107 (II.--"Ach Gott und Herr.")
107.
Original Tune.
Ach Gott und Herr
Rutilius, 1604
Alas! my God! my sins are great, My conscience doth upbraid me; And now I find that at my strait No man hath pow'r to aid me. | And fled I hence, In my despair, In some lone spot to hide me, My griefs would still be with me there, Thy hand still hold and guide me. | Nay, Thee I seek;--I merit nought, Yet pity and restore me; Be not Thy wrath, just God, my lot, Thy Son hath suffer'd for me. | If pain and woe must follow sin, Then be my path still rougher, Here spare me not; if heaven I win, On earth I gladly suffer. | But curb my heart, forgive my guilt, Make Thou my patience firmer, For they must miss the good Thou wilt, Who at Thy teachings murmur. | Then deal with me as seems Thee hest, Thy grace will help me bear it, If but at last I see Thy rest, And with my Saviour share it. | |