Hirte deiner Schafe.
39Benjamin Schmolcke, 1715.
Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918.
Shepherd never sleeping, In Thy gracious keeping I have been today. Thou art my Defender, So in mercy tender Come and with me stay; All this night Keep me in sight, Send Thine angels to attend me And protection lend me. | While I lie and slumber, Let Thine hosts outnumber All my raging foes. 38 Be of grace the Giver, And Thy child deliver From guilt’s painful throes. For Thy Son My soul hath won; By His wounds, so sorely stricken, He my heart doth quicken. | Shield Thou from all danger Ev’ry lonely stranger And my dear ones, too. Tenderly embrace us And with mercy grace us, Be our Father true. Thou with me And I with Thee, Thus shall I, mine eyelids closing, Be in peace reposing. | Close the door behind us, Let no evil find us, Keep all ills away. Be our shield and cover, Let Thine angels hover O’er us now, we pray. By sweet rest Let us be blest, Ev’ry fear of Satan’s raging In our hearts assuaging. | What if death should take me And no light awake me From my sleep and rest? If Thou hast intended That my life be ended, Let Thy name be blest; As for me, I yield to Thee. In the wounds of Jesus lying, I am daily dying. | By no cares encumbered, Though my hours be numbered, I now fall asleep. All to Thee commending Who Thine hosts are sending Watch o’er me to keep. Through the night Be my delight, And if I should see the morrow, Thou wilt cure all sorrow. | |