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Song of Consolation

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Thou must not altogether be Lyrics: Thou must not altogether be O’ercome by sad vexation, God soon will cause to shine on thee The light of consolation. In patience wait, and be thou still, And let the Lord do what He will, He never can do evil. Is this the first time we have known And tasted sore affliction? What have we had but grief alone On earth, and sore dejection? We’ve had an ample share of grief, Yet God hath sometimes sent relief, A respite brief of gladness. Not so doth God our Father mean, When His afflictions grieve us, That no more shall His face be seen That He’ll for ever leave us; His purposes quite other are, That those who from Him wander far By trial be recover’d. It is our nature’s evil mood That when in joys we’re living, We then forsake our highest good, Ourselves to license giving. We earthly are, and deem more worth The things and pleasures of the earth, Than all that dwells in heaven. God therefore all our joys doth blight, Lets trials overtake us, Takes that wherein our hearts delight, Look up to Him to make us, That to His goodness and His pow’r, That we’ve neglected heretofore, We may return as children. When we return to Him again He graciously receives us, To joy He turns our every pain, To laughter turns what grieves us; To Him it is a simple art, He soon doth help to him impart Whom He with love embraceth. Afflicted band! oh, fall ye now With contrite hearts before Him, Tell Him that ye in homage bow To His great name; implore Him In grace your sins to take away, The load He on your backs did lay To bear, your wounds to bind up. Grace always before right must go, And wrath to love yield ever; His merest mercy, when we low Are lying, must deliver. His hand it is upholds us all, If we let go, then break and fall Must all our work to pieces. On God’s love must thou ever stay, Nor let aught overthrow thee, E’en when the heav’ns shall pass away And earth shall crash below thee: God promiseth His grace to thee, His word is clear, who fearlessly Trusts it, is ne’er deceivèd. So darest thou His pow’r so great Ne’er doubt a moment even, Who is it that doth all create,— By whom all gifts are given? God doth it, and His counsel wise Can ever ways and means devise, When every man despaireth. Seems help impossible to thee? This should’st thou know however, God by our narrow thoughts can be Hemm’d and confinèd never, This ne’er to us alloweth He; He everywhere,—His arm is free,— Doth more than we can fathom. What is His wide dominion fair? ’Tis full of varied wonder; He helpeth us when dark despair We helplessly sink under, To His great name this is the praise, If thou wilt see His holy place, Thou must ascribe for ever.

The 13th Psalm of David

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: How long, Lord, in forgetfulness Lyrics: How long, Lord, in forgetfulness And darkness wilt Thou leave me? How long will sorrow on me press And deep heart-anguish grieve me? Wilt Thou Thy face, Lord, utterly Turn from me? wilt ne’er look on me In grace and in compassion? How long shall I, thy stricken child, Bereft of soul-rest languish? How long shall storm and wind so wild, Fill heart with fear and anguish? How long shall my proud enemy, Who only meaneth ill to me, Exult o’er me in triumph? Ah! look on me, my Shield and Lord! Down from Thy holy heaven, And hear now my complaining word, My pray’r from heart grief-riven. Give to mine eyes, Lord, pow’r and might, And do not let death’s gloomy night So speedily o’ertake me. For then, Lord, ev’ry enemy Would never cease to glory, And were I prostrate utterly, Would ever triumph o’er me. “There lieth he,” they’d cry in joy, “Who caus’d us evermore annoy, He’s prostrate and ne’er riseth.” I know them, and I know fall well The wickedness they’re planning, Their hearts with ev’ry evil swell, No good them e’er restraining. But Thou, the faithful One, Lord, art, And those who choose Thee for their part, Thou nevermore forsakest. My soul doth calmly trust in Thee, Thou true to me remainest, Of malice and of subtlety The course, with pow’r restrainest. This makes my heart with joy o’erflow, That willingly dost Thou bestow Salvation on the trusting. O Lord! for aye I’ll trust in Thee, Thou’rt my sole joy for ever; Thou doest well, protectest me, From sorrow dost deliver. And therefore I my whole life long, Will sing Thee oft a gladsome song Of praise and of thanksgiving.

In grateful songs your voices raise

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: In grateful songs your voices raise, All people here below, To Him whom angels ever praise, In heav’n His glory show. With gladsome songs now fill the air To God our chiefest Joy, Who worketh wonders ev’rywhere, Whose hands great things employ; Who from the womb to latest years Upholds the life He gave; Who when no help from man appears Himself appears to save; Who though our way His heart oft grieves, Maintains a gracious mood, Remits the pains, the sin forgives, And doth us nought but good. Oh, may He give a joyous heart, The mind from sorrow keep, And cast all care, fear, grief, and smart Into the ocean deep. And may His blessing ever rest On Israel’s favour’d head; May all we do by Him be bless’d, May His salvation spread. May love and goodness toward us flow, In bounteous streams each day, And every anxious care we know, Be chas’d by Him away. As long as beats each throbbing heart, Our Saviour may He be, Our portion when from earth we part, To all eternity. When sinks the heart, when strength decays, By Him our eyes be press’d, Then may we see His open face, In everlasting rest.

Shall I not my God be praising

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.8.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Shall I not my God be praising, And in Him not joyful be? For in all His works amazing, See I not His care for me? Is it not pure love that filleth, And His faithful heart o’erflows, When He ever cares for those, Who do only what He willeth? All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. As its brood the eagle over, Ever more its wings doth spread. So the Highest aye doth cover With His arms of pow’r my head. In the womb e’en of my mother, When to me He being gave, E’en the life that now I have, Was He then my shield and cover. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. Not too great a gift He even Deem’d His only Son to be; Him to death hath freely given, Me from fear of hell to free. Oh! Thou spring of boundless blessing, How could e’er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find, Though my efforts were unceasing? All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. And the Holy Ghost to guide me, Noble Leader! He hath giv’n, That He through the world may lead me, Onward to the gate of heav’n. That my heart He may be filling With th’ unclouded light of faith, That can break the pow’r of death, And hell’s rage hath pow’r of stilling. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. For my soul’s well-being ever Full provision doth He make, And in ev’ry need deliver, For the body care doth take. When my pow’r, my best endeavour Cometh to extremity, Then my God appears to me, With His might comes to deliver. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. All the things in earth and heaven, E’en where’er I turn my eye, For my benefit are given, That they may my need supply. All that’s living, all that’s growing, On the hills or in the woods, In the vales or ’neath the floods, God is for my good bestowing. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. When I sleep, His eye is waking, When I wake, He strength’neth me, Each new morn fresh courage taking, I new love and goodness see. Had my God existed never, Had His face not guided me, From such ills so frequently, None could have deliver’d ever. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. ’Gainst me many is the weapon, Forg’d by Satan’s enmity, But no real hurt can happen, None hath yet befallen me. God’s own angel whom He sendeth, Wardeth off each deadly blow Aim’d by the untiring foe, Who our ruin thus intendeth. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. As a father ne’er withdraweth From his child his love away, Though he often evil doeth, And from wisdom’s paths doth stray. So God’s heart towards me moveth, All my sins forgiveth He, Not in vengeance smiteth me, As a Father He reproveth. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. Ev’ry blow His hand inflicteth, Though the heart with pain it rend, When my heart aright reflecteth, Is a token that my Friend Thinks on me, and tow’rds me yearneth, Me from this ill world would free, That has so entangled me, By the cross to Him me turneth. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. This I know full well, and never Let it from my mind depart, Christ’s cross hath its limit ever, And at length must cease to smart. When the winter snows are over Lovely summer will appear, Who can hope, from ev’ry fear, And from pain, shall they recover. All things run their course below, God’s love doth for ever flow. In God’s love there is no ending, Ne’er a limit find I there, So my hands to Thee extending, As Thy child, I raise my pray’r. Father! deign Thy grace to give me, That I may with all my might Thee embrace both day and night, All my life may never leave thee, And when life is o’er with me, Love and praise eternally.

Protection of God in Hitherto Dangerous Times of War

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.8.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: How heavy is the burden made Lyrics: How heavy is the burden made That Thou upon our backs hast laid, O God! the Lord of Hosts, O God, whose anger rises high ’Gainst workers of iniquity. The burden is the cruel tide Of war, that earth with blood has dyed, And fill’d with bitter tears. It is a fire that rages high ’Neath suns of almost every sky. The burden’s great and hard to bear, But Thy strong arm and Father’s care Are not to us unknown. Thou punishest, but ’mid the woe Thou love and friendliness dost show. But true to Thee must we abide, For ne’er from us dost Thou quite hide Thy saving health and light. How many hast Thou given o’er, We’ve oft been shielded by Thy pow’r. In many a sad and weary hour, When gath’ring clouds did o’er us low’r Above our anxious heads, Thou still’d’st the storm, whose mighty hand Upholdeth sky and sea and land. How often, Lord, by day and night, Our enemies with craft and might Have threaten’d us, Thy flock! But, faithful Shepherd! Thou wast near, Repell’dst the wolf and still’dst our fear. Our brethren are compell’d to roam, Are driven forth from house and home, While we, Lord, still enjoy Each one his seat beneath the shade By his own vine and fig-tree made. Behold! my heart, on every hand The towns and fields of many a land Are doom’d to ruin sure, The homes of men are overthrown, The houses of our God cast down. But rest and order still remain With us, and we can still maintain The worship of our God. God’s mind from out His holy word ’Mongst us is daily taught and heard. Whoever this doth not perceive, But to the winds such thoughts doth give, Who in such blessèd light No grace, no love, no goodness find, How dark, thrice darken’d is their mind! O gracious God! preserve us free For aye from such stupidity; Lord, give us gratitude, That songs of praise in sweetest tone We may present before Thy throne. To nought we’ve done, or e’er can do, To Thee—to Thee alone is due The praise, O fount of love! We’ve earned destruction from Thy face, Thou deal’st with us in love and grace. Oh! may we meditate Thy grace, Till heart shall burn and tongue shall praise, And give angelic zeal, That every throbbing pulse may be A note of praise, O Lord! to Thee. But let the tide of woe recede, Restore to us our joy, we plead, May peace to us return. How many in this vale of tears Have never witness’d peaceful years! Are we unworthy? then with Thee We plead for helpless infancy, Who wrong have never done. Shall cradled infants feel the stroke, Shall they endure the heavy yoke? Have pity, Lord! oh, tender heart! What heavy sighs, what bitter smart, From our sad hearts are wrung! No stone, our Saviour God art Thou, How canst Thou so afflict us now? How grievous are our wounds and sore, They stink and fester more and more, But Thou canst heal them all. Pour in the oil of grace, that whole Can make the body and the soul. This wilt Thou do, we certainly Believe, although we nowhere see The means in all the world. But Thou in our extremity Dost find Thine opportunity.

Thanksgiving for the Declaration of Peace

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Praise God! for forth hath sounded Lyrics: Praise God! for forth hath sounded The noble word of joy and peace, There’s rest where strife abounded, The sword and spear their murders cease. Up! up! again, and bring ye Now forth the sounding lyre, O Germany! and sing ye In full and noble choir, Your hearts and minds now raise ye And thank the Lord, and say, “Thy grace and goodness praise we For they endure for aye!” ’Twere just if God were driving Us in dire wrath from ’fore His face, For with us still are thriving The thorns of sin that grow apace. In deed and truth we feel it— His rod of chastisement! But say whoe’er can tell it— Who are they who repent? We’re only evil ever, God’s true continually, He helpeth to deliver From war and misery. With grateful hearts o’erflowing We greet thee, noble gift of peace! Where’er thou dwell’st, now knowing How richly thou dost ever bless. God to thy keeping giveth Our good and happiness, Who woundeth thee and grieveth, In his own heart doth press Grief’s arrow, and in madness He quencheth in the land The golden light of gladness With suicidal hand. What could this lesson ever Grave on our hearts so solemnly, As forts laid low for ever, And towns that now in ruins lie: As fair and fertile meadows That wav’d with golden grain, Now wrapt in forest shadows And run to waste again. As graves full of the buried, Who fell in the dread hour Of battle in ranks serried, Whose like we’ll see no more. O man! be now afflicted, And let thy tears in torrents flow, With countenance dejected To ponder to thy closet go; What heretofore hath given Thy God, didst thou deride, Thy Father who’s in Heaven Now turn’d hath to thy side. From fury and from pressing He turneth for thy good, As if by love and blessing Constrain thy heart He would. Awake thee! now awake thee! Thou hard, cold world awaken’d be; Ere doom’s dread hour o’ertake thee, By thee unlook’d for, suddenly. Ye for the Saviour living! Unshaken be your mood, The peace He now is giving Can only bring us good. This lesson He is giving, The end of all is nigh, Thou shalt with Him be living In peace eternally.

O Lord! I sing with mouth and heart

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 19 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!

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.