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Prayer for Saturday Morning.

O Thou Very and Eternal God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. To Thee
do I lift up my heart in dutiful gratitude. I will not hide Thy
righteousness within my heart. I will declare Thy salvation. I will not
conceal Thy loving kindness and Thy truth from the great congregation,
and all the good that Thou hast shown me will I not keep silent. For it
is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto
Thy name, O Most High: to shew forth Thy loving kindness in the morning,
and Thy faithfulness every night. Therefore my soul doth magnify Thee,
that Thou in Thy immeasurable grace hast kept me during the night now
past. Blessed be Thou, Lord God Sabaoth, who art merciful unto all, that
seek Thee and love Thy salvation. Blessed is Thy holy name in all the
earth, who art our refuge and our help! Blessed are all Thy works which
Thou doest for the children of men! I beseech Thee, protect me this day,
that the Evil One may not harm me, and the hands of the wicked touch me
not. Lord God, my Savior, early will I seek Thee, early do I cry unto
Thee. Grant, that I may fulfill the duties of my calling and all that is
committed unto me with diligence and trust to the glory of Thy name and
the betterment of my fellowman, so that I may not misuse the light of
this day, neither any of Thy creatures in the service of sin and vanity,
neither grieve Thee, nor transgress the covenant of my Baptism with
anything I do or leave undone. Vouchsafe unto me Thy grace, that I may
guard myself against the six things which Thou dost hate, yea, seven
which are an abomination unto Thee: a proud look, a lying tongue, and
hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that deviseth wicked
imaginations, feet that are swift in running to mischief, a false witness
that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren. From such
and the like vices preserve me, O God, that I may nevermore be led nor
consent to them, but teach me to do Thy will; for Thou art my God: Thy
Spirit is good. Lead me into the land of uprightness, that I may serve
Thee in a life that is without blame, and my deeds and all my conduct be
pleasing in Thy sight; for Christ’s sake. Amen.

Die gueldne Sonne.

The sun, ascending,
To us is lending
Bliss, joy, and gladness,
Cure for all sadness,
Filling the world with its rich, golden light.
I was reclining
When no light was shining;
But the sun’s beauty
Now calls me to duty,
As I behold it so fair and so bright.

Mine eye beholdeth
What God unfoldeth:
Heaven’s bright glory
Tells me the story
Of His unlimited power and love,
And how the sainted
In beauty untainted,
Free from things mortal,
Beyond death’s dark portal,
Dwell in the heavenly mansions above.

To God in heaven
Be praises given;
Come, let us offer
And gladly proffer
To the Creator the gifts that we prize.
He well receiveth
A heart that believeth,
Hymns that adore Him
Are precious before Him
And to His throne like sweet incense arise.

At the day’s ending
Sweet slumbers sending,
And in the morning
All things adorning,
These are His works and His blessings so true.
When night descendeth
Protection He lendeth
When morn appeareth
Our spirits He cheereth,
Causing His mercy to crown us anew.

Father above me,
Thou who dost love me,
Bless my beginning,
Keep me from sinning,
Move ev’ry hindrance well out of my way.
Strength ever lend me,
From Satan defend me,
Spare me temptation,
So that in my station
I may Thy holy commandments obey.

Let me with pleasure
See the full measure
Which upon others,
Who are my brothers,
Thou of Thy blessings dost richly bestow.
Bid envy vanish!
All greediness banish!
Make me Thy dwelling,
Sin’s darkness dispelling.
Grant that in virtue I daily may grow.

What is man’s being?
It is like seeing
Autumn’s bleak shadows
Sweep o’er the meadows
When the cold winds drive the clouds on their way.
All that we cherish
Must crumble and perish.
Plants must stop growing,
And stars must cease glowing;
Heaven and earth are not destined to stay.

All else decayeth,
God only stayeth,
He of creation
Is the foundation.
His will and word must forever abide.
His grace endureth
And for us secureth
Comfort in sorrow
And help for the morrow,
Keeping us cheerful, whate’er may betide.

God of creation,
Be my salvation!
Calm all my terrors,
Blot out my errors,
Grant that Thy pardon I fully may share;
Withal attend me,
Rule, guide, and defend me
In mercy tender,
Because I surrender
Soul, will, and all to Thy fatherly care.

Whilst Thou art giving
What for a living
Seems very needful,
Oh, make Thou me heedful
Of this great truth and commendable thought:
God, like a tower,
Transcends all in power;
Good beyond telling,
In beauty excelling,
He doth suffice me, all else counts for naught.

If grief and sadness
Temper my gladness
If for the morrow
Thou send me sorrow
Do as Thou wilt, for my trust is in Thee.
Thou surely knowest
That what Thou bestowest,
E’en though distressing,
Must bring me a blessing;
Thou wilt not deal too severely with me.

Ills that still grieve me
Soon are to leave me;
Though waves may tower
And winds gain power,
After the storm the fair sun shows its face.
Joys e’er increasing,
And peace never ceasing,
These I shall treasure
And share in full measure
When in His mansions God grants me a place.

Paul Gerhardt, 1666.
Tr. H. Brueckner, 1918.

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