158 (Index of Tunes, XXXIII.)
158.
Tune.--"Let the earth now praise the Lord."
Keine Schönheit hat die Welt
Scheffler, 1657
Nothing fair on earth I see But I straightway think on Thee; Thou art fairest in mine eyes, Source in whom all beauty lies! | On Thy light I think at morn, With the earliest break of dawn; Think what glories lie in Thee, Light of all Eternity! | When I watch the moon arise 'Mid heaven's thousand golden eyes, Then I think, more glorious far Is the Maker of yon star. | Or I cry in spring's sweet hours, When the fields are gay with flowers, As their varied hues I see,-- What must their Creator be! | When I wander by the stream, Or beside the fountain dream, Straight my thoughts take wing and mount Up to Thee, the purest Fount. | Sweetly all the air is stirr'd When the Echo's call is heard; But no sounds my heart rejoice Like to my Beloved's voice. | Take away then what could blind Unto Thee my soul and mind; Henceforth ever let my heart See Thee, Saviour, as Thou art! | |