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What Pleaseth God!

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #41 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8.4 First Line: What pleaseth God, my faithful child Lyrics: What pleaseth God, my faithful child, Receive with joy; although the wild And wintry wind thy heart appal, Have faith, thee only can befal What pleaseth God! The will of God is aye the best, In it we can so calmly rest; Thyself to it anew resign, And only seek to have as thine What pleaseth God! God’s counsel is the only wise; Soon comes to nought what men devise; Their projects fall, fall out of use, Oft mischief work, not oft produce What pleaseth God! God’s mood is the most gracious mood, To all intending, doing good; He blesses, though hard words may speak The wicked world, and never seek What pleaseth God! The truest heart is God’s own heart, Who bids our misery depart; Who screens and shelters, day and night, The man who makes his chief delight What pleaseth God! Ah! could I sing, as sing I would, From out my heart, and ever should, I’d ope my mouth—in Him rejoice, This moment praise with heart and voice What pleaseth God! His counsel wise would I make known, The works of wonder He hath done; His saving grace, eternal pow’r, That work producing every hour What pleaseth God. He rules above and rules below; On Him hangs all our weal and woe; He bears the world in His high hand, For us brings forth the sea and land What pleaseth God! His hands the elements restrain; His hands our mortal life sustain— Give summer, winter, day, and night, That evermore to do delight What pleaseth God! His host, the stars, the moon, and sun, Their wonted courses ever run; Corn, oil, and must, bread, wine, and beer, The fruitful earth brings forth each year, Which pleaseth God! His understanding is all wise, He knows—they are before his eyes, Who evil think and evil do, As well as who the good pursue That pleaseth God! His little flock to Him is dear; When sinning they forsake His fear, He chastens with His Father’s rod, Till they return and do the good That pleaseth God! What cheers and strengtheneth our heart He knows, and ever doth impart Whatever good each one requires, Who seeks for good and aye desires What pleaseth God! Is’t so? then let the world retain What pleaseth her, and she deems gain; But thou in God delighted be, My heart! approve whate’er you see That pleaseth God! Let others then in haughty mood Rejoice in stores of earthly good; But thou the Cross with patience bear, Contented if thou hast the share That pleaseth God! Dost live in sorrow, sunk in grief, Hast much affliction—no relief? Still murmur not, for thou dost bear In this thy bitter life of care What pleaseth God! In suff’rings art thou doom’d to live? Then to thy great Protector cleave; The world and all the creatures too Are under God, can only do What pleaseth God! Doth ev’ry one despise Thy name? Do foes Thee scorn and treat with shame? Be not cast down, for Christ will raise Thy head, who seeth in thy ways What pleaseth God! Faith fastens on the Saviour’s love Works patience, hope that looks above; Lock both within thy secret heart, Thou’lt have as thine eternal part What pleaseth God! Thy part is in the Heav’nly throne, There is thy sceptre, kingdom, crown; There shalt thou taste, and hear, and see, There shall for ever happen thee What pleaseth God! Languages: English

In Despondency and Temptation

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #42 (1867) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: Look up to thy God again Lyrics: Look up to thy God again, Soul, sunk in affliction! Shall He be reproach’d by men Through thy sore dejection? Satan’s wiles dost thou not see? By severe temptation, Gladly would he keep from thee Jesu’s consolation. Shake thy head in scorn, and “flee,” Bid the old deceiver— “Wilt renew thy thrusts at me, Me to fear deliver? Serpent! bruis’d thy head I see; Through His pain hath freed me From thy grasp, my Lord, and He To His joy will lead me. “Dost thou charge my sin to me? When did God command me Judgment to require from thee? Tell me, I demand thee! Who did pow’r on thee bestow Sentence to deliver? Who thyself art sunk so low In hell’s flames for ever.” What I have not done aright Me with sorrow filleth, But of Jesu’s blood the sight All mine anguish stilleth. He the ransom price hath paid, From the cross relieves me, When before God’s throne ’tis laid, Inward joy He gives me. In Christ’s innocence I boast, His right is my glory, Mine His merit, there I trust As in stronghold hoary, That the rage of every foe Evermore resisteth, Though the might of hell below It to storm assisteth. Rage then, devil, and thou, death! Ye can never hurt me; In the trials of my path Doth God’s grace support me. God His only Son to me, Mov’d by love, hath given, That to endless misery I may not be driven. Cry then, foolish world! amain, That God lov’d me never, That my cherish’d hope is vain, Has deceiv’d me ever. Had God been averse to me, Would He have supported All the gifts so rich and free He to me imparted? What is there in sky or sea, What the wide earth over, What that works no good for me, Canst thou then discover? Why do star so beauteously Shine on us from Heaven? Why are, but for good to me, Air and water given? Why do clouds their streams outpour? Why do dews earth cover? Why with verdure’s cover’d o’er, Why flow blessings over Hill and valley, field and wood? Truly for my pleasure, That I dwell secure, and food Have in plenteous measure. My soul on God’s word most dear Feeds and liveth ever, That all Christians love to hear Daily, tiring never. Soon and late my heart in me God opes for receiving Of the Spirit’s grace that He Is so freely giving. Why through holy men of old Have God’s words been given? That we by their light might hold On our way to heaven, My heart’s darkness to dispel, From doubt to deliver, That the conscience sure and well, Be establish’d ever. Now upon this holy ground Build I most securely, See how hell’s malicious hound, Spends ’gainst me his fury. He can never overthrow What God hath upraisèd, But what Satan’s hand doth do That shall be abasèd. I am God’s, and mine is God, Who from Him can part me? Tho’ the cross with heavy load Press on me and smart me. Let it press—the hand of love Hath the cross laid on me, He the burden will remove, When the good is done me. Children whom aright to guide Parents would endeavour, Must the father often chide, Or they’d prosper never. If I’m then a child of grace, Should I shun God ever, When He from sin’s devious ways, Seeks me to deliver? Gracious are the thoughts of God, In the pain He’s sending, Who here weeps beneath the rod, Reaps not woe unending, But eternal joy shall taste In Christ’s garden dwelling, That he shall be there at last, Now assurance feeling. Often God’s own children here Sow in tears and sadness, But at length the long’d-for year Comes of joy and gladness; For the reaping time appears, All their labours after, When are turn’d their grief and tears Into joy and laughter. Christian heart! courageously All the griefs that pain thee Cast behind thee joyfully, More and more sustain thee Let sweet consolation’s light; Praise and honour give you To the God of love and might, He’ll help and relieve you. Languages: English

Be Thou Contented

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #43 (1867) Meter: 9.8.9.8.4.5.4.5.5 First Line: Be thou contented! aye relying Lyrics: Be thou contented! aye relying On thy God, who life is giving, For He hath joys soul satisfying, Wanting Him—in vain thy striving. Thy Spring is He, Thy Sun that ever Rejoiceth thee, And setteth never. Be thou contented! He lightens, comforts, and supports thee, True in heart, by guile unstainèd; When He is near nought ever hurts thee, E’en when smitten sore and painèd. Cross, need, and woe He soon averteth, O’er the last foe His pow’r asserteth. Be thou contented! How it fareth with thee and others, Truly none from Him concealeth, He ever from on high discovers Burden’d hearts, and for them feeleth. Of weeping eyes The tears He counteth, The pile of sighs ’Fore Him high mounteth. Be thou contented! When not another on earth liveth, To whom safe thou may’st confide thee, He’ll faithful prove, who ne’er deceiveth, And to happiest end will guide thee. The secret grief Thy soul that boweth, And when relief To give, He knoweth. Be thou contented! The sighing of thy soul He ever, And thy heart’s deep plaint is hearing; What to another thou wouldst never Tell, reveal to God, ne’er fearing. He is not far, But standeth near thee, Who poor men’s pray’r Marks, soon will hear thee. Be thou contented! To God cleave, He’ll salvation show thee, Let not anguish then depress thee; Although devouring floods o’erflow thee, Rise above it, He will bless thee. When ’neath the load Thy back low bendeth, Thy Prince and God Soon succour sendeth. Be thou contented! Why for thy life should care so grieve thee, How to nourish and sustain it? Thy God, who ever life doth give thee, Will provide for and maintain it. He hath a hand With gifts o’erflowing, On sea and land For aye bestowing. Be thou contented! Who for the forest songsters careth, To their daily portion leads them, For sheep and ox enough prepareth, Slakes their thirst, with plenty feeds them; He’ll care for thee, Thee, lone one! filling, So bounteously Thy hunger stilling. Be thou contented! Say not, the means nowhere appeareth, Where I seek, my effort faileth; God this high name of honour beareth, Helper, when no help availeth! When thou and I Fail to discover Him, speedily He’ll us recover. Be thou contented! Although away thy help is staying, He will not for ever leave thee; Tho’ anxious makes thee His delaying, ’Tis for thy greater good, believe me. What on the way To come ne’er hasteth, Doth longer stay, And sweeter tasteth. Be thou contented! Though ’gainst thee hosts of foes are scheming, Let not all their lies affright thee; Still let them rage against thee, deeming God will hear it and will right thee. Doth God support Thee and thine ever? The foe can hurt Or ruin never. Be thou contented! To each his share of ill is given, Would he only see and know it; No course on earth so fair and even, That no trouble lurks below it. Who can declare, “My house was ever All free from care, And troubled never?” Be thou contented! So must it be, in vain our grieving, All men here must suffer ever, Whate’er upon the earth is living, Evil days avoideth never. Affliction’s blow Doth oft depress us, And lays us low, And death then frees us. Be thou contented! A day will dawn of rest and blessing, When our God will come and save us From the vile body’s bands depressing, And the evils that enslave us. Death soon will come, From woe deliver, And take us home Then all together. Be thou contented! He’ll bring us to the hosts in glory, To the chosen and true-hearted, Who when they clos’d this life’s sad story, Hence in peace to joy departed, And on the shore, The ever-vernal, Hear evermore, The voice eternal. Be thou contented! Languages: English

A Song of Christian Consolation and Joy

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #44 (1867) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: Is God for me? t'oppose me Lyrics: Is God for me? t’oppose me A thousand may uprise; When I to pray’r arouse me, He’ll chase mine enemies. And doth the Head befriend me, Am I belov’d by God? Let foes then rise to rend me, The wild opposing brood! I know—from faith none moves me, I boast—nor feel I shame, That God as father loves me, In Him, a friend I claim. Whene’er the tempest rageth, At my right hand is He, Its violence assuageth, And peace restores to me. My faith securely buildeth On Jesus, and His blood; This, and this only, yieldeth The true eternal good. The life that my soul liveth, Finds nothing on the earth; What Christ the Saviour giveth Of all our love is worth. My Jesus is my Glory, My Splendour, and clear Light, Liv’d He not in and for me, Before God’s eye so bright, And ’fore His pure throne never Could I a moment stay, Must quickly flee for ever, As wax ’fore fire away. My Jesus death subdueth, My sin remitteth quite, He washeth aad reneweth, The crimson maketh white. I joy in Him, can ever A hero’s courage feel, And judgment fear dare never, As though uncleansèd still. Nought, nought, can e’er condemn me, My courage take away; Hell’s flames can ne’er o’erwhelm me, For me they’re quench’d for aye. No sentence e’er can move me, No evil e’er deject, My Saviour who doth love me, Doth with His wings protect. His Spirit in me dwelleth, And ruleth every pow’r, All pain and sorrow stilleth, Dispels all clouds that low’r. What He in me implanteth, He blesseth every hour, Help to say “Father” granteth, With every ransom’d pow’r. When heart with terror breaketh, And weak and worn I feel, Words whispers He and speaketh That are unspeakable; My mouth can frame them never, To God they are well known, Who what delights Him ever Discovers in His own. His Spirit mine relieveth With words of comfort blest, Shows how God succour giveth To all who seek His rest; And how a new and golden Fair city rear’d hath He, Which here from sight withholden, My joyful eyes shall see. My mansion’s there so splendid, Prepar’d in yonder land; Though when my course is ended, I fall—Heav’n still doth stand. Though care here often saddens And causeth tears to flow, My Jesu’s light oft gladdens And sweetens every woe. Whoe’er to Jesus bindeth Himself, doth Satan hate, He’s troubled much and findeth His burden sore and great; To suffer scarce is able, Disgrace and scorn he meets, The cross and every trouble As daily bread he eats. My mind this clear perceiveth, Yet am I undismay’d; To Thee my heart aye cleaveth, On Thee shall cares be laid. Though life and limb it cost me And everything I have, Unshaken shall I trust Thee, Thee never shall I leave. The world may ruin shiver, Thou liv’st eternally, Nor sword nor flame shall ever Divide ’twixt Thee and me. No thirst nor gnawing hunger, No pain nor poverty, Nor mighty prince’s anger Shall ever hinder me. No angel, nought that gladdens, No throne nor majesty, No love nor aught that saddens, No grief nor misery, Nor aught that man discovers, Be it small or great, From Thee, my heav’nly Lover’s Embrace can separate. My heart with joy is springing, And sad I cannot be, ’Tis full of joy and singing, The sunshine doth it see. The Sun that looks with pleasure On me is Christ my King; The glory beyond measure That waits me, makes me sing. Languages: English

A Song of Christian Joy

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #45 (1867) Meter: 8.3.3.6.8.3.3.6 First Line: Why should sorrow ever grieve me? Lyrics: Why should sorrow ever grieve me? Christ is near, What can here E’er of Him deprive me? Who can rob me of my heaven That God’s Son, As mine own, To my faith hath given? Naked was I and unswathèd When on earth At my birth My first breath I breathèd. Naked hence shall I betake me, When I go From earth’s woe, And my breath forsake me. Nought—not e’en the life I’m living, Is mine own, God alone All to me is giving. Must I then His own restore Him? Though bereft Of each gift Still shall I adore Him. Though a heavy cross I’m bearing, And my heart Feels the smart, Shall I be despairing? God can help me, who doth send it, He doth know All my woe And how best to end it. God oft gives me days of gladness, Shall I grieve If He give Seasons too of sadness? God is good, and tempers ever Every hurt, Me desert Wholly can He never, Though united world and devil, All their pow’r Can no more Do than mock and cavil. Let derision now employ them, Christ e’en here Will appear And ’fore all destroy them. True believers shrinking never, Where they dwell Should reveal Their true colours ever. When approaching death would scare them, Still should they Patient stay And with courage bear them. Death can never kill us even, But relief From all grief To us then is given. It doth close life’s mournful story, Make a way That we may Pass to heav’nly glory. There I’ll reap enduring pleasure, After woe Here below Suffer’d in large measure. Lasting good we find here never, All the earth Deemeth worth Vanisheth for ever. What is all this life possesseth? But a hand Fall of sand That the heart distresseth. Noble gifts that pall me never, Christ so free There gives me To enjoy for ever. Shepherd! Lord! joy’s fountain ever, Thou art mine, I am Thine, No one can us sever. I am Thine, because Thou gavest Life and blood For my good, By Thy death me savest. Thou’rt mine, for I love and own Thee, Ne’er shall I, Light of joy, From my heart dethrone Thee. Let me, let me soon behold Thee Face to face, Thy embrace May it soon enfold me! Languages: English

Christian Devotion to God’s Will

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #46 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 First Line: I into God's own heart and mind Lyrics: I into God’s own heart and mind My heart and mind deliver, What evil seems, a gain I find, E’en death is life for ever. I am His son, Who spread the throne Of heaven high above me. Tho’ I bend low Beneath His blow, Yet still His heart doth love me. He ne’er can prove untrue to me, My Father aye must love me, And tho’ He cast me in the sea, He only thus would prove me; In what He good Doth count, He would My heart establish ever. And if I stand, His mighty hand Will raise me, and deliver. Vain had my own pow’r ever been, To have adorn’d or made me; In soul and body God is seen, He form’d and He array’d me, Plac’d mind and wit On the soul’s seat, And flesh and bones did give me. Who thus so free Supplieth me Can ne’er mean to deceive me. Say, where a place to lay my head, On earth had I attainèd? Long since had I been cold and dead Had God not me sustainèd With His strong arm, That ever warm, And glad and healthy maketh. Whom He gives joy May praise employ, What He leaves, falls and breaketh. Wisdom and understanding true In Him are ever dwelling; Time, place, to leave undone or do, He knoweth, never failing. He ever knows When joys, when woes, Are best for those He loveth. What He doth here— Tho’ it appear Ill—to be good aye proveth. Thou think’st indeed, if thou hast not What flesh and blood is yearning To have, that trial mars thy lot, Thy light to darkness turning. Of toil and care Thou hast large share, Ere thou thy wish attainest, And dost not see Whatever thee Befals, thereby thou gainest. In truth, He who created thee, His glory in thee showing, Hath long ago in His decree Determin’d—all foreknowing— What good for thee And thine will be, In faithfulness he’ll give it. Curb thou thy will, Wait! be thou still, To His good pleasure leave it. Whate’er to send, seems good to God, ’Twill be at last refreshing, Altho’ thou call’st it cross and load ’Tis fraught with richest blessing. Wait patiently, His grace to thee He’ll speedily discover. All grief and fear Shall disappear Like mist the hills spread over. The field, unless the storm rage high, Its ripe fruits yieldeth never, So men were ruin’d utterly If all were prosp’rous ever. Though health it gives, And thus relieves, The bitter aloe paineth; So must the heart With anguish smart, Ere it to health attaineth. My God! my God! into Thy hand I joyfully now yield me, Keep me, a stranger in the land, E’en to the end, Lord! shield me. Deal with me now As well dost know, That I may profit by it; Then more and more Thy glorious pow’r, Lord! show, and magnify it. Wilt cause Thy sun on me to shine, With pleasure, Lord, I’ll share it; Should trial or mischance be mine, Then patiently I’ll bear it. Of life the door Should it before Me open here stand ever, Where Thou lead’st me, I’ll joyfully Go with Thee, shrinking never. Should I along the path of death, Through the dark vale be treading, ’Tis well, ’tis the appointed path, E’en there Thine eyes are leading. My Shepherd! Thou Art all below To such an issue bringing, That I to Thee, Eternally, Shall songs of praise be singing. Languages: English

Commit Thy Way Unto The Lord, Trust Also in Him, And He Shall Bring it to Pass

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #47 (1867) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: Commit whatever grieves thee Lyrics: Commit whatever grieves thee At heart, and all thy ways, To Him who never leaves thee, On whom creation stays. Who freest courses maketh For clouds, and air, and wind, And care who ever taketh A path for thee to find. The Lord thou must repose on If thou wouldst prosper sure, His work must ever gaze on If thine is to endure. By anxious care and grieving, By self-consuming pain, God is not mov’d to giving; By pray’r must thou obtain. Thy grace that ever floweth, O Father! what is good, Or evil, ever knoweth, To mortal flesh and blood. What to Thine eye all-seeing, And to Thy counsel wise Seems good, doth into being, O mighty Prince, arise! For means it fails Thee never, Thou always find’st a way, Thy doing’s blessing ever, Thy path like brightest day. Thy work can no one hinder, Thy labour cannot rest, If Thou design’st Thy tender Children should be bless’d. Though all the powers of evil Should rise up to resist, Without a doubt or cavil God never will desist; His undertakings ever At length He carries through; What He designs He never Can fail at all to do. Hope on, thou heart, grief-riven, Hope, and courageous be, Where anguish thee hath driven, Thou shalt deliv’rance see. God, from thy pit of sadness Shall raise thee graciously; Wait, and the sun of gladness Thine eyes shall early see. Up! up! to pain and anguish A long good night now say; Drive all that makes thee languish In grief and woe away. Thine ’tis not to endeavour The ruler’s part to play, God sits as ruler ever, Guides all things well each day. Let Him alone—and tarry He is a Prince all wise, He shall Himself so carry, ’Twill strange seem in thine eyes, When He as Him beseemeth, In wonderful decree, Shall as Himself good deemeth, O’errule what grieveth thee. He may awhile still staying His comforts keep from thee, And on His part delaying, Seem to have utterly Forgotten and forsaken And put thee out of mind, Though thou’rt by grief o’ertaken, No time for thee to find. But if thou never shrinkest, And true dost still remain, He’ll come when least thou thinkest, And set thee free again, Thee from the load deliver, That burdeneth thy heart, That thou hast carried never For any evil part. Hail! child of faith, who gainest The victory alway, Who honour’s crown obtainest, That never fades away. God in thy hand will give thee, One day, the glorious palm; Who ne’er in grief did leave thee, To Him thou’lt sing thy psalm. O Lord no longer lengthen Our time of misery, Our hands and feet now strengthen, And until death may we By Thee be watched and car’d for, In faithfulness and love, So come we where prepar’d for Us is our bless’d abode. Languages: English

Song of Consolation

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #48 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 First Line: Thou must not altogether be Lyrics: Thou must not altogether be O’ercome by sad vexation, God soon will cause to shine on thee The light of consolation. In patience wait, and be thou still, And let the Lord do what He will, He never can do evil. Is this the first time we have known And tasted sore affliction? What have we had but grief alone On earth, and sore dejection? We’ve had an ample share of grief, Yet God hath sometimes sent relief, A respite brief of gladness. Not so doth God our Father mean, When His afflictions grieve us, That no more shall His face be seen That He’ll for ever leave us; His purposes quite other are, That those who from Him wander far By trial be recover’d. It is our nature’s evil mood That when in joys we’re living, We then forsake our highest good, Ourselves to license giving. We earthly are, and deem more worth The things and pleasures of the earth, Than all that dwells in heaven. God therefore all our joys doth blight, Lets trials overtake us, Takes that wherein our hearts delight, Look up to Him to make us, That to His goodness and His pow’r, That we’ve neglected heretofore, We may return as children. When we return to Him again He graciously receives us, To joy He turns our every pain, To laughter turns what grieves us; To Him it is a simple art, He soon doth help to him impart Whom He with love embraceth. Afflicted band! oh, fall ye now With contrite hearts before Him, Tell Him that ye in homage bow To His great name; implore Him In grace your sins to take away, The load He on your backs did lay To bear, your wounds to bind up. Grace always before right must go, And wrath to love yield ever; His merest mercy, when we low Are lying, must deliver. His hand it is upholds us all, If we let go, then break and fall Must all our work to pieces. On God’s love must thou ever stay, Nor let aught overthrow thee, E’en when the heav’ns shall pass away And earth shall crash below thee: God promiseth His grace to thee, His word is clear, who fearlessly Trusts it, is ne’er deceivèd. So darest thou His pow’r so great Ne’er doubt a moment even, Who is it that doth all create,— By whom all gifts are given? God doth it, and His counsel wise Can ever ways and means devise, When every man despaireth. Seems help impossible to thee? This should’st thou know however, God by our narrow thoughts can be Hemm’d and confinèd never, This ne’er to us alloweth He; He everywhere,—His arm is free,— Doth more than we can fathom. What is His wide dominion fair? ’Tis full of varied wonder; He helpeth us when dark despair We helplessly sink under, To His great name this is the praise, If thou wilt see His holy place, Thou must ascribe for ever. Languages: English

The 13th Psalm of David

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #49 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 First Line: How long, Lord, in forgetfulness Lyrics: How long, Lord, in forgetfulness And darkness wilt Thou leave me? How long will sorrow on me press And deep heart-anguish grieve me? Wilt Thou Thy face, Lord, utterly Turn from me? wilt ne’er look on me In grace and in compassion? How long shall I, thy stricken child, Bereft of soul-rest languish? How long shall storm and wind so wild, Fill heart with fear and anguish? How long shall my proud enemy, Who only meaneth ill to me, Exult o’er me in triumph? Ah! look on me, my Shield and Lord! Down from Thy holy heaven, And hear now my complaining word, My pray’r from heart grief-riven. Give to mine eyes, Lord, pow’r and might, And do not let death’s gloomy night So speedily o’ertake me. For then, Lord, ev’ry enemy Would never cease to glory, And were I prostrate utterly, Would ever triumph o’er me. “There lieth he,” they’d cry in joy, “Who caus’d us evermore annoy, He’s prostrate and ne’er riseth.” I know them, and I know fall well The wickedness they’re planning, Their hearts with ev’ry evil swell, No good them e’er restraining. But Thou, the faithful One, Lord, art, And those who choose Thee for their part, Thou nevermore forsakest. My soul doth calmly trust in Thee, Thou true to me remainest, Of malice and of subtlety The course, with pow’r restrainest. This makes my heart with joy o’erflow, That willingly dost Thou bestow Salvation on the trusting. O Lord! for aye I’ll trust in Thee, Thou’rt my sole joy for ever; Thou doest well, protectest me, From sorrow dost deliver. And therefore I my whole life long, Will sing Thee oft a gladsome song Of praise and of thanksgiving. Languages: English

In grateful songs your voices raise

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #50 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: In grateful songs your voices raise, All people here below, To Him whom angels ever praise, In heav’n His glory show. With gladsome songs now fill the air To God our chiefest Joy, Who worketh wonders ev’rywhere, Whose hands great things employ; Who from the womb to latest years Upholds the life He gave; Who when no help from man appears Himself appears to save; Who though our way His heart oft grieves, Maintains a gracious mood, Remits the pains, the sin forgives, And doth us nought but good. Oh, may He give a joyous heart, The mind from sorrow keep, And cast all care, fear, grief, and smart Into the ocean deep. And may His blessing ever rest On Israel’s favour’d head; May all we do by Him be bless’d, May His salvation spread. May love and goodness toward us flow, In bounteous streams each day, And every anxious care we know, Be chas’d by Him away. As long as beats each throbbing heart, Our Saviour may He be, Our portion when from earth we part, To all eternity. When sinks the heart, when strength decays, By Him our eyes be press’d, Then may we see His open face, In everlasting rest. Languages: English