Zion's Harp ‎#151

151. Why should sorrow ever grieve me

1 Why should sorrow ever grieve me? Christ is near. Who can here E’er of Him deprive me? Who can rob me of my treasure, Which God’s Son For me won, Suff’ring in full measure? 2 Weak was I and empty-handed When on earth At my birth My first breath was granted; Helpless, too, when death o’ertakes me, Shall I go From life’s woe, When my breath forsakes me. 3 My possessions and my living Are not mine; God divine All to me is giving. What He gave will I restore Him; Though bereft Of each gift, Still shall I adore Him. 4 What are all these earthly treasures But a hand Full of sand And but fleeting pleasures. Yonder are the real possessions; Christ prepares, And He shares Them without cessation. 5 Lord, Thou Fount of all true pleasure! I am Thine; Thou art mine. E’er will I Thee treasure. I am Thine, for Thou hast bought me; Lost I stood, But Thy blood Free salvation brought me. 6 Thou art mine; I love and own Thee. Light of Joy, E’er shall I In my heart enthrone Thee. Saviour, let me soon behold Thee Face to face. May Thy grace Evermore enfold me!

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• First Line: Why should sorrow ever grieve me
• Original Language: German
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2003
• Notes: Author: Paul Gerhardt

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