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O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 20 hymnals Lyrics: O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart, Joy of my soul! to Thee To earth Thy knowledge I impart, As it is known to me. Thou art the Fount of grace, I know, And Spring aye fall and free, Whence saving health and goodness flow Each day so bounteously. What have we here or what are we, Of good what can earth give, That we do not alone from Thee, Our Father, aye receive? The tent-like firmament who builds, Who spreads th’ expanse of blue, Who sends to fertilize our fields Refreshing rain and dew? Who warmeth us in cold and frost, Who shields us from the wind, Who orders it that wine and must We in their season find? Who is it life and health bestows, Who keeps us with His hand In golden peace, wards off war’s woes, From our dear native land? The work is Thine, my God! my Lord! And Thine must ever be; Before our door Thou keepest guard, In rest we’re kept by Thee. Thou feedest us from year to year, And constant dost abide; When danger fills our hearts with fear, With help art at our side. With patience dost Thou ever chide, Nor long Thine anger keep, But castest all our sins aside Into the ocean deep. Whene’er our burden’d hearts we raise To Thee, Thou’rt soon appeas’d; The help Thou send’st shows forth Thy praise, And our sad hearts are eas’d. Thou mark’st how oft Thy people weep And what their sorrows are, Their tears dost in Thy bottle keep, However small they are. Our deepest needs dost Thou supply, Thou giv’st what lasts for aye, Thou lead’st us to our home on high, When hence we pass away. Awake! my heart, awake and sing, And joyous be thy mood, Thy God who maketh everything Is, and abides thy good— Thy treasure and inheritance! Thy glory and delight! Thy saving health and sure defence! He keeps and guides thee right. Why do thy cares both night and day Grieve thee so bitterly? Upon thy God thy burden lay, Who gave thy life to thee. Hath He not all the weary way From youth till now thee led, Oft chas’d misfortune’s clouds away That gather’d o’er thy head? In all His rule no oversight Can happen, no mistakes; Whate’er He does or leaves is right, A happy issue takes. Let Him work who doth all things well, Nor with Him interfere, And so thou shalt in glory dwell, And peace enjoy while here.

To God Alone Be Glory

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: How can it be, my highest Light! Lyrics: How can it be, my highest Light! That as before Thy face so bright All things must pale and vanish, That my poor feeble flesh and blood Can summon a courageous mood To meet Thee, and fear banish? But dust and ashes what am I? My body what but grass so dry? What good the life I’m living? What can I with my utmost pow’r? What have I, Lord! from hour to hour But what Thyself art giving? I am a poor and feeble worm, A straw, the lightest passing storm Could drive away before it. When Thou Thy hand, that all doth stay, Dost on me e’er so lightly lay, I know not how t’ endure it. Lord! I am nought, but Thou art He Who art all—all belongs to Thee, And live and move I ever In Thee—if Thou me terrifi’st, No store of grace to help suppli’st I can recover never. I am unjust, but true Thy heart, I evil am—Thou holy art, This thought should shame be giving, That I in such an evil stand, Should from Thy mild paternal hand, The least good be receiving. Nought else but ill from infancy Up e’en till now I’ve done to Thee, In sin was I begotten; And didst Thou not in faithfulness My sin remit, and me release, Lost were I and forgotten. Let boasting then be far from me, What is Thy due I render Thee, To Thee alone be glory! O Christ! may while I live below My spirit, and what thence may flow, With reverence adore Thee. And if aught hath been done by me That is well done, it came from Thee, My pow’r could do it never. Thee thanks and honour, Lord! I bring, All my life long Thy praise I’ll sing, And tell Thy glory ever.

The 23rd Psalm of David

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: The Lord, the earth who ruleth Lyrics: The Lord, the earth who ruleth, And with His hand controlleth, Whose goodness never endeth, He watcheth me and tendeth. As long as He is near me With every gift He’ll cheer me, Of fulness overflowing The riches aye bestowing. By pastures green He leads me, With gladness there He feeds me, From purest springs revives me, In need He counsel gives me. And when the soul is fearful Through grievous thoughts and careful, He comfort giveth ever And knows how to deliver. My steps aright He leadeth, And what to do me guideth, And for His name’s sake glorious O’er fear makes me victorious. Though often left to ponder, While in dark vales I wander, No evil fear I ever, Distress o’ertakes me never. Thou standest still beside me, From wicked men dost hide me, Thy rod and staff protect me, And no fear can deject me. My table Thou preparest, For my refreshment carest, When foes are plotting round me, And seek to pain and wound me. My head with oil anointest, My empty soul appointest Of every good and pleasure A full o’erflowing measure. The goodness Thou bestowest, The mercy that Thou showest, Till life itself forsake me, Shall glad and joyful make me. Thy service will I never Forsake, but praise Thee ever, In Thy house where Thou livest, Reward to goodness givest. As long as life is given On earth here, and in heaven Where I shall stand before Thee, I’ll evermore adore Thee!

Awake, my heart!

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Awake, my heart! be singing Lyrics: Awake, my heart! be singing, Praise to thy Maker bringing, Of every good the Giver, Who men protecteth ever. As shades of night spread over Earth as a pall did cover, Then Satan sought to have me, But God was near to save me. When Satan would devour me, Thou, Father! spreadest o’er me Thy wing, Thou me embraced’st, All fear away Thou chased’st. Thou said’st “Lie still, I’m near thee; In spite of him who’d tear thee, Sleep, child! let nought affright thee, The sunlight shall delight thee.” Thou truly, Lord! hast told it, The light—mine eyes behold it, From dangers hast releas’d me, Thou hast renew’d and bless’d me. Thou sacrifice would’st ever, My gifts I bring Thee hither, The offerings I’m bringing My pray’rs are and my singing. Such Thou disdainest never, The heart Thou can’st search ever, Thou know’st none can deceive Thee No better can I give Thee. Thou wilt, O Lord! be ending Thy work in me, and sending Who in his hands will take me, To-day his care will make me. May I in all I’m doing Wise courses be pursuing, Beginning, middle, ending, May all to bliss be tending. Thy blessings richly give me, My heart would now receive Thee, Thy word as food be given To me till I reach Heaven.

Summer Song

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal 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.

Occasioned by Great and Unseasonable Rain

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal 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!

The Wonderful Estate of Matrimony

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 2 hymnals 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.

Song of Consolation for Married Christians

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.8.7.8.8.7.2.2.4.4.4.8 Appears in 5 hymnals 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.

See, world! thy Life assailèd

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.7.6.7.7.8 Appears in 10 hymnals 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!

To the Countenance of the Lord Jesus

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 12 hymnals 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.