Branches of that stock that sav’d them, Where both grace and health unite, In the Lamb’s pure blood they lav’d them, Wash’d their robes and made them white: Now adorn’d with holiness, Shine they in their festal-dress. These, th’ Almighty contemplating, Here as priests before Him stand, Soul and body always waiting, Day and night, at his command. Now in God’s most holy place Thus they stand before his face. As the hart at noon-tide panteth For the brooks of water clear, For the life-spring Jesus granteth These have groan’d with many a tear: Now their thirst is satisfied, For they are by Jesus’ side. Lo! the Lamb Himself now feeds them On Mount Sion’s pastures fair; From his central throne He leads them To the living fountains there: Lamb and Shepherd! Good Supreme! Free he gives the cooling stream. Heavenward now my hands extending, Jesus, Lord, to Thee I pray; Now in prayer my knees I’m bending, Since on earth I still must stay, In thy Church still wage my war— Drive, good Lord! my foes afar. In the strife the victory lend me Over hell, the world, and sin; With thy grace, O Lord, defend me, When temptation’s storms begin: All my dangers bear me through, Lord, my Rock, my Saviour true! Oh that, Lord, with Thee connected Like a living branch I grew! Make me one of thine elected, Let me here be born anew; Keep from stain my garments free, Guard me from hypocrisy. With the just, who thee resemble, Let, O Lord, my lot be cast; Far from all that makes me tremble, Let thy faithful child at last Make thy pledged reward his own, Ever dwelling near thy throne. With that holy throng uniting, Then what rapture shall be mine! In the Sun’s bright beams delighting, I too like the stars shall shine: Amen! glory be to Thee, Thanks and praise eternally! GOTTERGEBENHEIT. Zeuch mich dir nach, so laufen wir. Nach dir, o Gott, verlanget mich; Mein Gott, ich denke stets an dich: Zieh mich nach dir, nach dir mich wend, Aus Zion deine Hülf mir send. Ach, wer wird mich befreien doch Von diesem schweren Sündenjoch? O Herr, ich sehne mich nach dir; Befreie mich und hilf doch mir. Es ist mein Will nach dir gericht; Doch das Vollbringen mir gebricht: Und wenn ich hab was Guts gethan, So klebt doch was Unreines dran. Gedenke, dass ich bin dein Kind, Vergieb und tilge meine Sünd; Dass ich zu dir, mit freiem Lauf, Mich könne schwingen himmelauf. Den Sinn der Welt rott in mir aus, Sei du nur Herr in meinem Haus; Den Schild des Glaubens mir verleih, Und brich des Feindes Pfeil entzwei. Nach dir, mein Gott, lass stets forthin Gerichtet sein den ganzen Sinn: Ich eigne dich mir gänzlich zu, Und such in dir nur meine Ruh. Hinweg, hinweg, du schnöde Lust, Bleib mir auf Erden unbewusst; Was mein Herz fort vergnügen soll, Des ist allein der Himmel voll.