13. No angel and no gladness, No throne, no pomp, no show, No love, no hate, no sadness, No pain, no depth of woe, No scheme of man’s contrivance, However small or great, Shall draw me from Thy guidance Nor from Thee separate. 14. My heart for joy is springing And can no more be sad, ’Tis full of mirth and singing, Sees naught but sunshine glad. The Sun that cheers my spirit Is Jesus Christ, my King; That which I shall inherit Hereafter, makes me sing. Rom. 8, 31-39. Paul Gerhardt, 1664; R. Massie, tr., a. DEATH AND BURIAL. 527 L. M. Lord Jesus Christ, true man and God, Who borest anguish, scorn, the rod, And diedst at last upon the tree To gain Thy Father’s grace for me: 2. I pray Thee, through that bitter woe, Let me, a sinner, mercy know When comes the hour of failing breath And I must wrestle, Lord, with death; 3. When from my sight all fades away, And when my tongue no more can say, And when mine ears no more can hear, And when my heart is racked with fear; 4. When all my mind is darkened o’er, And human help can do no more;— Then come, Lord Jesus, come with speed, And help me in the hour of need. 5. Lead me from this dark vale beneath And shorten then the pangs of death; All evil spirits drive away, But let Thy Spirit with me stay, 6. Until my soul the body leave; Then in Thy hands my soul receive And let the earth the body keep Till the Last Day shall break its sleep. 7. Joyful my resurrection be, Thou in the Judgment plead for me And hide my sins, Lord, from Thy face And give me life, of Thy dear grace! 8. Implicitly I trust Thee, Lord, For Thou hast promised in Thy Word: “In truth I tell you, who receives My Word, and keeps it, and believes, 9. “Shall never fall God’s wrath beneath, Shall never taste eternal death; Though here he must return to dust, He still is noways therefore lost; 10. “For I will with a mighty hand Deliver him from death’s strong band And lift him hence that he shall be Forever in My realm with Me, 11. “Forever living there in bliss.” Oh, let us not that glory miss! Dear Lord, forgive us all our guilt, Help us to wait until Thou wilt 12. That we depart; and let our faith Be brave and conquer e’en in death, Firm resting in Thy sacred Word Until we sleep in Thee, our Lord. Paul Eber, 1565; C. Winkworth, tr., 1855. 528 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7