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O world, I now must leave thee

Author: J. Hesse Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #189 (1863) Lyrics: 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. So on His Word relying, I know while I am dying I seen 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. The grave hath lost its terrors Since for my sins and errors My Saviour doth atone: My works can nought avail me, But His work cannot fail me, I rest in faith on Him alone. My service cannot merit That I should e'er inherit Eternal life with Christ: But He hath freely given A share with Him in heaven Of that fair heritage unpriced. And so I hence am going In peace, full surely knowing With Him is perfet rest; I feel Death's icy finger, My soul here cannot linger, Now would I stay--to go is best. O world, I yet would teach thee That Death will surely reach thee, That thou must follow me; Then while thy days are lengthen'd Pray that thy faith be strengthen'd That God have mercy too on thee! Languages: English

O world, I now must leave thee

Author: J. Hesse Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #a1 (1863) Lyrics: 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. Languages: English

O world, I must now leave thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a436 (1895) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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 seen 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. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Contemplation of Death Languages: English

O world, I must now leave thee

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #436 (1880) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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 seen 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. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Consummation Contemplation of Death Languages: English

O world, I must now leave thee

Author: Johann Hesse; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #436 (1908) Lyrics: 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 seen 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. Topics: Christian Life and Hope The Consummation: Contemplation of Death; Christian Life and Hope The Consummation: Contemplation of Death Languages: English Tune Title: INNSPRUCK (Nun ruhen alle Wälder)