II.
In Outward and Inward Distress
From the Dark Times of the Thirty Years' War.
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O Christe Morgensterne
Anon.
O Christ, Thou bright and Morning Star, Now shed Thy light abroad; Shine on us from Thy throne afar In this dark place, dear Lord, With Thy pure glorious word. | O Jesus, Comfort of the poor, I lift my heart to Thee, I know Thy mercies still endure And Thou wilt pity me; I trust alone to Thee. | 180 I cannot rest, I may not sleep, No joy or peace I know, My soul is torn with anguish deep And fears a deeper woe; O Christ, Thy pity show! | For Thou didst suffer for my soul, Her burdens to remove; Oh make me through Thy sorrows whole, Refresh me with Thy love; Lord, help me from above. | Then Jesus, glory, honour, praise, I'll ever sing to Thee; Increase my faith that Thou wilt raise Me once where I shall see Eternal joys with Thee! | |