4 Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heaven but Thee?
Savior, Savior, hear my humble cry, etc.
UR Father, Thou in heav'n above,
Who biddest us to dwell in love,
As brethren of one family,
And cry for all we need to Thee;
Teach us to mean the words we say,
And from the inmost heart to pray.
2 All hallowed be Thy name, O Lord!
O let us firmly keep Thy word,
And lead, according to Thy name,
A holy life, untouched by blame;
Let no false teachings do us hurt—
All poor deluded souls convert.
3 Thy kingdom come! Thine let it be
In time and through eternity!
O let Thy Holy Spirit dwell
With us, to rule and guide us well;
From Satan's mighty power and rage,
Preserve Thy church from age to age.
4 Thy will be done on earth, O Lord,
As where in heaven Thou art adored!
Patience in time of grief bestow,
Obedience true in weal and woe;
Our sinful flesh and blood control
That thwart Thy will within the soul.
5 Give us this day our daily bread,
Let us be duly clothed and fed;
And keep Thou from our homes afar
Famine and pestilence and war,
That we may live in godly peace,
Unvexed by cares and avarice.
6 Forgive our sins, that they no more
May grieve and haunt us as before,
As we forgive their trespasses
Who unto us have done amiss;
Thus let us dwell in charity,
And serve each other willingly.
7 Into temptation lead us not,
And when the foe doth war and plot
Against our souls on every hand,
Then armed with faith, O may we stand
Against him as a valiant host
Through comfort of the Holy Ghost.
8 Deliverance from all evil give,
For yet in evil days we live;
Redeem us from eternal death,
And when we yield our dying breath,
Console us, grant us calm release,
And take our souls to Thee in peace.
9 Amen! that is, So let it be!
Strenghten our faith and trust in Thee,
That we may doubt not, but believe,
That what we ask we shall receive:
Thus in Thy name and at Thy word
We say Amen; now hear us, Lord!
M. Luther. C. Winkworth, Tr.
GOD, Thou faithful God,
Thou Fountain ever flowing,
Without whom nothing is,
All perfect gifts bestowing;
A pure and healthy frame
O give me, and within
A conscience free from blame,
A soul unhurt by sin.
2 And grant me, Lord, to do, With ready heart and willing, Whate'er Thou shalt command, My calling here fulfilling; And do it when I ought,
With all my strength, and bless The work I thus have wrought, For Thou must give success.
3 And let me promise naught
But I can keep it truly,
Abstain from idle words,
And guard my lips still duly;
And grant, when in my place
I must and ought to speak,
Thy words due power and grace;
Nor let me wound the weak.
4 If dangers gather round,
Still keep me calm and fearless: Help me to bear the cross
When life is dark and cheerless;
To overcome my foe
With words and actions kind; When counsel I would know, Good counsel let me find.
5 And let me be with all
In peace and friendship living, As far as Christians may; And if Thou aught art giving Of wealth and honors fair, O this refuse me not, That naught be mingled there Of goods unjustly got.
6 And if a longer life
Be here on earth decreed me,
And Thou through many a strife
To age at last wilt lead me,
Thy patience in me shed,
Avert all sin and shame,
And crown my hoary head
With pure, untarnished fame.
7 Let nothing that may chance,
Me from my Savior sever:
And dying with Him, take
My soul to Thee forever;
And let my body have
A little space to sleep
Beside my father's grave,
And friends that o'er it weep.
8 And when the end is come,
And all the dead are waking,
O reach me down Thy hand,
Thyself my slumbers breaking;
Then let me hear Thy voice,
And change this earthly frame,
And bid me aye rejoice
With those who love Thy name.
JESUS Christ our Savior,
Once for us a child,
In Thy whole behavior
Meek, obedient, mild;
In Thy foot-steps treading
We Thy lambs will be,
For no danger dreading
While we follow Thee.
2 For all Thou bestowest,
All Thou dost withhold; Whatsoe'er Thou knowest Best for us, Thy fold; For all gifts and graces While we live below, Till in heavenly places
We Thy face shall know:
3 We Thy children, raising
Unto Thee our hearts,
In Thy constant praising
Bear our duteous parts.
J. Heermann. C. Winkworth, Tr.
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