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The Seven Words Spoken by the Lord Jesus on the Cross

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #15 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 First Line: My heart! the seven words hear now Lyrics: My heart! the seven words hear now That Jesus Christ hath spoken, When on the cross His heart through woe And murder dire was broken; Ope now the shrine, And lock them in, As gifts all price excelling. In bitter grief, They’ll give relief, ’Neath crosses joy instilling. His first and chiefest care He made Who hated Him to cover: God for the wicked men He pray’d, That He’d their sin look over. “Forgive, forgive,” He said in love, “Them every one, O Father! Not one doth see What doeth he, In ignorance ’tis rather!” How fair it is, let all learn here, To love their foes who grieve them, And all their faults with hearts sincere Aye freely to forgive them. He also shows, How grace o’erflows His heart, how kind His mood is, That e’en his foe, Who’d work Him woe, Doth in Him find what good is! Then to His mother doth He speak, Who stood near him He loveth, And as He can, though voice be weak, With words of comfort sootheth: “Woman! there see Thy son, for me Thou shalt by him be guarded. Disciple! see, Let her by thee As mother be regarded.” O faithful heart! thou car’st for all Thine own who truly love Thee, When they in tribulation fall Thou seest, the sight doth move Thee; A friend in need, In word and deed, Thou at their side appearest, Dost by Thy grace Find them a place, Them to good souls endearest. The third thing that Thy lips have said Thou spak’st to him beside Thee, When, “Think upon me then,” he pray’d, “When God Himself shall guide Thee Up to Thy throne, Thy head shall crown As Lord of earth and heaven:” “To walk with Me To-day shall thee In Paradise be given.” O blessèd word! O voice of joy! Can aught affright us?—never! Let death who seeketh to destroy, Now disappear for ever! Though he rage sore, What can he more Than soul and body sever? And meanwhile I Mount up on high, In joy to dwell for ever. Christ’s word gives deepest peace and joy, The robber’s trouble stilleth; But He cries from the agony His holy breast that filleth, “Eli, my God, What heavy load Am I, Thy Son, now bearing? I call, and Thou Art silent now, Though I sink, seem’st not caring.” This lesson learn, thou child of faith, When God His count’nance veileth, Lest thou be cast down in the path When trouble thee assaileth: Firm to Him cleave, Though He may leave, He’ll comfort soon, and cheer thee; True do thou be, Cry mightily, Until He turn and hear thee. The Lord His voice now clear doth raise Through thirst that paineth sorely; “I thirst,” the Spring eternal says, The Lord of life and glory. What meaneth He? He showeth thee How He thy load sinks under, That thou did’st pile For Him, the while In sin’s ways thou did’st wander. Thereby He also telleth thee How much He longs that ever His cross in each may fruitful be, Fail of its end may never. Mark this all ye, Now carefully, Who’re in soul tribulation: Th’ eternal Sun Refuseth none The soul’s part and salvation. And as the gloomy night of death Upon the Lord descended, “’Tis finish’d,” He with dying breath Said, “now my work is ended; What was foretold In days of old, By seers who went before me, Doth now betide; I’m crucified, And men now triumph o’er me.” “’Tis finish’d!”—why then toilest thou? In vain thy labour ever! As if aught human strength can do, Could e’er from guilt deliver! ’Tis done! beware, And never dare To add aught to it ever; Do thou believe, In faith aye cleave To Him, forsake Him never. His voice at length the Lord doth raise, High over all ’tis swelling: “My spirit, Father! to the place Take where Thou’rt ever dwelling, My soul receive, That now doth leave This body sorely riven.” And at the word, To the great Lord Release from pain was given. Oh! would to God, that I might end My life as His was ended, My spirit unto God commend As His was then commended. O Christ, my Lord! May Thy last word The last be by me spoken; So happily I’ll go to Thee, When life’s last thread is broken. Languages: English

I Will Endure the Indignation of the Lord.”—Micah VII

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #37 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 First Line: I have deserv'd it, cease t' oppose Lyrics: I have deserv’d it, cease t’ oppose The Lord’s will, shall I never? Thou bitter cup, thou heavy cross, Come hither to me ever! From pain all free May never be He ’gainst the Lord who fighteth, As I each day, Who trod the way Wherein the world delighteth. I’ll bear the chastisement of God, A patient soul possessing, For born in sin, sin’s path I trod, Aye ventur’d on transgressing, That pleasures vain I might attain, In wantonness time wasting, The gracious word Of God the Lord, As I ought, never tasting. The road of God’s commandments good I often have forsaken, And on the way that leads from God Am therefore overtaken By grief and smart, That pierce my heart; God’s hand thus am I feeling, Who ’fore His throne To each his own Awards, in justice dealing. For just and true is God above, We fail His goodness telling, A mother’s truth, a father’s love Alike in him are dwelling. God’s wrath, I ween, As oft hath been Ours, is not unrelenting. Men steel their heart, Refuse t’ impart Grace e’en to the repenting. In sooth ’tis not the mind of God, His anger ever endeth, Return we, He removes the rod, And to the weary sendeth A sweet release, To mark doth cease, And visit our transgressing; His wrath He turns, And tow’rd us yearns, Gives after cursing blessing. And so the Lord will deal with me, And every one behold it, And vindicate the right will He, My cause, He will uphold it. Thy face so bright, Lord! to the light, From deepest pit will raise me, That ever I May heartily Thy truth exalt, and praise Thee. Rejoice not o’er me, then, my foes, I lie not here for ever, My God will come ere ye suppose, And speedily deliver. His holy hand Will make me stand, Firm and secure for ever; Good times to me And joy will He Give after stormy weather. I am in need, yet scarce can speak Of real need and sorrow; When God my Light is, day must break And bring a glorious morrow, E’en in the night, While yet the might Of darkness much increaseth, And when this Light Dawns on my sight, Whate’er oppresses ceaseth. The time will come, e’en now ’tis near, When I shall sing salvation, When he who lov’d to mock and jeer At me in tribulation, And bid me tell Where God doth dwell, Shall from God’s face be driven With head cast down; To me a crown Of honour shall be given! Languages: English

Under the Cross when God Delays His Help

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #39 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 First Line: Father of mercies! God most high Lyrics: Father of mercies! God most high, Deign graciously to hear me, Thou say’st, “Knock at my door and cry, In time of need draw near me. As urgently Thou long’st, to thee I’ll come to help and raise thee, That with thy mouth, In very truth, Thou joyfully may’st praise me.” Commit to God, both morn and night, Thy ways, and doings ever; He knoweth how to guide thee right, And always will deliver. To Him reveal Whate’er dost feel Thy heart to sorrow moveth; He is Thy Lord, Knows how to guard And shield thee whom He loveth. For His belovèd child will care The faithful loving Father; Who righteous and believing are, He to His rest will gather. Then, people dear, Hope ever here On Him who aye relieves you; His throne before Your hearts outpour, Tell Him whatever grieves you! Ah! God our Shield! Thy word how sweet It sounds to Thine afflicted: “I’ll come to thee with succour meet, When thy heart is dejected. He loveth me, So lov’d shall be, Secure for aye I’ll make him, From care all free Shall sit by me, I’ll to my bosom take him.” The Lord to them is ever nigh Who trustfully draw near Him, He’s at their side whene’er they cry, Helps them o’ercome, who fear Him. In misery Who low do lie, He raiseth and relieveth, And joy imparts To fainting hearts, Them pow’r and might he giveth. “In truth, who my great name doth fear,” Saith Christ, “and firm believeth, God doth regard his pray’r sincere, His heart’s wish freely giveth.” Then one and all Draw near and call, Who asketh, he obtaineth; Who seeketh there, The fruit so fair With great advantage gaineth. Hear what yon unjust judge doth say: “This widow’s supplication I must regard, lest day by day Her coming cause vexation.” His people’s cry Shall God deny, Who day and night are praying? It cannot be, He’ll set them free From woe, not long delaying. For when the just shed tears through care, God soon with joy relieveth, To those who broken-hearted are, Again He laughter giveth. He’ll suffer woe Who will below ’Mid men be godly living; But at his side Will God abide, Him grace sufficient giving. “A moment I’ve forsaken thee, And left thee in temptation; With mercy great, as thou shalt see, And boundless consolation, I’ll give the crown, And to the throne Of glory shall I raise thee, To joy convert Thy grief and hurt, Thou evermore shalt praise me.” Ah! gracious God, ah! Father’s heart! For years my consolation! Why dost Thou let me feel such smart, Pass through such tribulation? My sad heart aches, My eye awakes, And bitter tears sheds ever, My face once bright Doth lose its light, From sighing ceasing never. How long, O blessèd Lord! wilt Thou, Unmindful of me, leave me? How long shall I in grief lie low, And inward sorrow grieve me? How long wilt chide, And Thy face hide, In darkness let me languish? Say, when care’s load Shall cease, my God! To wring my heart with anguish? Wilt Thou eternally repel, And show Thy goodness never? And shall Thy word and promise fail, Be put to shame for ever? Doth wrath so burn, That Thou’lt ne’er turn To me, and stand beside me? Yet, Lord, I will Cleave to Thee still, Thy hand in all can guide me. My heart amid earth’s misery For Thee, O Lord! is aching; My God! I wait and hope in Thee, Let not shame me o’ertaking; Thy friend in woe Plunge, or the foe Give cause for jubilation; But, Lord, may I Rejoice, rais’d high, In glorious exaltation. Ah! Lord, Thou true and faithful art, Thy heart can ne’er disown me; Nerve me in fight to bear my part, With victory then crown me! Lay Thou on me The load, by Thee Appointed, that I bear it. When Thou the rod Dost use, my God! In measure may I share it! Thy strength, O Lord! is infinite, Thy hand hath all created, Could all again with ruin smite, Its pow’r is unabated. We sound Thy name With high acclaim, As Lord of Hosts we own Thee! In counsel right No skill nor might Can foil, nor e’er dethrone Thee. Thou who dost Israel console, Thou, Saviour, in affliction! Ah! why permittest Thou my soul To sink in sore dejection? Thou dost not rest, Thou’rt as a guest, Who’rt in the land a stranger! A hero Thou Whose courage low Sinks ’fore disgrace or danger? Nay, Lord, not such a one art Thou! My inmost heart believeth; Thou standest firm, ’mid us shines now The light that Thy word giveth. Here restest Thou, Lord, with us now; Who call upon Thee ever, At fitting hour Wilt by Thy pow’r From ev’ry woe deliver. O Lord! my lengthen’d tale is o’er, Then hear Thou my petition, Help me, who often at Thy door Have knock’d, and sought admission. Help, Helper, me! I’ll joyfully Thankoff’rings lay before Thee; And when life’s o’er Shall evermore In heav’n above adore Thee. Languages: English

Christian Devotion to God’s Will

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Hymnal: Paul Gerhardt's Spiritual Songs #46 (1867) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 First Line: I into God's own heart and mind Lyrics: I into God’s own heart and mind My heart and mind deliver, What evil seems, a gain I find, E’en death is life for ever. I am His son, Who spread the throne Of heaven high above me. Tho’ I bend low Beneath His blow, Yet still His heart doth love me. He ne’er can prove untrue to me, My Father aye must love me, And tho’ He cast me in the sea, He only thus would prove me; In what He good Doth count, He would My heart establish ever. And if I stand, His mighty hand Will raise me, and deliver. Vain had my own pow’r ever been, To have adorn’d or made me; In soul and body God is seen, He form’d and He array’d me, Plac’d mind and wit On the soul’s seat, And flesh and bones did give me. Who thus so free Supplieth me Can ne’er mean to deceive me. Say, where a place to lay my head, On earth had I attainèd? Long since had I been cold and dead Had God not me sustainèd With His strong arm, That ever warm, And glad and healthy maketh. Whom He gives joy May praise employ, What He leaves, falls and breaketh. Wisdom and understanding true In Him are ever dwelling; Time, place, to leave undone or do, He knoweth, never failing. He ever knows When joys, when woes, Are best for those He loveth. What He doth here— Tho’ it appear Ill—to be good aye proveth. Thou think’st indeed, if thou hast not What flesh and blood is yearning To have, that trial mars thy lot, Thy light to darkness turning. Of toil and care Thou hast large share, Ere thou thy wish attainest, And dost not see Whatever thee Befals, thereby thou gainest. In truth, He who created thee, His glory in thee showing, Hath long ago in His decree Determin’d—all foreknowing— What good for thee And thine will be, In faithfulness he’ll give it. Curb thou thy will, Wait! be thou still, To His good pleasure leave it. Whate’er to send, seems good to God, ’Twill be at last refreshing, Altho’ thou call’st it cross and load ’Tis fraught with richest blessing. Wait patiently, His grace to thee He’ll speedily discover. All grief and fear Shall disappear Like mist the hills spread over. The field, unless the storm rage high, Its ripe fruits yieldeth never, So men were ruin’d utterly If all were prosp’rous ever. Though health it gives, And thus relieves, The bitter aloe paineth; So must the heart With anguish smart, Ere it to health attaineth. My God! my God! into Thy hand I joyfully now yield me, Keep me, a stranger in the land, E’en to the end, Lord! shield me. Deal with me now As well dost know, That I may profit by it; Then more and more Thy glorious pow’r, Lord! show, and magnify it. Wilt cause Thy sun on me to shine, With pleasure, Lord, I’ll share it; Should trial or mischance be mine, Then patiently I’ll bear it. Of life the door Should it before Me open here stand ever, Where Thou lead’st me, I’ll joyfully Go with Thee, shrinking never. Should I along the path of death, Through the dark vale be treading, ’Tis well, ’tis the appointed path, E’en there Thine eyes are leading. My Shepherd! Thou Art all below To such an issue bringing, That I to Thee, Eternally, Shall songs of praise be singing. Languages: English

Lord Jesus, Thou art Going Forth

Author: W. Gustave Polack; Kaspar F. Nachtenhöfer; Magnus D. Omeis Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #150 (1941) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 Topics: The Church Year Lent Scripture: John 19:16-17 Languages: English Tune Title: SO GEHST DU NUN

Withhold not, Lord, the help I crave

Author: C. J. P. Spitta Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #428 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 Lyrics: 1 Withhold not, Lord, the help I crave, Forsake not, nor forget me, For from the cradle to the grave A thousand foes beset me. Alas! Thy child, Deceived, beguiled, To guide himself unable, In devious ways Of error strays, Blind, feeble, and unstable. 2 To guard and keep me, never cease, From all that is defiling; Preserve me also from false peace, When life is smooth and smiling. Should dangers rise, And me surprise, And clouds around me gather, Teach me to pray, And childlike say "Help me, my God and Father!" 3 Let me throughout my life esteem Thy word as precious manna, And make Thy name my constant theme, My song and my Hosanna; Thy Son alone Thy gracious throne, Where I may find compassion; His precious blood My strength and food, And shield against temptation. 4 Then take not, Lord, Thy hand away, Withdraw not Thy protection, But grant me to the grave, I pray, Thy guidance and direction. At my last end I will commend To Thee my soul and spirit; Then shall I be, My God, with Thee, And endless joy inherit. Topics: The Church Year Ninth Sunday after Trinity; The Church Year Ninth Sunday after Trinity; Trials and Conflicts Tune Title: [Withhold not, Lord the help I crave]

By Adam's Fall Is All Forlorn

Author: L. Spengler, 1479-1534; G. A. Zeisler; M. DeGarmeaux, b. 1958 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #430 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7.4.4.7 Topics: Sin and Righteousness; Trinity 6 Languages: English Tune Title: DURCH ADAMS FALL

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