O how blessed faithful souls are yeAuthor: Simon Dach (1650); Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1855)
Published in 2 hymnals
Oh how blessed, faithful souls, are ye,
Who have passed through death; your God ye see,
Escaped at last
From all the sorrows that yet hold us fast!
Here as in a prison we are bound,
Care and fear, and terrors hem us round,
And all we know
It is but toil and grief of heart below.
While that ye are resting in your home,
Safe from pain, all misery o'ercome,
No grief or cross
Can mix with yonder joys to work you loss.
Christ doth wipe away your every tear,
Ye possess what we but long for here,
To you is sung
The song that ne'er through mortal ears hath rung.
Who is there that would not gladly die,
Changing earth for such a home on high,
Or who would stay
To toil amid these sorrows night and day!
Come, O Christ, release us from our post,
Lead us quickly hence to yonder host,
Whose battle won,
Now drink in joy and bliss from Thee our Sun.
Source: Lyra Germanica: The Christian Year #104
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Lyra Germanica: hymns for the Sundays and chief festivals of the Christian year #252||O how blessed faithful souls are ye||O how blessed faithful souls are ye||Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Simon Dach||1856|
|Lyra Germanica: The Christian Year #104||Oh how blessed, faithful souls, are ye||Oh how blessed, faithful souls, are ye||Catherine Winkworth; Simon Dach||9,9,4,10||1861|