AT THE APPROACH OF DEATH.
Der Tod klopft an bei mir, dass
Johann Heermann
That Death is at my door, too well this anguish shows, Yet I will fear him not. I bear Thee in my heart, Thou, O Lord Jesu Christ, with me, nay, in me, art, And if I die, Thou wilt the gates of heaven unclose. | Why was Thy glorious form so marred, so sadly torn? Only that I with Thee may know the depths of joy Throughout etemity. Thou dying didst destroy The sting of Death, and make our foe an empty scorn. | Ah then forsake me not! Hast Thou not cleansed me From all the filth of sin wherewith I was defiled By th' arch-deceiver's arts? Then let me as a child Now fall asleep in peace, and wake in joy with Thee. | |