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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 its terrors,
Since for my sins and errors,
My Savior did atone:
My works can nought avail me,
But His work cannot fail me,
I rest in faith on Him alone.
4 And so I hence am going
In peace, full surely knowing
That now I shall have rest:
I feel death's icy finger;
My soul here cannot linger,
Nor would I stay--to go is best.
5 O world, I yet would teach thee
That death will surely reach thee;
Thou too must follow me;
Then ere God's grace forsake thee,
Repent! to Christ betake thee,
That God have mercy too on thee.
Source: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal: with music #436
First Line: | O world, I now must leave thee |
German Title: | O Welt, ich muss dich lassen |
Author: | Johann Hess (1547) |
Translator: | Catherine Winkworth (1863) |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |