The Chorale Book for England ‎#189

189. O world, I now must leave thee

1 O world, I now must leave thee,
But little doth it grieve me,
I seek my native land;
True life I there inherit,
And here I yield my spirit
With joy to God's all-gracious hand.

2 So on His Word relying,
I know while I am dying
I soon shall see His face
Through Christ whose death hath bought me,
The Father's love He brought me,
And now prepares for me a place.

3 The grave hath lost ists terrors
Since for my sins and errors
My Saviour doth atone:
My works can nought avail me,
But His work cannot fail me,
I rest in faith on Him alone.

4 My service cannot merit
That I should e'er inherit
Eternal life with Christ;
But He hath freely given
A share with Him in heaven
Of that fair heritage unpriced.

5 And so I henceam going
In peace, full surely known
With Him is perfect rest;
I feel Death's icy finger,
My soul here cannot linger,
Nor would I stay—to go is best.

6 O world, I yet would teach thee
That Death will surely reach thee,
That hout must follow me;
Then while thy days are lengthen'd,
Pray that thy fiath be strengthen'd,
That God have mercy too on thee!

Text Information

• First Line: O world, I now must leave thee
• Title: O world, I now must leave thee
• German Title: O Welt, ich muss dich lassen
• Author: J. Hesse (before 1547)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1863
• Notes: Public Domain.

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