<<5he Y)OhY Sgi^ip-hui^es,
44 GERMANY. L. M.
FROM LUDWIG VON BEETHOVEN, 1770-1827.
I. Now let my soul, e - ter - nal King, To thee in grate-ful trib ute bring;
My knee with hum - ble horn-age bow; My tongue per - form its sol emn vow.
The Saviour seen in the Scriptures. L. M.
Now let my soul, eternal King,
To thee its grateful tribute bring ;
My knee with humble homage bow;
My tongue perform its solemn vow.
All nature sings thy boundless love,
In worlds below and worlds above;
But in thy blessed word I trace
Diviner wonders of thy grace.
There, what delightful truths I read;
There, 1 behold the Saviour bleed:
His name salutes my listening ear,
Revives my heart and checks my fear.
There Jesus bids my sorrows cease,
And gives my laboring conscience peace;
He lifts my grateful thoughts on high,
And points to mansions in the sky.
For love like this, O let my song,
Through endless years, thy praise prolong;
Let distant climes thy name adore,
Till time and nature are no more.
Micah vi. 6-8.
I Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near,
And bow myself before thy face ?
How in thy purer eyes appear ?
What shall I bring to gain thy grace ?
2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high?
Will multiplied oblations please?
Thousands of rams his favors buy?
Or slaughtered hecatombs appease ?
3 Can these avert the wrath of God ?
Can these wash out my guilty stain ?
Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,
Alas, they all must flow in vain.
4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve,
Must take the path thyself hath showed:
Justice pursue, and mercy love,
And humbly walk by faith with God.
5 But though my life henceforth be thine,
Present for past can ne'er atone :
Though I to thee the whole resign,
I only give thee back thine own.
6 What have I then wherein to trust ?
I nothing have, I nothing am;
Excluded is my every boast;
My glory swallowed up in shame.
7 Guilty I stand before thy face;
On me I feel thy wrath abide;
'Tis just the sentence should take place,
'Tis just,—but O, thy Son hath died.