249 III.
8,8,8,8,8,8
Kommt an der Tod, da ich muss ringen
Anon.
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855
When the last agony draws nigh, My spirit sinks in bitter fear: Courage! I conquer though I die, For Christ with Death once wrestled here. Thy strife, O Christ, with Death's dark power Upholds me in this fearful hour. | In faith I hide myself in Thee, I shall not perish in the strife; I share Thy war, Thy victory, And Death is swallowed up in Life. Thy strife, O Christ, with Death of yore Hath conquered, and I fear no more. | |