8,6,8,6,8,8,6 Ich will von meiner Missethat [188]Louisa Henrietta, Electress of Brandenburg trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1869 I will return unto the Lord From all my evil ways; O God, do Thou Thy help afford, Teach me to seek Thy face, Thy Holy Spirit's strength impart Who can anew create my heart, Deny me not this grace. For man sees not his wretched plight Till Thy touch make him see; Without Thy Spirit's inner light All blind and dead is he, Biassed in sense and will and deed; O Father, let me now be freed From this great misery! Lord, knock in mercy at my door, And all that I have done Against Thee, do Thou set before This heart, till it is won To mourn that it was e'er so weak, And in my grief adown this cheek Hot tears of sorrow run. For of thy gifts, ah! what a wealth Hast Thou on me bestowed; To Thee I owe my life and health, My cup hath overflowed; Than food and raiment Thou dost grant So much besides, that no real want Hath darkened my abode. And Thou in Christ hast rescued me From out of death's dark flood, Thou dost not leave my soul to be In lack of any good; And lest I dwell in careless ease, Forgetting Him who gave me these, Betimes I feel Thy rod. Have I then striven as sure I ought, To love Thee and obey? Ah no! this heart and conscience fraught With grief, full truly say I have forgot Thee, and they mourn With deep remorse and anguish torn For Sin's long easy sway. Till now in false security My conscience slept, and said, "There yet is time enough for thee; God is not stern," it said; "So strict account He doth not keep, The Shepherd's patience with His sheep Not soon is spent and fled." But suddenly that sleep was broke, And now my heart will break; Thy voice in mighty thunders spoke, Thy lightnings made me quake; I see the realms of death and hell Advance in power I cannot quell My soul their prey to make. Ah Jesu Christ! our mighty Rock, I flee alone to Thee, Within Thy clefts from every shock O hide and shelter me! O Lamb of God, didst Thou not bear All sins of men and e'en my share Upon the fatal tree? Then with Thy Father intercede, That He no more should think Of all my sins, each evil deed That makes me quail and shrink. Ah let the burden of my guilt, For which such precious blood was spilt, Beneath the ocean sink! And henceforth will I day by day, With strenuous ceaseless care, From all false pleasures turn away, And rather all things bear Than willingly to sin give place: Dear Lord, give Thou Thy strength and grace To do as I declare! Footnotes: [26] It was not formally published till early in 1668, when Gerhardt had already accepted the archdeaconry of Lübben. [27] "Jesus meine Zuversicht." |