141 Sixth Sunday after Trinity.
Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Christ, were baptized into His death?
From the Epistle. [Rom. 6:3]
9,8,9,8
O der alles hätt verloren
Anon.
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855
| Well for him who all things losing, E'en himself doth count as nought, Still the one thing needful choosing That with all true bliss is fraught! | | Well for him who nothing knoweth But his God, whose boundless love Makes the heart wherein it gloweth, Calm and pure as saints above! | | Well for him who all forsaking Walketh not in shadows vain, But the path of peace is taking Through this vale of tears and pain! | | Oh that we our hearts might sever From earth's tempting vanities, Fixing them on Him for ever In whom all our fulness lies! | | 142 Oh that we might Him discover Whom with longing love we've sought, Joining us to Him for ever, For without Him all is nought! | | Oh that ne'er our eyes might wander From our God, so might we cease Ever o'er our sins to ponder, And our conscience be at peace! | | Thou abyss of love and goodness, Draw us by Thy cross to Thee, That our senses, soul, and spirit Ever one with Christ may be! | |