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Evening Blessing

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #61 (1867) Meter: 7.7.7.7.6.7.7.7.7.6 First Line: The daylight disappeareth Lyrics: The daylight disappeareth, It fleeth, and night neareth, Its gloom is spreading o’er us, With slumber to o’erpower us And all the wearied earth. The working day now endeth, My heart to Thee ascendeth, For toil and rest who’st given The morning and the even,— In praise my heart bursts forth. Break forth, my heart, in singing, Praise to thy Maker bringing, Who soul and body giveth, More good than heart conceiveth, Or tongue can ever tell; No moment passeth over That doth not much discover Of goodness overflowing, He’s aye on us bestowing, Each hour doth show it well. Just as the shepherd’s treasure, The sheep in boundless pleasure O’er greenest pastures wander, Their guardian’s guidance under, With free and fearless mind, Themselves with flowers filling, Their thirst at fresh springs stilling, So me to-day hath guided, With every good provided, My Shepherd, good and kind. God hath not me forsaken, Though I sin’s course have taken, Not fearing e’er to leave Him, By waywardness to grieve Him, And wound His Father-heart. Let, Father, Thy zeal never Burn ’gainst me, nor me sever From Thee and from Thy blessing; My doing and transgressing Awake regret and smart. Oh! hear me, Father, praying, My waywardness and straying From Thee, my evil doing, Into the ocean throwing, Forgive eternally. But may Thine angels hover Round me, and be my cover, All evil from me keeping; With Thee will I be sleeping, I’ll rise again with Thee. Now may mine eyelids closing Be peacefully reposing, All free from care and sorrow, Till on the golden morrow I joyfully awake. Thy wings shall shield me ever, The enemy shall never Thy flock and me endanger, Whom day and night in anger His prey he seeks to make. When silent or when talking, When sitting or when walking, To Thee I’m wholly given, Thou art my life from heaven, This word is true and sore. In every undertaking, In sleeping hours and waking, My fortress art Thou ever, Thine arm doth aye deliver, My bliss doth aye endure. Languages: English

Now spread are evening’s shadows

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #62 (1867) Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 First Line: Now spread are evening's shadows Lyrics: Now spread are evening’s shadows, O’er forests, towns, and meadows, And sleepeth ev’ry eye; Awake my pow’rs and sing ye, And pray’r and praises bring ye, That your Creator please on high! O Sun! where art thou vanish’d? The night thy light hath banish’d, The night of day the foe; Go then, for now appeareth Another Sun and cheereth My heart—’tis Jesus Christ, my joy! We’ve seen the day’s declining, The golden stars are shining In yonder dark-blue sky. There shall I be for ever When God doth me deliver, From this low vale of misery. To rest the body hasteth, Itself of clothes divesteth, Type of mortality! I’ll put it off, and o’er me Christ will the robe of glory Throw, and of immortality! Head, hands, and feet so tirèd Are glad the day’s expirèd, That work comes to an end; My heart be fill’d with gladness That God from all earth’s sadness, And from sin’s toil relief will send. Lie down, my members tirèd Upon your couch desirèd, Lie down my wearied head! A day and hour is nearing They’ll be for you preparing Beneath the sod, a quiet bed. Mine eyes scarce ope are keeping, A moment—I’ll be sleeping, Where’s body then and soul? In grace Thy care then make me, May evil ne’er o’ertake me, Thou Shepherd Lord of Israel! O Jesus, be my cover! And spread both Thy wings over Thy child, and shield Thou me! Though Satan would devour me, Let angels ever o’er me Sing, “This child shall uninjur’d be!” And you, my well belovèd! Shall by no ill be movèd, No danger shall betide. God peaceful slumbers send you, With golden arms defend you, Send guardian angels to your side! Languages: English

Summer Song

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #63 (1867) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 First Line: Go forth, my heart, and seek delight Lyrics: Go forth, my heart, and seek delight In this summer time so bright, The bounties God displayeth, The garden’s splendour go and see, Behold how God for me and thee Them gorgeously arrayeth. The trees with leaves are cover’d o’er, The earth with carpet spreads her floor Of green, all fresh and tender, The tulip and narcissus wear Attire of finer texture fair Than Solomon in splendour. The lark aspiring soars on high, Flies from her cleft the dove so shy, And seeks the woodland shadow; The nightingale with song so rare Delights and fills the ev’ning air O’er mountain, vale, and meadow. Leads forth her little brood the hen, The stork builds near the haunts of men, And feed their young the swallows; The stag so swift, the roe so light Of foot, come bounding from the height Into the grassy hollows. The brooklets murmur in the sand, And fringe the edge on either hand With myrtle rich in shadow; The shepherds and the sheep rejoice, In joy and mirth you hear their voice Sound from the neighb’ring meadow. The bee through all the live-long hours, Unwearied roams among the flow’rs, Its precious stores to gather; The strong juice of the vine each hour Is ever gaining strength and pow’r This glorious summer weather. While springeth fast the precious grain, The young and old exult again, Praise Him with all their powers, Whose benefits unceasing are, With gifts so manifold and rare Who human nature dowers. I cannot rest, I never dare, In my Creator’s gracious care My inmost soul rejoices, To God most High, when all things raise A song of universal praise, My voice shall join their voices. Methinks it is so pleasant here, All things so beautiful appear In this our poor world even; What will it be when earth we leave, And at its golden gates receive Glad welcome into Heaven? What purest light, what ecstasy, Will in the Saviour’s garden be! How will it sound when ’fore Thee, All with united heart and voice, Ten thousand seraphins rejoice And rev’rently adore Thee. Ah! blessèd God, oh! were I there Before Thy throne, and did I bear My branch of palm victorious, As angels do, my voice I’d raise Thine ever blessèd name to praise, In songs of triumph glorious. But though I still am dwelling here, And still the body’s burden bear, Can I be silent?—Never! My heart, no matter where I be, Or here or there, shall bend to Thee, In adoration ever. Help! Lord, my soul with blessings crown, With blessings that from Heav’n flow down, That I may blossom ever! And may the summer of Thy grace Cause fruits of faith to grow apace, Fruits that shall wither never. And may Thy Spirit dwell in me, May I a good branch ever be Ingrafted in the Saviour! In Thine own garden may I be To Thy name’s praise a goodly tree, Implanted by Thy favour! Grant me Thy paradise to share, And more fruit may I ever bear While I am going thither. Thine honour, Lord, to me is dear, Thee and Thee only shall I here And yonder serve for ever. Languages: English

Occasioned by Great and Unseasonable Rain

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #64 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O God! who dost Heav'n's sceptre wield Lyrics: O God! who dost Heav’n’s sceptre wield What is it that now makes our field, And everything that it doth bear, Such sad and ruin’d aspect wear? Nought else, in truth, but that the band Of men from Thee on every hand Have fallen utterly away, Their guilt increasing every day. They who as God’s own property His name should praise continually, And of God’s word should love the light, Like heathen are involv’d in night. The Heav’ns are all with darkness clad, The firmament’s clear light doth fade; We wait to see the light again At dawn of day, but wait in vain. In ceaseless strifes involv’d men are, In every place is fearful war, In every corner hate and spite, Contentions every class delight. The elements o’er all the land Are stretching out ’gainst us the hand, And troubles from the sea arise, And troubles come down from the skies. It is a time of anguish sore, For hunted, plagued their time before The people are into the grave, No rest to them do they vouchsafe. The source of joy becometh sad, The sun hath ceas’d to make us glad, And all at once the clouds descend, Shed tears that never seem to end. Ah, child of man! go weep alone, Thy many grievous sins bemoan, Henceforward from thy crimes refrain, Repent, and be thou clean again. Fall on thy knees, thyself now throw On God, that He may mercy show, That His deservèd wrath may be By Him to grace turn’d speedily. He’s faithful, and aye true will be, Nought else desireth but that we With reverence and godly fear To seek His mercy should draw near. Ah! Father, Father, hear our cry, Redeem us, ’neath sin’s yoke we lie, From out the world drawn may we be, And Thou Thyself turn us to Thee. Subdue Thou our rebellious mood, And make us, sinners, pure and good; Whom Thou dost turn, soon turn’d is he, Who heareth Thee, is heard by Thee! And let Thine eye now friendly be, The anguish’d cry that reacheth Thee From earth, from our sad hearts, O Lord, With gracious ear do Thou regard. Wrath’s black robe tear off with Thy hand And comfort Thou us and our land, And may the genial sun shine forth And ripen the fair fruits of earth. And, Lord, as long as we may live Our daily bread in bounty give, And when the end of time we see The bread give of eternity! Languages: English

Thanksgiving for Gracious Sunshine

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #65 (1867) Meter: 6.6.7.7.7.7 First Line: Now gone is all the rain Lyrics: Now gone is all the rain, Rejoice my heart again, Sing after times of sadness To God thy Lord with gladness! Our God His heart hath turnèd Our pray’r He hath not spurnèd. On sea and on our land Outstretchèd was His hand, In anger us addressing; He said, “Ye’re aye transgressing, In ways of sin ye wander, Nor ever turn, nor ponder. “So shall my Heaven’s light Its countenance so bright With robe of blackness cover, With dark clouds be spread over; No longer shine in glory But shall be weeping o’er thee.” Appeas’d His wrath our sighs That to His ears did rise, For He forgetteth never His mercy that dures ever, His Spirit tow’rd us yearning, His anger ceas’d from burning. The clouds away then sped, The path the damp winds tread, From whence the rain descended, Was clos’d, the torrents ended, And from the deeps of Heaven No waters more were given. Now wearied field away Thy robe of sadness lay, Arise from out thy sadness And let us hear with gladness Thee songs of summer raising, Thy great Creator praising. The glorious sun, see there, Comes forth again so fair, With blessings earth doth cover; Now all the rains are over, Hills, valleys are receiving Its wondrous beams life-giving. The earth’s reviv’d again; What drown’d was by the rain Will once again be living And precious fruit be giving, The fields good wheat forth bringing, In meadows grass be springing. The trees so very fair Fruit-laden will stand there; From hill-sides like a river Will wine and oil flow ever; In warm and quiet weather Will bees their honey gather. Our portion He will give Who in the Heav’ns doth live. He’ll bounteously bestow it, We shall partake and know it; And what earth will supply us Will amply satisfy us. God faithful is and true, His mercy’s ever new, His anger soon is turnèd. He gives what we’ve ne’er earnèd He doth Himself discover To us, our sins looks over. O man! direct thy ways, And all thou dost, to praise Thy Master’s love and favour, So that thy heart may never His faithful heart be grieving, To Him offence be giving! Languages: English

The Wonderful Estate of Matrimony

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #66 (1867) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 First Line: Full of wonder, full of art Lyrics: Full of wonder, full of art, Full of wisdom, full of pow’r, Full of kindness, grace, and heart, Full of comfort flowing o’er, Full of wonder, still I say, Is Love’s chaste and gentle sway. Those who’ve never met before, Ne’er each other known nor seen, Never in the idlest hour Thus employ’d their thoughts have been, Yet whose hearts and hands in love Tieth God who lives above! His child doth this father guide, That one traineth his each day, Each their special wind and tide Speed upon their sep’rate way, When the time appointed’s there, Lo! they’re a well-mated pair! Here grows up a prudent son, And a noble daughter there; One will be the other’s crown, One the other’s rest from care Each will be the other’s light, But from both ’tis hidden quite, Till it’s pleasing in His sight Who the world holds in His pow’r, To all giveth what is right Freely in th’ appointed hour; Then appears in word and deed What hath been by Him decreed. Then Ahasuerus’ eye First doth quiet Esther see; To where Sara peacefully Dwells, Tobias leadeth He; David then, with pliant will, Fetcheth prudent Abigail. Jacob flees from Esau’s face, And he meeteth Rachel fair; Joseph in a foreign place Serves, and winneth Asnath there; Moses did with Jethro stay, And bore Zipporah away. Each one taketh, each doth find What the Lord doth choose for him; What in Heaven is design’d, Comes to pass on earth in time. And whatever happens thus Order’d wisely is for us. This or that might better be, Oft this foolish thought is ours; But as midnight utterly Fails to be like noonday’s hours, So the feeble mind of man God’s great wisdom cannot scan. Whom God joins together live, What the best is knoweth He, Our thoughts only can deceive, His from all defects are free; God’s work standeth firm for aye, When all other must decay. Look at pious children who Enter’d have the holy state, How well for them God doth do, See what joys upon them wait; To their doings God doth send Evermore a happy end. Of their virtues the renown Blossometh for evermore, As a shadow when is gone Of all other love the flow’r; When truth faileth everywhere, Their’s still bloometh fresh and fair, Fresh their love is evermore, Ever doth its youth renew, Love their table covers o’er, Sweetens all they say and do. Love their hearts aye giveth rest, When they’re burden’d and oppress’d. Though things oft go crookedly, Even then this love is still, Can the cross bear patiently, Thinking ’tis the Father’s will. From this thought doth comfort taste, Better days will come at last Meanwhile streams of blessing gives God with bounty rich and free, Mind and body He relieves, And the house too foundeth He; What is small and men despise, Makes He great and multiplies. And when all is over here That the Lord designs in love, For His faithful children dear, Taketh them to courts above, And with great delight in grace Folds them in His warm embrace. Now ’tis ever full of heart, Full of comfort flowing o’er, Full of wonder, full of art, Full of wisdom, full of pow’r, Full of wonder, still I say, Is love’s chaste and gentle sway. Languages: English

Song of Consolation for Married Christians

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #67 (1867) Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7.2.2.4.4.4.8 First Line: Oh, Jesus Christ! how bright and fair Lyrics: Oh, Jesus Christ! how bright and fair The state of holy marriage where Thy blessing rich is given What gracious gifts Thou dost bestow, What streams of blessing ever flow Down from Thy holy heaven, When they True stay To Thee ever, Leave Thee never, Whose troth plighted, In one life have been united. When man and wife are mated well, In harmony together dwell, Are faithful to each other, The streams of bliss flow constantly What bliss of angels is on high From hence may we discover; No storm, No worm Can destroy it, Can e’er gnaw it, What God giveth To the pair that in Him liveth. He giveth of His grace the boon, And in its bosom late and soon His own belov’d He keepeth, His arms He daily spreadeth o’er, Guards as a Father by His pow’r Us and our house, nor sleepeth. Still we Must be Here and thither Roaming ever, Till He gives us Pious homes, and thus relieves us. The husband’s like a goodly tree Whose branches spread so fair and free; The wife a vine that giveth Much fruit, and nurtures what it bears, Whose fruit increaseth with the years, Fruit that remains and liveth. Jewel, All hail! Husband’s treasure! House’s pleasure! Crown of honour! On His throne God thinketh on her. O wife! the Lord hath chosen thee That from thy womb brought forth should be The folk His church that buildeth; His wondrous work goes on for aye, The mighty word His mouth doth say, What thou beholdest, yieldeth, Sons fair Stand there, Daughters sitting Working, knitting, Finely spinning, And with art time wisely winning. Be of good cheer, it was not we Who first this order did decree, It was a higher Father, Who lov’d and loveth us for aye, And from whose lips when griev’d each day We friendly counsel gather; Good end He’ll send, What we’re doing And pursuing, Or conceiving Wise and happy issue giving. A time will come, it cannot fail, When we ’neath trials sore shall quail, And tears be freely flowing; To him who bears it patiently, By God’s grace shall his sorrow be Turn’d into joy o’erflowing. Toil now, Wait thou, He arriveth Who rest giveth, Who can ever Banish care and soon deliver. Come hither then, my King so bless’d! In trials guide, in pain give rest, In anxious times relieving! To Thee we shall ascribe the praise, Our hearts and voices we shall raise In one loud song, thanks giving, Till we With Thee Ever dwelling, And fulfilling Thy will ever, Thy name cease to praise shall never. Languages: English

Of Death and Dying

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #68 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 First Line: Lord God! Thou art for evermore Lyrics: Lord God! Thou art for evermore Thy people’s habitation, And Thou existence hadst before Was laid the earth’s foundation! Ere yet the hills began to be Thou lived’st in eternity, Of all things the beginning! Thou lettest all the crowds of men Through death’s dark portals wander, And biddest them return again, Those others follow yonder. With Thee a thousand years are aye Like watch of night or yesterday When it is gone for ever. Thou lettest the base hosts of men E’en as a stream be flowing, And as a ship upon the main That fav’ring winds are blowing, And as a sleep and dream of night That when men wake at morning light They can no more remember. We’re like an herb that early dies, Or grass in fields that groweth, That in the morning flourishes, Ere night the mower moweth. So is’t with man: he blooms to-day, To-morrow he is borne away If but a breath doth touch him! Because Thy wrath ’gainst us doth glow, Lord! we so early vanish, And for our sins Thou lay’st us low, And from Thy face dost banish. Our sins Thou sett’st before Thine eyes, Then doth Thine indignation rise In Thine heart ever holy! This fire it is consumes in all Our bones the marrow ever; And hence it is that great or small From death escapeth never. And hence our days are passing o’er Like tales that oft beguile an hour And that are soon forgotten. And scarcely doth our life on earth To seventy years last even; And what are all our labours worth If four-score years be given. What is the sum of all our gain From youth to age, but toil and pain, Heart-sorrow and vexation? We’re ever toiling full of care, And ere we do bethink us To stop our work, lo! death is there, Into the grave to sink us. And speedily we pass away, Yet of their end none ever stay To think, nor of God’s anger. O teach us, Lord! to think each day Upon this earth’s affliction, That when we think on death we may Grow wiser by reflection. Ah! turn on us again Thy face And be at peace, O God of grace! With Thy rebellious children. And early with Thy mercy free Be soul and body filling, And late and early, Lord, may we Thy glorious praise be telling. O chiefest joy! our hearts now cheer, And once more give us good times here, The days have been so evil. We’ve borne the cross these weary years, Now let Thy sun be shining, Vouchsafe us laughter after tears, And pleasure after pining. And evermore, O Lord! make known Thy works of wonder to Thine own, Thine honour to Thy children. Be Thou our faithful friend and God, Establish us for ever! And when we err from wisdom’s road Give penitence and favour! Turn Thou our hearts again to Thee, May all our works establish’d be, Crown all we do with blessing! Languages: English

A rest here have I never

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #69 (1867) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: A rest here have I never, A guest on earth am I, Heav’n will be mine for ever, My Fatherland’s on high. Here up and down I’m driven; In rest eternal there, God’s gift of grace is given That endeth toil and care. What hath my whole life ever From youth been to this hour, But labour ceasing never, As long as I have pow’r To tell of; days of anguish I’ve past, and oft the night In sorrow did I languish Until the morning light. And on the ways I’ve wander’d What storms have terrified, It blew, rain’d, lighten’d, thunder’d, Fear was on every side. Hate, envy, opposition Rag’d, undeserv’d by me, This was the sad condition I must bear patiently. So liv’d the honour’d fathers In whose footsteps we tread, From whom the saint oft gathers The wisdom he may need Of trial what full measure Had father Abraham, Ere he attain’d his pleasure, To his right dwelling came. How rough too and uneven The way that Isaac trod, And Jacob, who had striven And had prevail’d with God; What bitter grief and wearing Felt he, what woe and smart; In fear and in despairing Oft sank his fainting heart. The holy souls and blessèd Went forward on their race, They chang’d with hearts distressèd Their wonted dwelling-place: They hither went and thither, Great crosses bore each day, Till death came to deliver, Them in the grave to lay. In patience am I giving Myself to just such woe? Could I be better living Than such have liv’d below? Here must we suffer ever, Here must we upwards strive; Who fights not well shall never In joy eternal live. While on the earth I’m staying, My life shall thus be spent, I would not be delaying For aye in this strange tent. Along the paths I wander That lead me to my home, God boundless comfort yonder Will give me when I come. My home is high above me, Where angel hosts for aye Praise Him whose heart doth love me, Who ruleth all each day, Who aye preserves and beareth All in His hand of might, Who orders and prepareth What good seems in His sight. For home my tir’d heart yearneth, I’d gladly thither go, From earth away it turneth From all I’ve here pass’d through. The longer here I’m staying I less of pleasure taste, My spirit’s thirst allaying, The world’s an arid waste. The dwelling is unholy, The trouble is too great. Why com’st Thou, Lord, so slowly To free me from this state? Come, make a happy ending Of all my wanderings, Relief by Thy pow’r sending, From all my sufferings. Where I’ve so long remainèd Is not my proper home; When my life’s end is gainèd, Then forth from it I’ll come, What here I’ve needed ever I’ll put it all away; When soul and body sever, Me in the grave they’ll lay. Thou, who my Joy art ever, And of my life the Light, When death life’s thread doth sever, Bring’st me to heav’n so bright, To mansions everlasting, Where I shall ever shine, E’en as the sun, while tasting Of pleasures all divine. There I’ll be ever living Not merely as a guest, With those who crowns receiving From Thee are ever bless’d; I’ll celebrate in glory Thine ev’ry mighty deed, My portion have before Thee, From every evil freed. Languages: English

Christian Joy in Death

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: PGSS1867 #70 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7 First Line: My face, why should'st thou troubled be Lyrics: My face, why should’st thou troubled be When thou of death art hearing? Know it, it cannot injure thee, Contemplate it, ne’er fearing. When thou dost know Death, all its woe Will soon be disappearing. From the old serpent’s face first tear The mask he is assuming, And lo! no poison more is there, ’Tis harmless through the coming Of Christ to save, Who to the grave Went down, death thus o’ercoming. Thou, Lord, didst break our foe’s great pow’r, His sting thus from him taking, The butt of scorn he’s evermore, No mischief can be making. Thy precious blood Damps his hot mood, His ardour’s him forsaking. ’Twas sin that was the sting of death, And on to dying drove us, For ever done away sin hath Our Saviour, who did love us. Its pow’r and might Is broken quite, Though it to grief may move us. Now sin is dead, God’s anger’s turn’d, He’s reconcil’d; the Saviour Hath borne the curse our debts had earn’d, Restor’d us to God’s favour. Who was our foe Our friend is now, Is full of grace for ever. It cannot be, if Thou’rt my friend, That Thou would’st kill me ever; Thy Father’s heart can ne’er intend To death me to deliver, And who is e’er Thy child and heir By ill is injur’d never. But Thou, O Father! doest well When trials sore are grieving, When misery the life doth fill, The waves around us heaving, That us Thy hand To Fatherland Brings, from the floods relieving. When from the angry skies storms break, And mountains quake before them, The thunder of Thy wrath doth shake The hills, and pealeth o’er them, Then dost Thou come And takest home Thine own, Thou carest for them. When rage around our enemies, Our injury are seeking, When lions, wolves, and bears arise, Their vengeance on us wreaking, Thou tak’st Thy sheep, Dost safely keep Them near Thee, comfort speaking. And if the world treats evilly Him who to Thee is cleaving, Thou sayest, “Come to me, my son! Come, from me be receiving Love, pleasure, joy, That never cloy, That I for aye am giving.” And angel hosts then joyfully Descend, and round us hover, And tend the soul so carefully; And when life’s course is over To God on high It peacefully Goes with them ’neath their cover. The Lord His bride meets joyfully And saith, “Now welcome ever, I have espousèd thee to me, To all mine own come hither! Whom I ’fore thee Have brought to me, From yon world did deliver. “Thou true and faithful wast in heart, Wast ne’er asham’d to own me, And now receivest thou thy part, With crown of joy I crown thee. Thy part am I, Eternally Beside me I enthrone thee. “Of thine eyes now I dry the flood, Thy bitter tears am stilling; Here turn’d is to thy highest good, The grief thou once wert feeling; Of thy grief’s sea No one shall be Here save with rapture telling. “All my belov’d ones clothe I here In pure white linen ever, With joy in heaven they appear, Here envy felt is never. Here is no death, No cross nor scath, Good friends at all can sever.” O God! why should the thought of death With terror make me shiver? ’Tis he who’ll from the yoke beneath Of mis’ry me deliver. From torture He Will set me free, I can regret it never. For death is the Red Sea to me, Through which on dry land ever Thine Israel, so dear to Thee, Pass to the land of favour, Where milk and wine Flow ever in Full streams that cease shall never. It is heav’n’s golden door to me, The fiery car God sendeth, Wherein my spirit speedily To th’ angel choir ascendeth, When God shall say “Thy working day Of life below now endeth.” O sweetest joy, O blessèd rest! To all true-hearted given, Come, let mine eyes by Thee be press’d, In peace take me to heaven. May I roam there ’Mong pastures fair Where day ne’er knoweth even. What fails us here, there will He give, Full measure to us bringing, Our grateful songs shall He receive, From loving hearts up-springing. And there shall I Too, willingly Song after song be singing. Languages: English