovest us in deed and truth. Foil Thou the foe, his nets all tear, And baffle every wile and snare; When all with me once more is well, May gratitude my bosom swell. Still may I in Thy fear abide, And go right on nor turn aside; Give single aim that honours Thee, Smarts rather than a burden be. Rule, Lord, and bring me unto Thee, And other saints along with me; Remove whate’er of ill dost find, Renew and cleanse each heart and mind. Wash Thou away each sinful stain, Deliver from all grief and pain, And lead us soon by heav’nly grace To realms of endless joy and peace. Languages: English