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182. TO MY REDEEMER

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​Author:  Johann Gottfried Menken (1768-1831)
​Composer:  Hans Georg Nägeli (1773-1836)​

​1. As I think of Thee, a gentle rapture
    Overwhelms the soul that Thou dost love;
    This is one of those bright precious moments
    Granted Thy beloved from above.
 
2. One long train of dark and troubled hours
    Shrouded me in youthful days gone by;
    Since I’ve felt Thy great, almighty powers,
    Light and strength flow on me from on high.
 
3. Ere I knew Thee and Thy sweet compassion,
    My unhappy heart sought peace in vain;
    For a thousand lusts of evil fashion
    Burnt within me, yielding naught but pain.
 
4. Full of youthful zeal, I was pursuing
    Nothing but deceit and vanity;
    Sham and shadow I was ever wooing,
    And the truth remained unknown to me.
 
5. Filled with false ambition, pride, and cunning,
    Wanting meekness, sense of right, and light,
    Into error’s mazes I was running,
    Oft unwilling, slave to sin’s dread might.
 
6. Were I loved and honored, thus I fancied
    All this longing would be satisfied;
    And these came to me in ample measure,
    Yet I felt that vacant, unfilled void.
 
7. Shepherdless in heathers dry and barren,
    As a lost and famished sheep I strayed,
    Finding naught to satisfy my hunger,
    Naught whereby my thirst could be allayed.
 
8. O, in misery I would have perished,
    Crushed by great affliction and distress,
    Had I not by Thee been found and cherished,
    Had I not by Thy grace been refreshed.
 
9. What a wretched life had been my portion;
    Torn by doubt, remorse and fear was I,
    Till at last my faith in Thee was anchored
    And Thou heardst my pleading and my cry!
 
10. Long a downcast spirit did depress me;
      Now Thou cheerest both my heart and mind;
      Only peace and happiness possess me
      Since my blessed lot in Thee I find.
 
11. Since those sacred days of heav’nly blessing,
      I can conquer over passions strong,
      Over discontent and dark depression;
      Heav’nly pleasure fills my breast with song.
 
12. Nor will there be dreary clouds above me
      That will overcast my heaven’s blue
      If I evermore, O Lord, will love Thee
      Without discontent, to Thee be true.
 
13. Woe unto the world, such love despising,
      That such joy in Jesus casts away;
      For its value never realizing,
      It is led by vanity astray!
 
14. O, forsake me not, Thou ever faithful,
      Though to try me Thou Thy face dost hide;
      Till I bear Thy likeness and impression,
      Purge me as the gold is purified!
 
15. When my earthly life at last is finished
      And in faith and love my race is run,
      I shall praise Thee, Saviour, for Thy suff’ring
      Which for me eternal rest has won.

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  • Home
    • Stories of Faith >
      • The Prodigal Son and the Zion’s Harp
      • Steep and Thorny is the Way
      • With Your Zion’s Harps Now Chiming, Praise the Lord!
      • Faithful Unto Death Remain
      • A Loving Devotion to Producing Zion’s Harps, One Copy Per Year
      • Hungarians Begin to Visit Brethren in Communist Ukraine
      • Zion’s Harp Melody Bridges Language Gap
      • Brethren Be Ye Not Affrighted
      • A Letter from Prison
    • Authors
    • Composers
  • Translations
    • Neue Zionsharfe- German
    • Új Sion Hárfa- Hungarian
    • Xapɸa Cиoha- Serbian
    • Noua Harfă A Sionului- Romainian
    • Svete Pisme Novog Siona- Sokac
    • Cithare Davida illi pisme Novog Siona- Bunjevac
    • Harfa Siona- Slovak
    • ПЕСНІ І ХВАЛУ У ХРІСТІ- Ukrainian
    • Zion's Harp
    • Apostolic Christian Hymnal >
      • ACH Texts
      • ACH Sheet Music
    • Arpa De Sion- Spanish
    • Nova Harpa de Sião- Portuguese
    • Sions Harfa- Swedish
    • シオンの竪琴 - Japanese
    • Harfa Siona- Croatian
    • Zion's Hymns
  • Contact
  • Shop
  • Acknowledgements