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8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7.
J. Wolff, 1569
7 When my last hour is close at hand, Lord Je-sus Christ, at - tend me;
Be - side my bed, my Sav-ior, stand, To com-fort, help, de - fend me:
2 Countless as sands upon the shore,
My sins are thronging round me; But though they grieve and wound
me sore, They cannot yet confound me; My sins are numberless, I know, But o'er them all Thy blood doth flow,
Thy wounds and death uphold me. 3 Lord, Thou hast joined my soul to
I shall be Thine for ever:
A life that never endeth.
4 Since Thou hast risen from the grave,
The grave cannot detain me; “Christ died,”—“Christ rose again”
to save, These words shall still sustain me; For where Thou art, there I shall be, That I may ever live with Thee:
This is my joy in dying. 5 To Thee, Lord Jesus Christ, I will
With arms outstretched betake me; I sleep in Thee-so sound-so still,
No mortal man can wake me! For Jesus Christ, Gods Son, I wait To open me the heavenly gate, Which leads to life eternal.
N. Hermann, 1562
2 For Christ, my Lord and brother,
I leave this world so dim,
Where I shall be with Him.
Though long and dark the road;
And I have peace with God.
My breath comes heavily,
O hear my sighs to Thee!
Are flickering, like a light,
Ere 'tis extinguished quite;
To slumber soft and still,
Safe anchored on Thy will;
Through all death's agony,
And wake in heaven with Thee.
Wilt grant this unto me:
Anon., German, 1609
2 Far off I see my fatherland,
Where through Thy grace I hope to stand,
A weary way before me lies.
My wasted flesh has little strength,
Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee!
To meet the last and darkest hour;
My couch the grave where Thou hast been.
I take my homeward way in trust,
When here I may no more abide.
And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom,
And set me then upon Thy right.
That like the sun it there may shine,
Yea, like Thyself in glorious light.
When singing with the angels' choir,
M. Behm, 1610
2 0 Jesus Christ, Thou Lamb of God,
Once slain to take away our load;
Bid me the joy of angels share.
Sweet Comforter, be Thou my friend;
N. Selnecker, 1572