FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY i m ■i H PB I yv e4pd i ■ *p«B| ■ iiiN wM EXPORT BOOKSELLERS 32. GAY STREET I 1/ ffr LONDON : . . HAMILTON, ADAMS, & CO. GLASGOW : . . DAVID BRYCE & CO. DUBLIN : . . M'GLASHAN & GILL. Murray Sf Gibb, Printers, Edinburgh. x/ JC /2 t >L FEB 25 1936 •V % pus FROM THE £>! latin bi wttther. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN EDINBURGH: W. P. KENNEDY, 79, GEORGE STREET. 1862. * — -*>s^X^r5«^:«^ The favourable reception given by the Public to the Firft Series of thefe Tranflations has encouraged the Authors to publifh feveral others in fucceffion, the Fourth having now juft appeared from the Prefs. The prefent Edition includes the whole Four Series. In regard to the new Hymns, as to the previous ones, it muft flill be underftood that fome of them cannot be called very literal tranflations, but rather aim at convey- ing the general idea or fpirit of the German original in an Engliih form. - *^: h=? :-^N^>5^— CONTENTS. —^&9&^,~ Subject j* Authors. Page A Little While Meta Hauser . . 189 A Mother's Prayer in the" Night >■ Christophe Agte . • 3i Ah ! Grieve not fo . Paul Gerhard ■ 63 A Pallor's Parting Words MoWES . . 209 All Things are yours SCHUBART 92 Anticipation . LONGBECKER . . 149 Arife! .... LUDWIG GOTTER • 39 As Thou Wilt Neumister . 216 AtLaft C. A. Bernstein 225 Be Thou My Friend Lange . 212 Calvary Laurentius Laurenti . 140 Charity Hey 199 Comfort Spitta 248 Communion . Count Zinzendorf 300 Confeffion Moravian 287 8 Contents. Subjects. Authors. Page Conflict Lange . 98 Confolation . Meta Hauser . • 273 Difcipline • . 28 Dying Petitions . . 16 Eafter Hymn . C. B. Garve . . 270 Evening Hymn Paul Gerhard ■ 50 Evening Hymn J. A. Freylinhausen . 260 For Ever with the Lord . Meta Hauser . . 238 Funeral Hymn F. Sachse 230 Funeral Hymn Count Zinzendorf . 340 'God Calling Yet' . Gerhard Tersteegen 151 God with Me C. F. Zeller . 42 Going Home . Lange . 118 Gratitude Paul Gellert 289 Grief and Confolation by a Mother's Death-Bed >MoWES . 60 Here is My Heart . Ehrenfried Liedich 24 Here and There Lange . 167 Hymn fung at a Funeral . F. Sachse 162 Jefus All-Sufficient . Novalis . 147 Jefus Only 3*3 Jefus, ftill lead on . Ludwig von Zinzerdorf . 34 Jefus the Way Arndt . 298 Contents. 9 Subjects. Authors. Page Joy in Believing . MoWES 171 Joys to Come . H. G. VON SCHWEIN1TZ • 13 Let me find Thee . Joachim Neander . • 58 Light in Darknefs . Spitta • 55 Light Beyond . • 33* Love and the Crofs . . 278 Love to Chrift . JOHANN ANGELUS . 102 Looking Home . Spitta no Looking to Jefus . (Karl Heinrich von Bog - ( ATZKI . • 157 Lowly . . Ingolsteller . 174 Miniftering Angels . Sperl 233 Morning Hymn . Knov. von Rosenmoth 112 Morning Hymn 256 Morning in Spring . Rudolph Stier 321 My Beloved is Mine . JOHANN SCHEFFLER . 281 My Father is the I Lord Eighty) >• Lange . 70 My God! I know muft Die . that I) > B. SCHMOLK 53 One Thing is Needfi ll 284 Our Eliza . MoWES . 267 Parting . Spitta . 2 105 IO Contents. Subjects. Authors. Page Peace . C. B. Garve . • 333 Pilgrim Song . . Gerhard Tersteegen . 66 Praife . . Joachim Neander . . 160 Praife and Prayer . Spitta • 137 Prayer . . F. G. Woltersdorf . 292 Recall . . Spitta . 114 Rejoice . . Laurentius Laurenti . 78 Remember Me . W. VON BlANOWSKY . • 33o Refignation . • (Christian Furchtegot- ( Gellert r 153 Reft . . Adolph Moraht 155 Refurre&ion . • Klopstock 165 Re-Union . M. A. ZlLLE 144 Sabbath Hymn . Klopstock 219 Sabbath Morning . Spitta . 327 Sabbath Morning Hymn . Schmolk . 196 Shadow and Subftance Joachim Neander . 19a Song of the Sojourner Paul Gerhardt 179 Spring . Meta Hauser 245 Submiflion . 128 Submiflion Mowes . 204 The Angel and the Infant . 81 The Angel of Patience Spitta . 108 Contents. 11 Subjects. Authors. Page The Believer's Dying Tes- tament > B. SCHMOLK . 130 The Call Obeyed . C. J. Koitsch . • 3*4 The Chriftian Crofs Spitta . . 177 The Chriftian Houfehold . Spitta . 183 The Communion of Saints Simon Dach . • 45 The Crofs . Gerhard Tersteegen . 316 The Defired Haven . • . 86 The Father Knows Thee . • • 295 The Good Shepherd Krummacher . 76 The Graveyard Lange . 227 The Journey to Jerufalem Laurentius Laurenti 121 The Little Flock . Spitta ► 264 The Long Goodnight . 89 The Merchant From the Kirchen-Freund 124 The Midnight Cry . ZlNZENDORF 236 The Mifiionary's Farewell MoWES *5* The Miflionary on the Sea' Shore ► F. DE la Motte Fouque I94 The Morning of Joy C. B. Garve . 306 The Service of the Lord . Spitta . 83 The Shepherds Lange . 254 The Song of Songs . Spitta 320 12 Contents. Subjects, Authors. Page The Two Calls . 308 The Two Journeys . MoWES . 186 The Widow of Nain . Dr Johann Hofel . 95 Thou Knoweft 1 Love Thee ^hat I) > Moravian 303 Thy Will be Done . B. Schmolk 72 To a Dying Child . Gotfried Hoffmann 36 Waiting . Spitta . 134 Walking in Light . Moravian 335 Warfare . Mswes . 310 We are the Lord's . Spitta 276 Weep Not . B. Schmolk 21 We Too are Thine . G. Tersteegen 201 What Pleafes God . Gerhardt 221 Yet there is Room . C. G. WOLTERSDORF 241 HTMNS THE LAND OF LUTHER. JOYS TO COME. 1 Wird das nicht Freude feyn t * Everlafting joy fhall be upon their heads : they fhall obtain gladnefs and joy. — Is A. li. u. jg ILL that not joyful be, g When we walk by faith no more, When the Lord we loved before, As Brother-man we fee ; When He welcomes us above, When we fhare His fmile of love, Will that not joyful be ? 1 4 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Will that not joyful be, When to meet us rife and come All our buried treafures home, A gladfome company ! When our arms embrace again Thofe we mourned fo long in vain, Will that not joyful be ? Will that not joyful be, When the foes we dread to meet, Every one, beneath our feet We tread triumphantly ! When we never more can know Slighteft touch of pain or woe, Will that not joyful be? Will that not joyful be, When we hear what none can tell, And the ringing chorus fwell Of angels' melody ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. When we join their fongs of praife, Hallelujahs with them raife, Will that not joyful be? Yes !• that will joyful be ! Let the world her gifts recall, There is bitternefs in all, Her joys are vanity ! Courage, dear ones of my heart ! Though it grieves us here to part, There, we will joyful be ! \6 Hymns from the Land of Luther. DYING PETITIONS. 6 Gedenke mein, mein Gott /' * Lord Jefus, receive my fpirit.' — Acts vii. 59. REMEMBER me, my God ! remember me In hour of deepeft woe ■, Thou art my only hope, my only plea, Againft th' accufing foe. Oh, mow me now Thy full falvation, Oh, hear my dying fupplication ! Remember me !' I think on thee, believer ! tremble not, Thy Saviour ftill is near : Here is My crofs, My blood to cleanfe each fpot, My promifes to cheer. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 17 Is not My love unchanged, unfhaken ? How fhall Mine own be e'er forfaken r I think on thee ! ' ' Remember me ! man's help can nought avail In the dark valley's fhade ; My drength muft faint, my flefh and heart mud fail, Oh ! hafte Thou to mine aid ! Silence and darknefs o'er me dealing, Oh, be Thou dill Thyfelf revealing, — Remember me ! ' 1 I think on thee ! foon in the better land Thou fhalt with Me rejoice •, The harps of heaven are waiting for thy hand, The chorus for thy voice : The angel bands are round thee bending, Thy parting fpirit clofe attending, — I think on thee ! ' 3 1 8 Hymns from the Land of Luther. ' Remember me ! by Thine own hour of pain, Appear in mine to fave ! Smooth for my reft the couch where Thou haft lain, The pillow of the grave ; And while the years of time are flying, In that lone place of darknefs lying, — Remember me ! ' 1 1 think on thee ! thine own Redeemer lives, Thy hope ftiall not be vain : When the laft trump its folemn fummons gives, Thou fhalt arife again. Now, go in peace, fecurely fieep- ing, Thy duft is fafe in angel's keeping, I think on thee ! J Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 9 ' Remember me, and the afflicted band Whom I muft leave behind ! Pour confolation from Thine own rich hand On mourning heart and mind. Oh, hear this one, this laft petition, Then {hall I go in glad fubmiffion, — Remember me !' * I think on thee ! with that fad band of love I will in mercy deal; My tender fympathy their fouls fhall prove, My Spirit's power to heal. The long-fought blifs fhall yet be given, The loft of earth are found in heaven, — I think on thee ! ' 20 Hymns from the Land of Luther. CHORUS OF THE CHURCH. ' Now, fweetly fleep ! angels thy foul receive, And bear to Jems' breaft ! Long in our hearts thy memory mall live, Here let thy body reft, Secure from earthly pain and forrow, Till dawns the refurredlion morrow. Now, fweetly fleep ! ' Hymns from the Land of Luther. 2 1 WEEP NOT. 1 Weine nicht.' * The Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.' — Psalm vi. ^3^|pEEP not, — Jefus lives on high, ' Oh, fad and wearied one ! If thou with the burden figh, Of grief thou canft not fhun, Trull Him ftill, Soon there will Rofes in the thicket ftand, Gofhen fmile on Egypt's land. Weep not, — Jefus thinks of thee When all befide forget. And on thee fo lovingly His faithfulnefs has fet, 2 2 Hymns from the Land of Luther. That though all Ruin'd fall, Every thing on earth be fhaken, Thou wilt never be forfaken. Weep not, — Jefus heareth thee, Hears thy moanings broken, Hears when thou right wearily All thy grief haft fpoken. Raife thy cry, He is nigh, And when waves roll full in view, He fhall fix their < Hitherto.' Weep not, — Jefus loveth thee, Though all around may fcorn, And though poifon'd arrows be Upon thy buckler borne, With His love, Nought can move •, Hymns from the Land of Luther. 23 All may fail, — yet only wait, He fhall make the crooked ftraight. Weep not, — Jefus cares for thee, Then what of good can fail ? Why fhouldft thou thus gloomily At thought of trouble quail ? He will bear All thy care ; And if He the burden take, He will all things perfeft make. Weep not, — Jefus comforts thee, He yet fhall come and fave, And each forrow thou fhalt fee Lie buried in thy grave. Sin fhall die, Grief fhall fly, Thou haft wept thy lateft tears When the Lord of life appears ! 24 Hymns from the Land of Luther. HERE IS MY HEART. i Hier ijl mein Herz.' 6 My fori, give me thine heart.' — Prov. xxiii. 26. ERE is my heart ! — my God, I give it Thee ; I heard Thee call and fay, s Not to the world, my child, but unto Me/ — I heard, and will obey. Here is love's offering to my King, Which in glad facrifice I bring. Here is my heart. Here is my heart ! — furely the gift, though poor, My God will not defpife ; Vainly and long I fought to make it pure, To meet Thy fearching eyes ; Hymns from the Land of Luther. 25 Corrupted firft in Adam's fall, The ftains of fin pollute it all. My guilty heart ! Here is my heart! — my heart fo hard before, Now by Thy grace made meet, Yet bruifed and wearied, it can only pour Its anguifti at Thy feet : It groans beneath the weight of fin, It fighs falvation's joy to win. My mourning heart ! Here is my heart ! — in Chrift its longings end, Near to His crofs it draws ; It fays, 'Thou art my portion, O my Friend, Thy blood my ranfom was.' And in the Saviour it has found What blefTednefs and peace abound, — My trufting heart ! 26 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Here is my heart! — ah! Holy Spirit, come, Its nature to renew, And confecrate it wholly as Thy home, A temple fair and true. Teach it to love and ferve Thee more, To fear Thee, truft Thee, and adore, My cleanfed heart ! Here is my heart! — it trembles to draw near The glory of Thy throne ; Give it the fhining robe Thy fervants wear, Of righteoufnefs Thine own : Its pride and folly chafe away And all its vanity, I pray. My humbled heart ! Here is my heart ! — teach it, O Lord, to cling In gladnefs unto Thee ; And in the day of forrow frill to fing, ' Welcome, my God's decree.' Hymns from the Land of Luther. 27 Believing, all its journey through, That Thou art wife, and juft and true. My waiting heart ! Here is my heart ! — O Friend of friends, be near To make each tempter fly, And when my lateft foe I wait with fear, Give me the victory ! Gladly on Thy love repofing, Let me fay, when life is clofing, ' Here is my heart ! ' 28 Hymns from the Land of Luther. DISCIPLINE. 1 Zage nicht.' 1 It is good for me that I have been afflicted ; that I might learn Thy ftatutes.' — Psalm cxix. 71. (ftg&f^ REMBLE not, though darkly gather C |f ;JK^ Clouds and tempefl o'er thy fky, |fe^^^ Still believe, thy heavenly Father Mm Loves thee beft when ftorms are nigh. When the fun of fortune fhineth Long and brightly on the heart, Soon its fruitfulnefs declineth, Parched and dry in every part. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 29 Then the plants of grace have faded In the dry and burning foil, Thorns and briers their growth have shaded, Earthly cares and earthly toil. But the clouds are feen ascending, Soon the heavens are overcaft, And the weary heart is bending 'Neath affliction's ftormy blaft. Yet the Lord, on high prefiding, Rules the ftorm with powerful hand ; He the jfhower of grace is guiding To the dry and barren land. See, at length the clouds are breaking, Tempefts have not palled in vain; For the foul, revived, awaking, Bears its fruits and flowers again. 3° Hymns from the Land of Luther. Love divine has feen and counted Every tear it cauf'd to fall, And the ftorm which love appointed, Was its choicefl gift of all. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 3* A MOTHER'S PRAYER IN THE NIGHT. ' Dunkel ijis: 1 Behold, He that keepeth Ifrael fhall neither flumber nor fleep.' Psalm cxxi. 4. ARKNESS reigns — the hum of life's com motion On the liftening ear no longer breaks ; Stars are fhining on the deep blue ocean, All is filent, Love alone awakes. Love on earth its lonely vigils keeping, Love in heaven that refts or (lumbers not ; Peace, my anxious heart ! though thou wert fleeping, Love divine has ne'er its charge forgot. 32 Hymns from the Land of Luther. And for you, my brighteft earthly flowers, You, my children, Love divine has cared ; Sleep, beloved ones ! through thefe dark hours Angels by your pillow watch and guard. Here the winged mefTengers of heaven, As beheld at Bethel, come and go, Angel guardians, whom the Lord has given To each little one while here below. Thou, O Saviour, while on earth refiding, Never didft Thou fcorn a mother's prayer, Faith may frill behold Thee here abiding, Still commend her treafures to Thy care. Were not all my hope on Thee repofing, Thou fole refuge for a finner's fears, Then, the future all its ills difclofing, I could give my children only tears. Hymns from the Land of Luther, 33 From their earthly parents they inherit Nought fave fin and weaknefs, grief and pain, — Give them, Lord, Thine all-fufficient merit, Spiritual birth and life again. Hide and guard them in Thy tender arms, Till the wildernefs of life be paft ; Save them from temptation's fatal charms, Seal them for thine own, from firft to lad ! Let thy rod and ftaff in mercy lead them In the foofteps of Thy flock below, Till 'mid heavenly paftures Thou fhalt feed them, Where the ftreams of life eternal flow. 34 Hymns from the Land of Luther. JESUS, STILL LEAD ON. c Jefu, geh njoran, 6 They forfook all, and followed Him.' — Luke v. ii. ESUS, ftill lead on, Till our reft be won ! And although the way be cheerlefs, We will follow, calm and fearlefs ; Guide us by Thy hand To our Fatherland. If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faithlefs fears o'ertake us. Let not faith and hope forfake us, For, through many a foe, To our home we go ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 35 When we feek relief From a long-felt grief, — When opprefTed by new temptations, Lord, increafe and perfect patience ; Show us that bright ihore Where we weep no more ! Jefus, ftill lead on, Till our reft be won ! Heavenly Leader, ftill direft us, Still fupport, confole, protect us, Till we fafely ft and In our Fatherland ! 36 Hymns from the Land of Luther. TO A DYING CHILD. 6 Zeuch-hin y mein Kind' 6 Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not: for of fuch is the kingdom of God.' — Mark x. 14. EPART, my child ! the Lord thy fpirit calls To leave a world of woe : Sad on my heart the heavenly fummons falls ; Yet fince He wills it fo, I calm the rifing agitation, And fay, with humble refignation, Depart, my child ! Depart, my child ! lent for a little while Our drooping hearts to cheer ; Dear is thy loving voice, thy gentle fmile, Ah ! who can tell how dear ? Hymns from the Land of Luther. 37 The fands are run, — too quickly falling, The Giver comes, — His own recalling, — Depart, my child ! Depart, my child ! enjoy in heaven's pure day What earth muft ftill deny ; Here many a ftorm awaits thy longer way, And many a tear thine eye. Go, where the flowers have never faded, Where love may fmile unchilled, unfhaded,— Depart, my child ! Depart, my child ! foon ftiall we meet again In the good land of reft : Thou goeft, happy one ! ere grief or pain Have reached thy gentle breaft. Happy, our thorny path forfaking, From life's vain dream fo early waking, — Depart, my child ! Depart, my child ! angels are bending down To fet thy fpirit free, The Saviour holds in heaven the golden crown He won on earth for thee. Yes ! now in Him thou art victorious, — Go, (hare His reft and triumph glorious, — Depart, my child ! Hymns from the Land of Luther, 39 ARISE ! ' Wachet auf: ' It is high time to awake out of fleep.' — Rom. xiii. 14. RISE ! ye lingering faints, arife ! Remember that the might of grace, When guilty {lumbers fealed your eyes, Awakened you to run the race , And let not darknefs round you fall, But hearken to the Saviour's call. Arife! Arife ! becaufe the night of fin Mufl flee before the light of day , God's glorious Gofpel mining in, Mull: chafe the midnight gloom away : You cannot true difciples be If you flill walk in vanity. Arife! qo Hymns from the Land of Luther. Arife! although the flelh be weak, The fpirit willing is and true, And fervants of the Mafter feek To follow where it guideth to. Beloved! oh, be wife indeed, And let the fpirit ever lead. Arife! Arife! becaufe our Serpent- foe Unwearied ftrives by day and night, Remembers time is fhort below, And wreftles on with hellish might : Then boldly grafp both fword and fhield, Who flumbers on the battle-field ? Arife! Arife ! before that hour unknown, The hour of death that comes ere long, And comes not to the weak alone, But to the mighty and the ftrong. Hymns from the La?id of Luther, 4 1 Beloved ! oft in fpirit dwell Upon the hour that none can tell. Arife! Arife ! that you prepared may ftand Before the coming of the Lord ; The day of wrath draws nigh at hand, According to th' eternal Word. Ah ! think, perhaps this day fhall fee The dawning of eternity ! Arife! Arife! it is the Matter's will, No more His heavenly voice defpife, Why linger with the dying ftill ? He calls — Aroufe you, and arife ! No longer flight the Saviour's call, It founds to you, to me, to all. Arife! Hymns from the Land of Luther. GOD WITH ME. 1 Gott bei mir in jedem Ort.' 1 When thou pafTeft through the waters, I will be with thee ; and through the rivers, they fhall not overflow thee ; when thou walked through the fire, thou fhalt not be burned ; neither fhall the flame kindle upon thee.' — Isa. xliii. a. Y God with me in every place ! Firmly does the promife ftand, On land or iea, with prefent grace Still to aid us near at hand. If you afk, ' Who is with thee r' God is here — my God with me ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 43 No depth, nor prifon, nor the grave, Can exclude Him from His own •, His cheering prefence ftill I have, If in crowds or all alone. In whatever ftate I be, Everywhere is God with me! My God for me ! — I dare to fay, God the portion of my foul ! Nor need I tremble in difmay When around me troubles roll. If you afk, 'What comforts thee?' It is this — God is for me! Ah ! faith has feen Him cradled lie, Here on earth a weeping child ; Has feen Him for my vilenefs die, He, the finlefs, undefiled ! And thus I know it true to be, God, my Saviour, is for me ! 44 Hymns from the Land of Luther. In life, in death, with God fo near, Every battle I fhall win ; Shall boldly prefs through dangers here, Triumph over every fin ! ' What !' you fay, ' A victor be?' No, not I, but God in me ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 45 THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. i nor f° lament, ^ My foul ! nor troubled figh, Becaufe fome joys to others font Thy Father may deny ; Take all as love that feems severe, There is no want if God is near. There is no right thou canft demand, No title thou canft claim, For all are Grangers in the land Who bear the human name ; Earth and its treafures are the Lord's, And He the lot of each accords. 64 Hymns from the Land of Luther. How thanklefs art thou, child of man ! For favours that abound ; Thy God has given thee eyes to fcan The glory all around ; Yet feldom for this pricelefs fight, Haft thou been heard to praife aright. Number thy limbs, thy members tell, And afk thy thanklefs foul, If to another thou wouldft fell The fmalleft of the whole? There is not one from which thy heart Would willingly fubmit to part. Now, go and fearch the depths of mind, Explore its wondrous power, New proofs of benefits to find, That meet thee every hour ; More than the fand upon the fhore, And ever rifing more and more. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 6$ He knows, who lives on Zion's hill, What we in truth require, Knows too how many bleffings ftili This flefh and blood defire ; And could He fafely all beftow, He would not let thee forrowing go. Thou wert not born that earth fhould be A portion fondly fought 5 Look up to heaven, and fmiling fee Thy fhining, golden lot ! Honours and joys, which thou fhalt fhare, Unending and unenvied there ! Then journey on to life and blifs, God will proteft to heaven ; And every good that meets thee is A bleffing wifely given. If lofTes come, — fo let it be, The God of heaven remains with thee. 9 66 Hymns from the Land of Luther. PILGRIM SONG. i Kommty Kinder y lafs uns gehen. y 6 Here have we no continuing city, but we feek one to come.' — Heb. xiii. 14. OME, brothers, let us onward, J&M^s Night comes without delay, And in this howling defert It is not good to ftay. Take courage, and be ftrong, We are hasting on to heaven, Strength for warfare will be given, And glory won ere long. The Pilgrim's path of trial We do not fear to view ; We know His voice who calls us, We know Him to be true. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 6j Then, let who will contemn, But, ftrong in His almighty grace, Come, every one, with ftedfaft face, On to Jerufalem ! If we would walk as pilgrims, We mull: not riches heap ; Much treafure to have gathered But makes the way more fteep. We march with laggard fpeed, Till every weight is caft afide, Till with the little fatisfied That pilgrimage can need. Here, all unknown we wander, Defpifed on every hand, Unnoticed, fave when flighted As {bangers in the land. 68 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Our joys they will not fhare; Yet fing, — that they may catch the fong Of heaven, and the happy throng That now await us there! Come, gladly let us onward, Hand in hand ftill go, Each helping one another Through all the way below. One family of love, — Oh, let no voice of ftrife be heard, No difcord, by the angel-guard Who watch us from above. Oh, brothers ! foon is ended The journey we've begun, Endure a little longer, The race will foon be run. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 69 And in the land of reft, — In yonder bright, eternal home, Where all the Father's loved ones come, Wefhallbefafeandbleft! Then boldly, let us venture, This, this is worth the coft ! Though dangers we encounter, Though everything is loft. Oh world ! how vain thy call ! We follow Him who went before, We follow to th' eternal fhore, Jefus, our All in All ! — -~* s: ^^&$2£=*~-^ 70 Hymns from the Land of Luther. MY FATHER IS THE MIGHTY LORD. * Mein Vater ijl der grojje Herr der Welt.' 1 All things are yours.' — i Cor. iii. »i. )Y Father is the mighty Lord, whofe arm Spans earth and fky, and Ihields His child from harm, Whofe ftill fmall voice of love is yet the fame As once from Horeb's fiery mount it came ; Whofe glorious works the angel-choirs declare ; He hears their praife, — and hearkens to my prayer. My King is God's eternal, holy Son, And He anoints me as a chofen one ; He has redeemed me with His precious blood, And for unnumber'd debts has furety flood •, He fought the foe, and drew me by His hand, Out from his camp, into His Father's land. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 7 1 My Brotherhood's a circle, ftretching wide Around one fount, although a fea divide ; With fathers, who behold the Lord in light, With faints unborn, who fhall adore His might, With brothers, who the race of faith now run, In union and communion, I am one ! My journey's end lies upward and afar, It glimmers bright, but vaguely as a ftar, And oft as faith has caught fome glimpfe ferene, So often clouds and mifts obfcure the fcene; Yet, in this longing ends each vifion dim, To fee my Lord! — and to be made like Him ! My grave, fo long a dark and drear abyfs, Is now fcarce noticed on the way to blifs -, Once at the gates of hell it yawning lay, Now ftands as portal to the land of day ; It takes me to the Father's home fo bleft, It brings me to the feaft, a welcome gueft. 72 Hymns from the Land of Luther. THY WILL BE DONE. i Mein Jefu y a bright-eyed feraph bent Over an infant's dream, To view his mirrored form he leant As in the cryftal ftream. ' Fair infant, come/ he whifpered low, 1 And leave the earth with me -, To a bright and happy land we'll go, This is no home for thee. ' Each fparkling pleafure knows alloy, No cloudlefs fkies are here, A care there is for every joy, For every fmile a tear. 11 6 The heart that dances free and light, May foon be chained by forrow ; The fun that fets in calm to-night, May rife in ftorm to-morrow. ' Alas ! to cloud a brow fo fair, That griefs and pains fhould rife; Alas ! that this dark world of care Should dim thefe laughing eyes ! 1 To feek a brighter land with me, Infant, thou wilt not fear ; For piteous Heaven the fad decree Recalls, that fent thee here.' It feemed on him the fweet babe fmiled, His wings the feraph fpread ; They're gone — the angel and the child, Poor mother ! thy fon is dead ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 83 THE SERVICE OF THE LORD. i Der Dienst der HerrnS c If any man ferve Me, let him follow Me ; and where I am, there fhall alfo My fervant be.' — John xii. 26. jS|OW bleffed, from the bonds of fin And earthly fetters free, In finglenefs of heart and aim, Thy fervant, Lord, to be ! The harden: toil to undertake With joy at Thy command, The meaneft office to receive With meeknefs at Thy hand ! 84 Hymns from the Land of Luther. "With willing heart and longing eyes, To watch before Thy gate, Ready to run the weary race, To bear the heavy weight ; No voice of thunder to expert, But follow calm and ftill ; For love can eafily divine The One Beloved's will. Thus may I ferve Thee, gracious Lord ! Thus ever Thine alone, My foul and body given to Thee, The purchafe Thou haft won. Through evil or through good report Still keeping by Thy fide, By life or death, in this poor flelh Let Chrift be magnified ! How happily the working days In this dear fervice fly, Hymns from the Land of Luther. 85 How rapidly the clofing hour, The time of reft, draws nigh ! When all the faithful gather home, A joyful company, And ever where the Mafter is, Shall His bleft fervants be. 86 Hymns from the Land of Luther. THE DESIRED HAVEN. 1 Lord, now letteft Thou Thy fervant depart in peace, according to Thy Word.' — Luke ii. 29. M.ORD, the waves are breaking o'er me and around, Oft of coming tempefts I hear the moan- ing found; Here there is no fafety, rocks on either hand, 'Tis a foreign roadftead, a ftrange and hoftile land, Wherefore fhould I linger ? others gone before Long fince fafe are landed on a calm and friendly fhore : Now the failing orders in mercy, Lord, bellow, — Slip the cable, let me go J i Lord, the night is doling round my feeble bark, How mail I encounter its watches long and dark ? Sorely worn and mattered by many a billow paft, Can I ftand another rude and ftormy blaft ? Hymns from the Land of Luther. 87 Ah ! the promifed haven I never may attain, Sinking and forgotten amid the lonely main ; Enemies around me, gloomy depths below, — Slip the cable, let me go ! 6 Lord, I would be near Thee, with Thee where Thou art, Thine own word hath faid it, 'tis " better to depart," There to ferve Thee better, there to love Thee more, With Thy ranfomed people to worfliip and adore ; Ever to Thy prefence Thou doft call Thine own, Why am I remaining, helplefs and alone ? Oh! to fee Thy glory, Thy wondrous love to know, — Slip the cable, let me go ! 1 Lord, the lights are gleaming from the diflant fhore, Where no billows threaten, where no tempefts roar. Long beloved voices calling me I hear, Oh, how fweet their fummons falls upon my ear ! Here are foes and ftrangers, faithlefs hearts and cold, There is fond affection, fondly proved of old ! Let me hafle to join them, may it not be fo ? Slip the cable, let me go ! ' Hark, the folemn anfwer ! — hark, the promife fure ! : BlefTed are the fervants who to the end endure ! Yet a little longer hope and tarry on, Yet a little longer, weak and weary one ! More to perfect patience, to grow in faith and love, More my ftrength and wifdom, and faithfulnefs to prove ; Then the failing orders the Captain^// beftow, — Slip the cable, let thee go !' — -^^T^^fjfc*^--- Hymns from the Land of Luther. 8 9 THE LONG GOODNIGHT. 1 Ichfabr da bin mit Freuden.' ' Having a defire to depart, and to be with Chrift , which is far better.' — Phil. i. 23. , JOURNEY forth rejoicing, From this dark vale of tears, To heavenly joy and freedom, From earthly bonds and fears : Where Chrift our Lord ihall gather All His redeemed again, His kingdom to inherit, — Goodnight, till then ! Go to thy quiet refting Poor tenement of clay ! 12 90 Hymns from the Land of Luther. From all thy pain and weaknefs I gladly hafte away ; But ftill in faith confiding To find thee yet again, All glorious and immortal, Goodnight, till then ! Why thus fo fadly weeping, Belov'd ones of my heart ? The Lord is good and gracious, Though now He bids us part. Oft have we met in gladnefs, And we fhall meet again, All forrow left behind us, — Goodnight, till then ! I go to fee His glory, Whom we have loved below ; I go, the blefled angels, The holy faints to know. Hymns from the Land of Luther, o. 1 Our lovely ones departed, I go to find again, And wait for you to join us,- Goodnight, till then ! I hear the Saviour calling, The joyful hour has come > The angel-guards are ready To guide me to our home \ Where Chrift our Lord fhall gather All His redeemed again, His kingdom to inherit, — Goodnight, till then ! —■>——--- $2 Hymns from the Land of Luther. ALL THINGS ARE YOURS. 1 Alles ijl ener! — Worte des e^wigen Lebens.' ' For all things are yours; whether Paul, or Apollos, or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things prefent, or things to come; all are yours/ — i Cor. iii. 21, 22. B*jJ\ LL things are yours ! O fweet meflage of ^Slw^ mercy divine ! $gW[~ Chriftian brothers, rejoice in your portion and " •""' Ours the high prize, Which poor finners defpife, And for a vain world refign. Raife your affections and heart to your home in the fky, Then let the earth and its vanities wither and die ; Your joys fhall laft, When theirs are long paft. Your treafure is laid up on high. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 93 All things are yours, my beloved ! our Lord from above Watches His people with tender companion and love. Hear His dear voice, — 1 My brethren, rejoice ! Nothing your fafety fhall move ! ' All of things prefent that earth and her fulnefs can yield, All of things future from knowledge and fancy con- cealed, Life's varied tale, Death's dark, dreaded vale, All as your portion revealed ! Heaven and earth, and the fea, and the fyftems of light, Spirits unnumbered, angelic hofts holy and bright, All are for thee, Brother ! be joyful with me, Let us in praifes unite ! 94 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Does thy heart fink in the conflict with fear and defpair ? Are tears overflowing from fountains of forrow and care ? On yonder fhore, See, they are weeping no more. Old things have pafled away there ! Praife to the Saviour, whofe death our falvation fecures ! Praife to the Father, whofe mercy for ever endures ! New fongs of praife Evermore let us raife, Amen ! yes, all things are yours ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. p^ THE WIDOW OF NAIN. 6 Ofujes Wort: 1 And when the Lord faw her, He had companion on her, and faid unto her, Weep not.' — Luke vii. 13. H, fweeteft words that Jefus could have fought, To foothe the mourning widow's heart, 6 Weep not ! ' They fall with comfort on my ear, When life is dark and trouble near. They were not whifpered accents, but aloud The Saviour fpake them to the filent crowd, That each might hear His heavenly voice, And in the widow's joy rejoice ! 06 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Words, that were fpoken amid forrow's ftrife, And in the very midft of death and life ; They fhall refrefh my foul at laft, And ftrengthen me till life is paft. If poverty obfcures my earthly lot, Then fhall I hear my Saviour fay, ' Weep not!' To God the Father raife thine eye, For ftill He hears the raven's cry. And oh, fhould perfection's ruthlefs hand Grant me no quiet poffefTion in the land, The voice of Jefus calms each thought, Heaven is Thy dwelling-place, " Weep not ! ' Though death the deareft to my heart has flain, Jefus fhall yet reftore my dead again ; 1 Weep not,' He fays, ■ poor weary one, But think what I at Nain have done ! ' Hymns from the Land of Luther. 91 When I myfelf am drawing near to death, This Jefus fhall be there, and thus He faith, ' The race is run, the battle fought, I am thy light, thy life, "Weep not!"' Oh, fweeteft words that Jefus could have fought, To cheer His weary troubled ones, ' Weep not ! ' Thrice blefTed words ! I liflening ftay, Till grief and forrow flee away ! 13 CONFLICT. ' Sctione Sonne, kommft du endlich A * I will love Thee, — without meafure, And will love Thee right at length. Oh, I will love Thee, Light Divine, Till I die and find Thee mine ! Alas ! that I fo lately knew Thee ! Thee, fo worthy of the beft ; Nor had fooner turned to view Thee, Trueft Good, and only Reft ! The more I love, I mourn the more That I did not love before ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 03 Far I ran, and wander'd blindly, Seeking fome created light ; Then I fought, but could not find Thee, I had wander'd from Thee quite ; Until at laft Thou art made known Through Thy feeking, not my own ! I will praife Thee, Sun of Glory ! For Thy beams have gladnefs brought. I will praife Thee, — will adore Thee, For the light I vainly fought ; Will praife Thee that Thy words fo bleft Spake my fin-fick foul to reft ! In Thy footfteps now uphold me, That I ftumble not nor ftray. When the narrow way is told me, Never let me ling'ring ftay. But come, my weary foul to cheer, Shine, eternal Sunbeam, here ! I04 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Be my heart more warmly glowing, Sweet and calm the tears I fhed ; And its love, its ardour fhowing, Let my fpirit onward tread. Still, near to Thee, and nearer (till, Draw this heart, this mind, this will. I will love, in joy and for row ! Crowning joy ! will love Thee well ! I will love to-day, to-morrow, While I in this body dwell ! Oh ! I will love Thee, Light Divine, Till I die and find Thee mine ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 05 PARTING. i Was macht ibr y dafs ihr iveinet.' 1 What mean ye to weep, and to break mine heart ? ' — Acts xxi. 13. ^^^M^gHAT mean ye by this wailing, To break my bleeding heart ? As if the love that binds us Could alter or depart ! Our fweet and holy union Knows neither time nor place ; The love that God has planted Is lafting as His grace. Ye clafp thefe hands at parting, As if no hope could be, — 14 106 Hymns from the Land of Luther. While ftill we fland for ever In blefled unity ! Ye gaze, as on a vifion Ye never could recall, While ftill each thought is with you, And Jefus with us all ! Ye fay, ' We here, thou yonder, Thou goeft, and we ftay ! ' And yet Chrift's myftic body Is one eternally. Ye fpeak of different journeys, A long and fad adieu ! While ftill one way I travel, And have one end with you ! Why ihould ye now be weeping Thefe agonizing tears ? Behold our gracious Leader, And caft away your fears Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 07 We tread one path to glory, Are guided by one hand, And led in faith and patience Unto one Fatherland ! Then let this hour of parting No bitter grief record, But be an hour of union More blefled with our Lord ! With Him to guide and fave us, No changes that await, No earthly reparations Can leave us defolate ! -^&*&&&i4^r&^-> Io8 Hymns from the Land of Luther. THE ANGEL OF PATIENCE. * Es %ieht einjliller Engel durch diefes Erdenland, i Ye have need of patience/ — Heb. x. 3 6. i GENTLE ANGEL walketh throughout a world of woe, With meflages of mercy to mourning hearts below ; { %- W His peaceful fmile invites them to love and to confide, O follow in His footfteps, keep clofely by His fide ! So gently will He lead thee through all the cloudy day, And whifper of glad tidings to cheer the pilgrim way, His courage never failing, when thine is almoir. gone, He takes thy heavy burden, and helps to bear it on. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 09 To foft and tearful fadnefs He changes dumb defpair, And foothes to deep fubmiffion the ftorm of grief and care ; Where midnight fhades are brooding He pours the light of noon, And every grievous wound He heals, moll furely, if not foon. He will not blame thy forrows, while He brings the healing balm, He does not chide thy longings, while He foothes them into calm ; And when thy heart is murmuring, and wildly afldng, why ? He fmiling beckons forward, points upward to the fky. He will not always anfwer thy queftions and thy fear, His watchword is, i Be patient, the journey's end is near !' And ever through the toilfome way, He tells of joys to come, And points the pilgrim to his reft, the wanderer to his home. 1 10 Hymns from the Land of Luther. LOOKING HOME. * Ach y uns zvird das Herzfo leer.' Having a delire to depart/ — Phil. i. 23. H ! this heart is void and chill 'Mid earth's noify thronging, For the Father's manfions frill Vehemently is longing ! In the garments, once fo ftrong, Now are rents diftreffing, And the fandals, borne fo long, Heavily are prefling. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 1 1 Oh ! to be at home, and gain All for which we're fighing, From all earthly want and pain To be fwiftly flying. With this load of fin and care, Then, no longer bending ; But with waiting angels there, On our Lord attending ! Ah ! how blefTed, bleffed they Who have rightly ftriven, And rejoice eternally With their Lord in heaven ! o^C g &C^ 112 Hymns from the Land of Luther. MORNING HYMN. 6 Morgen glanz der Ewigkeit. 1 My voice malt Thou hear in the morning, O Lord.' — Psalm v. 3. ^gjf^ ESUS, Sun of Righteoufnefs, Brighteft beam of Love Divine, With the early morning rays Do Thou on our darknefs fhine, And difpel with pureft light, All our night ! As on drooping herb and flower, Falls the foft refreshing dew, Let Thy Spirit's grace and power All our weary fouls renew, Showers of blefling over all Softly fall ! Hymns from the Land of Luther, 1 1 3 Like the fun's reviving ray, May Thy love, with tender glow, All our coldnefs melt away, Warm and cheer us forth to go, Gladly ferve Thee and obey All the day ! O our only Hope and Guide, Never leave us, nor forfake ; Keep us ever at Thy fide, Till the eternal morning break, Moving on to Zion hill Homeward ftill ! Lead us all our days and years In Thy ftraight and narrow way ; Lead us through the vale of tears To the land of perfeft day, Where Thy people, fully bleft, Safely reft ! 15 ii 4 Hymns from the Land of Luther. RECALL. 'Kehre vuieder, kehre ^T6?L^N^- a Hymns from the Land of Luther. 12 1 THE JOURNEY TO JERUSALEM. 'Jefu y 128 Hymns from the Land of Luther. SUBMISSION. ' Stille, mein Wille ! dein Jefu hilft fiegen? ' In your patience pofTefs ye your fouls.' — Luke xxi. 19. ypplp? E £1111, my foul ! — the Lord is on thy fide, iP§B * ^ ear P at i ent iy the crofs of grief and pain, Leave to thy God, -to order and provide, »° In every change He faithful will remain. Be Ml, my foul ! — thy bell, thy heavenly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. Be Ml, my foul! — thy God doth undertake To guide the future, as He has the paft : Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing fhake, All now myfterious (hall be bright at laft. Be Ml, my foul ! — the waves and winds ftill know His voice, who ruled them while He dwelt below. Be ftill, my foul! — when deareft friends depart, And all is darkened in the vale of tears, Then fhalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to foothe thy forrow and thy fears. Be ftill, my foul ! — thy Jefus can repay From His own fulnefs all He takes away. Be ftill, my foul! — the hour is haftening on, When we fhall be for ever with the Lord ; When difappointment, grief, and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, Love's pu reft joys reftored. Be ftill, my foul! — when change and tears are paft, All fafe and bleffed we fhall meet at laft. Be ftill, my foul ! — begin the fong of praife On earth, believing, to thy Lord on high -, Acknowledge Him in all thy works and ways, So fhall He view thee with a well-pleafed eye. Be ftill, my foul ! — the Sun of life divine Through paffing clouds fhall but more brightly fhine. 17 I go Hymns from the Land of Luther. THE BELIEVER'S DYING TESTAMENT. 1 Ich habe Lujl zu fcheidenS 6 I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand.' — % Tim. iv. 6. |pEARY, waiting to depart, My fpirit longs for flight ; Still I gaze with throbbing heart To Zion's fields of light. When His fummons fhall be fent, No dweller here may know, — To my dying teftament, Friends, hearken, ere I go! God, my Father, to Thy hand This fpirit I bequeath ; Guide it through this defert land, And through the gates of death Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 3 1 By Thy gift, this foul was mine, Take it to Thyfelf again, So fhall it for ever Thine In life and death remain. What, O Jefus, fhall I make An offering to Thee ? Ah, thefe fins, thefe forrows take, So grievous, Lord, to me. In the crimfon ftream that flows, My Saviour, from Thy fide, Thus my faith each burden throws, Hide them, for ever, hide ! Oh, Thou Spirit of all might ! I yield Thee my laft figh, And to Thee in death's dread fight, I fend my lateft cry ! As life's pulfes ileal away, O fpeak peace to me ! T 3 2 Hymns fro?n the La?id of Luther. And let my fainting foul that day Nothing fave Jefus fee. Angels, take thefe flowing tears From my pale cheeks away ! Ye can pity earth-born fears, And gladly will obey. Bear me to my Saviour's care, In thefe kind arms of love, And let me for ever fhare Your tearlefs blifs above. Ye beloved ones, and true, Who weeping round me bend, Though I go, I leave with you Your everlafting Friend. Take my parting bleffing, then, And weep for me no more, Surely we fhall meet again On the eternal fhore ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 133 Earth, poor earth, I've fpent on thee A long and clouded day, Take as my laft legacy, This dwelling-houfe of clay ; In thy keeping it muft fall To humble duft once more -, But, ere long, thy graves fhall all In living truth reftore ! This is my laft teftament — God ! fix Thy feal thereto ! Now I wait in calm content, With Heaven full in view. RefUng on my Lord in faith, I pafs fecurely on, Knowing when I conquer death My heritage is won ! 134 Hymns from the Land of Luther. WAITING. 1 Melnejlund ijl noch nicht kommen.' 'Mine hour is not yet come.' — John ii. 4. ESUS' hour is not yet come;' Let this word thine anfwer be, Pilgrim, afking for thy home, Longing to be bleft and free- Yet a feafon tarry on, Nobly borne, is nobly done. While oppreffing cares and fears Night and day no refpite leave, Still prolonged through many years, None to help thee or relieve ; Hold the word of promife fail, Till deliverance comes at laft. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 35 Every creature-hope and truft, Every earthly prop or ftay, May lie proftrate in the duft, May have failed or pafTed away ; — Then, when darkeft falls the night, Jefus comes, and all is light. Yes, the Comforter draws nigh To the breaking, burfting heart, For, with tender fympathy, He has feen and felt its fmart : Through its darkeft hours of ill, He is waiting, watching ftill. Doft thou afk, When comes His hour? Then, when it fhall aid thee beft. Truft His faithfulnefs and power, Truft in Him, and quietly reft. Suffer on, and hope, and wait, Jefus never comes too late. ^ Hymns from the Land of Luther, Bleffed day, which haftens faft, End of conflict and of fin ! Death itfelf ihall die at laft, Heaven's eternal joys begin. Then eternity fhall prove, God is light, and God is Love. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 37 PRAISE AND PRAYER. 1 treuer Heiland Jefu Cbrift.' 'If any man be in Chrift, he is a new creature; old things are parTed away; behold, all things are become new.' — 2 Cor. v. 17. ® E praife and blefs Thee, gracious Lord, Our Saviour kind and true, For all the old things palled away, For all Thou haft made new. The old fecurity is gone, In which fo long we lay ; The deep of death Thou haft difpelled, The darknefs rolled away. 18 138 Hymns from the Land of Luther. New hopes, new purpofes, defires, And joys, Thy grace has given ; Old ties are broken from the earth, New ones attach to heaven. But yet how much mud be deftroyed, How much renewed muft be, Ere we can fully ftand complete In likenefs, Lord, to Thee ! Ere to Jerufalem above, The holy place, we come, Where nothing finful or defiled Shall ever find a home ! Thou, only Thou, mull carry on The work Thou haft begun : Of Thine own ftrength Thou muft impart, In Thine own ways to run. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 39 Ah, leave us not! from day to day Revive, reftore again ; Our feeble fleps do Thou direct, Our enemies reftrain. Whate'er would tempt the foul to ftray, Or feparate from Thee, That, Lord, remove, however dear To the poor heart it be ! When the flefh finks, then ftrengthen Thou The fpirit from above -, Make us to feel Thy fervice fweet, And light Thy yoke of love. So fhall we faultlefs ftand at laft Before Thy Father's throne, The bleflednefs for ever ours, The glory all Thine own ' 1 40 Hymns from the Land of Luther CALVARY. 1 Fliejfty ihr Augen Fliefft *von Tbranen.' ' Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our forrows.' — Isaiah liii. 4. £ib LOW my tears, flow ftill fafter, Thus my guilt and fin bemoan ; Mourn, my heart, in deeper anguifti, Over forrows not thine own ! See a fpotlefs Lamb draw nigh To Jerufalem, to die For thy fins, the finlefs One ; — Think! ah, think! what thou haft done! See Him ftand, while cruel fetters Bind the hands that framed the world, While around Him bitter mocking, Laughter, and contempt are hurled. Hymns from the Land of Luther. \a\ Heathen rage and Jewifh fcorn, Meekly for our fins are borne. Sin has brought Him from above*, Who can fathom fuch a love ? Soon the heavy doom is fpoken, Even Pilate's pleading ceafed ; Jefus to the crofs is chofen, And Barabbas is releafed ! Ah ! there is no loving word, Not one voice of pity heard ! But the loud and frenzied cry, 6 Crucify Him, — crucify!' Can we view the Saviour given To the fmiter's hands for us ? Can we all unmoved, unhumbled, See Him mocked and flighted thus, — View the thorny chaplet made For His meek and filent head, — 142 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Hear the loud and angry din, And not tremble for our fin ? Follow from the hall of judgment This fad Saviour on His way; — But, in fpirit, as ye journey, Often paufe, and humbly pray ; Pray the Father to behold By the Son thy ranfom told; And a fubftitute for thee In His Well-beloved fee ! Muft I, Jefus, thus behold Thee In Thy toil and forrow here ? Can I nothing better yield Thee Than my unavailing tear ? Lamb of God! I weep for Thee! Weep, Thy cruel crofs to fee, — Weep, for death that death deftroys ! Weep, for grief that brings me joys! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 43 Poor is all that I can offer, Soul and body while I live ; Take it, O my Saviour, take it, — I have nothing more to give. Come, and in this heart remain, Let each enemy be (lain, — Let me live and die with Thee •, To Thy kingdom welcome me ! Loud and louder, faints are finging, Glory! glory! Chrift, to Thee! Over death and hell for ever Thou haft triumphed gloriously. I am Thine, and Thou art mine : Oh ! to fee thy brightnefs fhine ! Lord ! Thy day of grief is o'er, Come ! in glory — come once more ! 144 Hymns from the Land of Luther. RE-UNION. 6 Wiederfehn ! ja ruuiederfehn tvird einft? i \ fhall go to him.' — 2 Sam. xii. 23. |lffJl^)EET again! yes, we fhall meet again, Though now we part in pain ! His people all Together Chrift fhall call •,— Hallelujah! Soon the days of abfence fhall be o'er, And thou fhalt weep no more ; Our meeting day Shall wipe all tears away ; Hallelujah! Now I go with gladnefs to our home, With gladnefs thou {halt come ; There I will wait To meet thee at Heaven's gate; Hallelujah! Deareft! what delight, again to fhare Our fweet communion there ! To walk among The holy ranfom'd throng; — Hallelujah! Here, in many a grief our hearts were one, But there in joys alone ; Joy fading never, Increafing, deepening ever ; — Hallelujah! 19 146 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Not to mortal fight can it be given To know the blifs of Heaven •, But thou (halt be Soon there, and fing with Me, Hallelujah! Meet again ! yes, we fhall meet again, Though now we part in pain ! Together all His people Chrift fhall call , - Hallelujah! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1^7 JESUS ALL-SUFFICIENT. c Wenn ich Ihn nur babe.' ' The Lord is my portion, faith my foul.' — Lam. iii. 24. W^0 F only He is mine, — fn|T^ If but this poor heart 20 o>""» Never more, in grief or joy, May from Him depart, '^ Then farewell to fadnefs, All I feel is love, and hope, and gladnefs. If only He is mine, — Then, from all below, Leaning on my pilgrim-ftaff, Gladly forth I go. From the crowd who follow In the broad, bright road, their pleasures falfe and hollow. If only He is mine, — Then all elfe is given ; Every bleiling lifts my eyes And my heart to Heaven. FilPd with heavenly love, Earthly hopes and fears no longer tempt or move. There, — where He is mine, Is my Fatherland, And my heritage of blifs Daily cometh from His hand. Now I find again In His people love long loft, and mourn'd in vain. v> \ ANTICIPATION. * Wie M&X All the joys of life poiTeiling, ^* Unnumber'd they appear ! K§jfc§ Then let faith and patience cheer me, Now that trials gather near me, Where is life without a tear? Yes, O Lord, a finner looking O'er the fins Thou art rebuking, Muft own Thy judgments light. Surely, I fo oft offending, Muft, in humble patience bending, Feel Thy chaftifements are right. 20 ! 54 Hymns from the Land of Luther, Let me, o'er tranfgreffion weeping, Find the grace my foul is feeking; Receiving at Thy throne Strength to meet each tribulation, Looking for the great falvation, TrufVing in my Lord alone ! While 'mid earthly tears and fighing, Still to praife Thee feebly trying, Still clinging Lord, to Thee : Quietly on Thy love relying, I am Thine, — and living, dying, Surely all is well with me! N^3^35^^ — Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 55 REST. i Icb bkib bei Dir! nvo k'onnt ich 'j bejjer habenf We which have believed do enter into reft.' — Heb. iv. 3. ^ REST with Thee, Lord ! whither fhould I go? I feel fo blefl within Thy home of love ! The bleffings purchafed by Thy pain and woe, To Thy poor child Thou fendeft from above. never let Thy grace depart from me, So fhall I frill abide, my Lord, with Thee. 1 reft with Thee ! Eternal life the prize Thou wilt beftow, when faith's good fight is won. What can earth give, but vain regrets and fighs, To the poor heart, whofe pafling blifs is done? For lafting joys I fleeting ones refign, Since Jefus calls me His, and He is mine. 1 56 Hymns from the Land of Luther. I reft with Thee ! no other place of reft Can now attraft, no other portion pleafe : The foul, of heavenly treafure once poffeft, All earthly glory with indifference fees. Poor world, farewell! thy fplendours tempt no more, The power of grace I feel, and thine is o'er. I reft with Thee ! with Thee, whofe wondrous love Defcends to feek the loft, the fallen raife. O that my whole of future life might prove One hallelujah, one glad fong of praife! So fhall I fing, as time's laft moments flee, Now and for ever, Lord! I reft with Thee! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 157 LOOKING TO JESUS. 1 OJliiks Lamm.' ' He is brought as a lamb to the Daughter, and as a fheep before her fhearers is dumb, fo He openeth not His mouth.' — Isa. liii. 7. ^g^^' SILENT LAMB! for me Thou haft en- f|?N Jefiis, Thou holy, perfect, finlefs One ! K&l^ Thy grief and bitter anguifh have fecured ~ My foul's falvation, when this race is run. Then, let me, to Thine image true, Thus meekly fuffer, with the crown in view. I 98 Hymns from the Land of Luther. The narrow way that leads us up to heaven, Muft here through ftrife and tribulation lie •, Then, on the thorny path may ftrength be given, This finful flefh, O Lord, to crucify. Oh, take this feeblenefs away, And make me ftrong to meet each future day. Here, daily crofTes come to try our weaknefs, Here every member muft a burden bear ; But, O my Saviour, if I take with meeknefs The crofs appointed by Thy love and care, Too great, too long, it will not be, For it is weigh'd and meafured out by Thee. If thus we journey patiently through fadnefs, Each grief will make us dearer to our Lord •, But if we flee the crofs in fearch of gladnefs, We cannot fhun His dread, avenging fword. Oh, blefled they ! who hear the call, Who take the crofs, and follow, leaving all! Hymns from the Land of Luther, *59 So help me, Lord, Thy holy will to fuffer, And ftill a learner at Thy feet to be ; Give faith and patience when the way is rougher, And at the end a joyful viftory. Thus grief itfelf is changed to fong, Ofttimes on earth, but evermore ere long. 160 Hymns from the Land of Luther. PRAISE. 'Lobe den HerrenV ' Let every thing that hath breath praife the Lord. Praife ye the Lord.' — Psalm cl. 6. ^^^^^ RAISE to Jehovah! the Almighty King of l^l^jjpP Creation ! *** Swell Heaven's chorus, chime in every heart, every nation ! Oh, my foul, wake ! Harp, lute, and pfaltery take, Sound forth in glad adoration. Praife to Jehovah ! whole love o'er thy courfe is attending, Redeeming thy life, and thee from all evil defending. Through all the paft, O my foul, over thee call:, His fheltering wings were bending ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 161 Praife to Jehovah ! whofe fence has been planted around thee, Who, from His heavens, with bleffing and mercy has crowned thee. Think, happy one ! What He can do, and has done, Since in His pity He found thee. Praife to Jehovah ! all that has breath praife Him, fing praifes; Blefs God, O my foul, and all that is in me, fing praifes. In Him rejoice, Until for ever thy voice, The hymn of eternity raifes ! 21 162 Hymns from the Land of Luther. HYMN SUNG AT A FUNERAL. i Wohlaufl ivohlan! %um letzten Gang, Kurz [ft der Weg, die Rtihe ift langS 1 Here we have no continuing city, but we feek one to come.'- Heb. xiii. 14. OME forth! come on, with folemn fong! ^ The road is fhort, the reft is long ! The Lord brought here, He calls away, Make no delay, This home was for a paffing day. Here in an inn a ftranger dwelt, Here joy and grief by turns he felt : Poor dwelling, now we clofe thy door! The tafk is o'er, The fojourner returns no more ! Now of a lafting home pofTeft, He goes to feek a deeper reft. Good night ! the day was fultry here, In toil and fear, Good night ! the night is cool and clear. Chime on, ye bells ! again begin, And ring the Sabbath morning in ; The labourer's week-day work is done, The reft begun, Which Chrift hath for His people won ! Now open to us, gates of peace! Here let the pilgrim's journey ceafe. Ye quiet flumberers, make room, In your ftill home, For the new ftranger who has come ! 164 Hymns from the Land of Luther. How many graves around us lie ! How many homes are in the fky ! Yes, for each faint doth Chrift prepare A place with care-, Thy home is waiting, brother, there! Jefus, Thou reigneft, Lord alone, Thou wilt return and claim Thine own. Come quickly, Lord! return again! Amen! Amen! Thine feal us ever, now and then ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 65 RESURRECTION. i Auferjlehn y ja y auferjiehn. 1 This corruptible muft put on incorruption, and this mortal muft put on immortality .' — i Co R. xv. 53. HOU fhalt rife ! my duft, thou shalt anfe ! Not always clofed thine eyes ; Thy life's firft Giver Will give thee life for ever, Ah, praife His name! Sown in darknefs, but to bloom again, When, after winter's reign, Jefus is reaping The feed now quietly deeping, Ah, praife His name ! 1 66 Hymns from the Land of Luther Day of praife ! for thee, thou wondrous day, In my quiet grave I flay ; And when I number My days and nights of {lumber, Thou wakeft me ! Then, as they who dream, we fliall arife With Jefus to the fldes, And find, that morrow, The weary pilgrim's forrow All pail and gone ! Then, within the Holieft I tread, By my Redeemer led, Through Heaven foaring, His holy name adoring, Eternally ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 67 HERE AND THERE. 'Was kein Auge hat gefehen? 1 Eye hath not feen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.' — i Cor. ii. 9. ^HAT no human eye hath feen, What no mortal ear hath heard, What on thought hath never been In its nobleft flights conferred, This hath God prepared in ftore For His people evermore ! When the ftiaded pilgrim land Fades before my clofing eye, Then reveal'd on either hand, Heaven's own fcenery ftiall lie : Then the veil of flefli ftiall fall, Now concealing, darkening all. 1 68 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Heavenly landfcapes, calmly bright, Life's pure river murmuring low, Forms of lovelinefs and light, Loft to earth long time ago, — Yes, mine own, lamented long, Shine amid the angel throng ! Many a joyful fight was given, Many a lovely vifion here, Hill, and vale, and ftarry even, Friendfhip's fmile, AfFefrion's teat •, Thefe were fhadows, fent in love, Of realities above ! When upon my wearied ear Earth's laft echoes faintly die, Then mail angel harps draw near, All the chorus of the fky ; Long-hufhed voices blend again, Sweetly, in that welcome-ftrain. Hymns from the Land of Lather. 169 Here were fweet and varied tones, Bird, and breeze, and fountain's fall, Yet Creation's travail-groans Ever fadly figh'd through all. There no difcord jars the air, Harmony is perfect there ! When this aching heart fhall reft, All its bufy pulfes o'er, From her mortal robes undreft Shall my fpirit upward foar. Then fhall unimagined joy, All my thoughts and powers employ. Here devotion's healing balm Often came to foothe my breaft, Hours of deep and holy calm, Earnefts of eternal reft. But the blifs was here unknown, Which fhall there be all my own ! 22 I 7 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Jefus reigns, the Life, the Sun, Of that wondrous world above ; All the clouds and ftorms are gone, All is light, and all is love. All the fhadows melt away In the blaze of perfect day ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 7 1 JOY IN BELIEVING. 1 Ich glaube, Hallelujah! ' s If any man be in Chrift, he is a new creature.'. — i Cor. v. 17. jALLELUJAH! I believe! §B Now the giddy world ftands faft, Now my foul has found an anchor, Till the night of florin is paft. All the gloomy mills are rifing, And a clue is in my hand, Through earth's labyrinth to guide me To a bright and heavenly land. Hallelujah ! I believe ! Sorrow's bitter nefs is o'er, And affliction's heavy burden Weighs my fpirit down no more. 172 Hymns from the Land of Luther. On .the crofs the myftic writing Now revealed before me lies, And I read the words of comfort, 1 As a father, I chaftife.' Hallelujah! I believe! Now no longer on my foul All the debt of fin is lying, — One great Friend has paid the whole ! Ice-bound fields of legal labour, I have left, with all their toil \ While the fruits of love are growing, From a new and genial foil. Hallelujah! I believe! Now life's myftery is gone, Gladly through its fleeting fhadows, To the end I journey on. Through the tempeft, or the funfhine, Over flowers or ruins led, Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 73 Still the path is homeward hafting, Where all forrow (hall have fled. Hallelujah! I believe! Now, O Love, I know thy power, Thine no falfe or fragile fetters, Not the rofe-wreaths of an hour I Chriftian bonds of holy union, Death itfelf does not deftroy ; Yes, to live, and love for ever, Is our heritage of joy! 174 Hymns from the Land of Luther. LOWLY. ' Hinab geht Chrijli fVeg ' 1 Blefled are the poor in fpirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.' — Matt. v. 3. %lSlll3 HRIST ' S P ath was fad and lowl y> ^^8^% ^ ut y et t ^ ou ' #m ^y p" de > ^ Wouldft climb the higheft fummit, And on the height abide ! Wouldft thou to heaven arife? Thy Lord the way will fhow thee; For who would climb thefe Ikies, Muft firft with Him be lowly. Lowly, my foul, be lowly, — Follow the paths of old : The feather rifeth lightly, But never fo the gold ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 75 The ftream, defcending faft, Has gathered, quietly, flowly, — A river rolls at laft, — Therefore, my foul, be lowly. Lowly, my eyes, be lowly : God, from His throne above, Looks down upon the humble In kindnefs and in love. Still, as I rife, I fhall Have greater depths below me, And haughty looks milft fall, — Therefore, mine eyes, be lowly. Lowly, my hands, be lowly : ChriiVs poor around us dwell, Stoop down, and kindly cherifh The flock He loves fo well. Not toiling to fecure This world's fame and glory, — Thy Saviour blefTed the poor, Therefore, my hands, be lowly. Lowly, my heart, be lowly : So God fhall dwell with thee ; It is the meek and patient Who fhall exalted be. Deep in the valley reft The Spirit's gifts moft holy, And they who feek are bleft, — Therefore, my heart, be lowly. Lowly, I would be lowly ! This frame, to earth allied, Muft firft to duft be humbled Ere it be glorified ! My God, prepare me here For all that lies before me •, I would in heaven appear, And fo I would be lowly. Hymns from the Land of Luther. IJJ THE CHRISTIAN CROSS. 4 Der Chrijlen Schmuck und Ordenfband* 'Then faid Jefus unto His difciples, If any man will come after Me, let him deny himfelf, and take up his crofs, and follow Me/ — Matt. xvi. 24. HE Chriftian's badge of honour here, Has ever been the crofs ; And when its hidden joys appear, He counts it gain, not lofs. He bears it meekly, as is beft, While ftruggling here with fin ; He wears it not upon his breaft, Ah! no, it is within. •23 178 Hymns from the Land of Luther. And if it bring him pain or fhame, He takes it joyfully, For well he knows from whom it came, And what its end fhall be. Only a little while 'tis borne, And as a pledge is given, Of robes of triumph, to be worn For evermore in heaven. Hymns from the Land of Luther. 179 SONG OF THE SOJOURNER. 6 Ich bin ein Gaft auf Erden." ' I am a ftranger with Thee, and a fojourner, as all my fathers were/ — Psalm xxxix. 12. PILGRIM and a ftranger, I journey here below; Far diftant is my country, The home to which I go. Here I muft toil and travel, Oft weary and oppreft, But there my God fhall lead me To everlafting reft. I've met with ftorms and danger, Even from my early years, With enemies and confli&s, With fightings and with fears. 180 Hymns from the Land of Luther. There's nothing here that tempts me To wifh a longer flay, So I mull haften forwards, No halting or delay. It is a well-worn pathway, — Many have gone before : The holy faints and prophets, The patriarchs of yore. They trode the toilfome journey In patience and in faith ; And them I fain would follow, Like them in life and death ! Who would fhare Abraham's bleffing, Muft Abraham's path purfue, A ftranger and a pilgrim, Like him, muft journey through. The foes muft be encountered, The dangers muft be pafled ; Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 8 1 Only a faithful foldier Receives the crown at laft. So I mull haften forwards, — Thank God, the end will come ! This land of my fojourning Is not my deflined home. That evermore abideth, Jerufalem above, The everlafting city, The land of light and love. There ftill my thoughts are dwelling, 'Tis there I long to be ! Come, Lord, and call Thy fervant To bleflednefs with Thee! Come, bid my toils be ended, Let all my wanderings ceafe •, Call from the wayfide lodging, To the fweet home of peace ! 182 Hymns from the Land of Luther. There I fhall dwell for ever, No more a ftranger gueft, With all Thy blood-bought children, In everlafting reft. The pilgrim toils forgotten, The pilgrim conflicts o'er, All earthly griefs behind us, Eternal joys before ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. 1 83 THE CHRISTIAN HOUSEHOLD. i O felig Haus y wo man dich aufgenommen, 1 And they conftrained Him, faying, Abide with us.' — Luke xxiv. 29. ^H, happy houfe! where Thou art loved the beft, Dear Friend and Saviour of our race, Where never comes such welcom'd honour'd Gueft, Where none can ever fill Thy place; Where every heart goes forth to meet Thee, Where every ear attends Thy word, Where every lip with bleffing greets Thee, Where all are waiting on their Lord. 184 Hymns from the Land of Luther. Oh, happy houfe! where two are one in heart, In holy faith and hope are one, Whom death can only for a little part, Not end the union here begun ; Who fhare together one falvation, Who would be with Thee, Lord, always, In gladnefs, or in tribulation, In happy or in evil days. Oh, happy houfe! whofe little ones are given Early to Thee, in faith and prayer, — To Thee, their Friend, who from the heights of heaven Guards them with more than mother's care. Oh, happy houfe ! where little voices Their glad hofannahs love to raife, And childhood's lifping tongue rejoices To bring new fongs of love and praife. Oh, happy houfe ! and happy fervitude ! Where all alike one Mafter own ; Where daily duty, in Thy ftrength purfued, Is never hard nor toilfome known ; Where each one ferves Thee, meek and lowly, Whatever Thine appointment be, Till common tafks feem great and holy, When they are done as unto Thee. Oh, happy houfe ! where Thou art not forgot When joy is flowing full and free ; Oh, happy houfe! where every wound is brought, Phyfician, Comforter, to Thee. Until at laft, earth's day's-work ended, All meet Thee in that home above, From whence Thou cameft, where Thou haft afcended, Thy heaven of glory and of love ! 24 1 86 Hymns jr cm the Land of Luther. THE TWO JOURNEYS. i Wohin J