108 (Index of Tunes, XL.)
108.
Tune.--"Ah wounded Head!"
Hier lieg' ich, Herr, im Staube
Drewes, 1797
My God, behold me lying Before Thee in the dust; Where are my hopes undying? Where is my joyous trust? Bright hours I spend gladhearted Ere of Thy light bereft; Ah, all hath now departed, My pain alone is left. | I see the threatening danger, And shrink in sore alarm, As were I yet a stranger To Thy protecting arm As though the woes that grieve me To Thee were all unknown; Nor Thou wouldst then relieve me When other aid is gone. | O Father, look upon me, So tried within, without; With pitying grace look on me, Forgive my faithless doubt; My heart for grief doth languish, Thou seest it, my God! O soothe my conscience' anguish, Lift off my sorrows' load. | I know Thy thoughts are ever Of peace and love towards me, Thy purpose changes never, Could I but build on Thee: That Thou fulfillest surely Thy promises, dear Lord, Here I tall stand securely, My life is in Thy Word. | Then let thy faith be stronger, My soul, shake off thy fears; Thou soon shalt weep no longer Though bitter now thy tears; Thy Saviour's love hath found thee, He comes, He comes at last; His light is breaking round thee, The clouds and storms are past! | |