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Lyrics:
Valet will ich dir geben
Du arge, falsche Welt;
Dein sündlich böses Leben
Durchaus mir nicht gefällt.
Im Himmel ist gut wohnen,
Hinauf zieht mein Begier;
Da wird Gott herrlich lohnen
Dem, der ihm dient allhier.
Rat mir nach deinem Herzen,
O Jesu, Gottes Sohn!
Soll ich ja dulden Schmerzen,
Hilf mir, Herr Christ, davon.
Verkürz mir alles Leiden
Stärk meinen blöden Mut;
Laß selig mich abscheiden
Setz mich in dein Erbgut.
In meines Herzen Grunde
Dein Nam und Kreuz allein
Funkelt all Zeit und Stunde,
Drauf kann ich fröhlich sein.
Erschein mir in dem Bilde
Zum Trost in meiner Not,
Wie du, Herr Christ, so milde
Dich hast geblut't zu Tod.
Verbirg mein Seel aus Gnaden
In deiner offnen Seit,
Rück sie aus allem Schaden
Zu deiner Herrlichkeit;
Der ist wohl hier gewesen,
Und kommt ins Himmels Schloß;
Der ist ewig genesen,
Wer bleibt in deinem Schoß.
Schreib meinen Nam aufs Beste
Ins Buch des Lebens ein
Und bind mein Seel fein feste
Ins schöne Bündelein
Der'r, die im Himmel grünen
Und vor dir leben frei,
So will ich ewig rühmen,
Daß dein Herz treue sei.
Lyrics:
Farewell I gladly bid Thee,
False, evil world, farewell.
Thy life is vain and sinful,
With Thee I would not dwell.
I long to be in heaven,
In that untroubled sphere
Where they will be rewarded
Who served their God while here.
By Thy good counsel lead me,
O Son of God, my Stay;
In each perplexing trial
Help me, O Lord, I pray.
Mine hour of sorrow shorten,
Support my fainting heart,
From every cross deliver,
The crown of life impart.
When darkness round me gathers,
Thy name and cross, still bright,
Deep in my heart are sparkling
Like stars in blackest night.
O heart, this image cherish:
The Christ on Calvary,
How patiently He suffered
And shed His blood for me!
Lord, hide my soul securely
Deep in Thy wounded side;
From every danger shield me
And to Thy glory guide.
He has been truly blessed
Who reaches heaven above;
He has found perfect healing
Who rests upon Thy love.
Lord, write my name, I pray Thee,
Now in the Book of Life
And with all true believers
Take me where joys are rife.
There let me bloom and flourish,
Thy perfect freedom prove,
And tell, as I adore Thee,
How faithful was Thy love.
Alternate:
chorus:
All glory, laud and honor,
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's Name comest,
The King and Blessed One.
The company of angels
Are praising Thee on High,
And mortal men and all things
Created make reply.
The people of the Hebrews
With palms before Thee went;
Our prayer and praise and anthems
Before Thee we present.
To Thee, before Thy passion,
They sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
The name St. Theodulph was in honor of Theodulph of Orleans (760-821) who wrote the latin words Gloria, laus, et honor circa 810.
