9. I’m bound, my Savior, ever By ties most sacred never Thy service to forsake; With soul and body ever, With all my powers t’ endeavor, In praise and service joy to take. 10. Not much can I be giving In this poor life I’m living, But one thing do I say: Thy death and sorrows ever, Till soul from body sever, My heart remember shall for aye. 11. Before mine eyes I’ll place them And joyfully embrace them, Wherever I may be; They’ll be a glass revealing Pure innocence and sealing Love and unfeigned sincerity. 12. Of sin, how great the danger; How it excites God’s anger; How doth His vengeance burn; How sternly He chastiseth; How His wrath’s flood ariseth:— Shall I from all Thy suff’rings learn. 13. From them shall I be learning How I may be adorning My heart with quietness, And how I still should love them Whose malice aye doth move them To grieve me by their wickedness. 14. When tongues of bad men grieve me, Of peace and name deprive me, My restive heart I’ll still, Their evil deeds enduring, Of pardon free assuring My neighbor for his every ill. 15. Upon the cross I’ll nail me With Thee; when sins assail me Thou shalt my Refuge be. Forsaking sins that grieve Thee, Lord, let me never leave Thee, And let me find my strength in Thee. 16. Thy groaning and Thy sighing, Thy thousand tears and crying, That once were heard from Thee, They’ll lead me to Thy glory, Where I shall joy before Thee And evermore at rest shall be! Paul Gerhardt, 1653; J. Kelly, tr., a. 206 L. M. Thy soul, O Jesus, hallow me, Thy Spirit steep me all in Thee, Thy body, pierced by ruthless steel, My wretched soul and body heal. 2. The water from Thy side that poured For me a cleansing bath afford, And all Thy blood, with life divine, Revive this weakened heart of mine. 3. The sweat of death upon Thy face Deliver me from death’s embrace, And all Thy Passion, cross, and pain, With strength my feebleness sustain. 4. O Christ, turn not away from me, Receive and hide me all in Thee, Within Thy holy wounds inclose, And keep me safe from all my foes. 5. In death’s dark hour with me abide And place me, Savior, at Thy side, Where with Thy saints I shall adore And praise Thee, Lord, forevermore. J. Scheffler, † 1677; M. Loy, tr., a. 207 8, 8, 7, 8, 7 Sev’n times our blessed Savior spoke When on the cross our sins He took And died lest man should perish. Let us His last and dying words In our remembrance cherish.