5. “So be it,” then I say With all my heart each day. We, too, dear Lord, adore Thee, We sing for joy before Thee. Guide us while here we wander Till safely landed yonder. S. Weingaertner, 1607; C. Winkworth, tr., a. 509 7, 6, 7, 6, 6, 7, 7, 6 From God shall naught divide me, For He is true for aye And on my path will guide me, Who else should often stray; His ever-bounteous hand By night and day is heedful And gives me what is needful, Where’er I go or stand. 2. When man’s help and affection Shall unavailing prove, God grants me His protection And proves His power and love; He helps me in my need, Delivers me from evil, From sin and death and devil; He is my Friend indeed. 3. If sorrow comes, He sent it, In Him I put my trust; I never shall repent it, For He is true and just And endeth every ill; My life and soul I render To God, my strong Defender; Let Him do as He will. 4. Whate’er shall be His pleasure Is surely best for me; He sent His dearest Treasure That our weak hearts may see His good and gracious will. In His own Son He gave us Whate’er can bless and save us; Praise Him who loves us still! 5. O praise Him, for He never Forgets our daily need; O blest the hour whenever Our thoughts to Him can speed; Yea, all the time we spend Without Him is but wasted, Till we His joy have tasted, The joy that hath no end. 6. The world away is passing With all its pomp and pride; All we have been amassing No longer may abide. But in our earthly bed, When safely we are sleeping, God hath us in His keeping, To wake us from the dead. 7. Our soul shall never perish, But in yon paradise The joys of heaven shall cherish. Our body shall arise Pure, holy, new-born, free From every sin and evil; The tempting of the devil We then no more shall see. 8. Then, though on earth I suffer Much trial, well I know I merit ways still rougher, And ’tis to heaven I go. For Christ I know and love, To Him I now am hasting, And gladness everlasting With Him my heart shall prove. 9. Such is His will that made us. The Father seeks our good; The Son of sin doth rid us, And saves us by His blood; His Spirit rules our ways, Through faith in us abiding, To heaven our footsteps guiding. To Him be thanks and praise! L. Helmbold, 1563. 510 8, 7, 8, 7