Ist Gott füf mich, so trete.
1656. P. Gerhardt
1725. J. C. Jacobi, a.
Moravian Hymn Book, #376
Is God my strong salvation, No enemy I fear, He hears my supplication, Dispelling all my care: If he, my Head and Master, Defend me from above, What pain, or what disaster, Can part me from his love? | I fully am persuaded And joyfully declare, I'm never left unaided, My Father hears my prayer; His comforts never fail me, He stands at my right hand; When tempests fierce assail me, They're calm at his command. | The ground of my profession Is Jesus and his blood; He giveth me possession Of everlasting good. To me his Spirit speaketh Full many a precious word-- Of rest to him who seeketh A refuge in the Lord. | Should earth lose its foundation, He stands my lasting rock; No temporal desolation Shall give my love a shock; I'll cleave to Christ my Saviour, No object, small or great, Nor height, no depth, shall ever Me from him separate. | My merry heart is springing, It can no more be sad; With laughter and with singing, In God's own sunshine glad; For Christ is now preparing His city new and bright, Where saints his throne are sharing And faith is turned to sight. | |