2 This I believe- yea, rather, The friend who loves me most; Through stormy seas to guide me, 3 I build on this foundation,— Alone my love are worth. 4 His Holy Spirit dwelleth Within my willing heart, Tames it when it rebelleth, And soothes the keenest smart: He crowns His work with blessing, And helpeth me to cry "My Father!" without ceasing, To Him who dwells on high. 5 And when my soul is lying Weak, trembling, and oppressed, He pleads with groans and sighing That cannot be expressed; But God's quick eye discerns them Although they give no sound, And into language turns them, E'en in the heart's deep ground. 6 To mine His Spirit speaketh Sweet words of soothing power, My heaven shall fail me not. 7 Who clings with resolution 8 All this I am prepared for, By Thee shall all be cared for, To whom my vows were paid: Though life and limb it cost me, And all the earthly store 9 Not fire, nor sword, nor thunder, My fearless soul shall daunt. 10 No angel, and no gladness, No throne, no pomp, nor show, 11 My merry heart is springing, The sun whose smiles so cheer me Is Jesus Christ alone: To have Him always near me Is heaven itself begun. P. Gerhardt, 1656 273 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7. Second Sunday in Lent Johann Walther, 1524 Out of the depths I cry to Thee, Lord, God, O hear my wail Still with heal-ing word re- plying To the wea-ried cry of pain; Hear us, Je - sus as we meet, Suppliants at Thy mer-cy - seat. 2 Still the weary, sick, and dying Need a brother's, sister's care, May we now their burden share, 3 May each child of Thine be willing, Willing both in hand and heart, All the law of love fulfilling, Comfort ever to impart, 4 Then shall sickness, sin, and sadness, G. Thring, 1866 |