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Schumann's Gesangbuch, 1539

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Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God, Who bor - est anguish,

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2 When comes the hour of failing breath, And I must wrestle, Lord, with death, When from my sight all fades away, And when my tongue no more can say,

And when mine ears no more can hear, And when my heart is racked with fear:

3 When all my mind is darkened o’er, And human help can do no more; Then come, Lord Jesus! come with speed,

And help me in my hour of need; Lead me from this dark vale beneath, And shorten then the pangs of death.

4 Joyful my resurrection be,
Thou in the judgment plead for me,
And hide my sins, Lord, from Thy
face,

And give me life, of Thy rich grace!
I trust Thee utterly, my Lord,
For Thou hast promised in Thy
word!

5 Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt;
Help us to wait until Thou wilt
That we depart; and let our faith
Be brave, and conquer e'en in death;
Firm resting on Thy sacred word,
Until we sleep in Thee, our Lord.

P. Eber, 1565.

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Go and let my grave be made- Tired and weary now with straying,

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Freylinghausen's Gesangbuch, 1704

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From place to place the Christian goes, By many a tem-pest driv-en,

At last the haven of repose He safe - ly finds in heav-en.

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He dies, as in the mold the grain, To yield its gold- en fruit a-gain.

The glorious revelation,

2 Andsure thy parting has been blessed, 3 We wait with glad and patient hope
Bless'd be thy life's example!
Thou spirit, calmly gone to rest,
And thou, its mouldering temple.
O soul, thy Savior's near!

The morning star shines clear; And you, ye members, softly sleep Beneath love's shadow still and deep.

While He this pilgrim dress folds up

In holy preservation.

O happy souls who rest

In Jesus' arms and breast.
Love leads us all our path aright,
Through such a depth to such a height,
N. L. von Zinzendorf, 1735

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