The sixth Sunday after Trinity.
O God, Who hast decreed for souls that love thee well
treasure of Heavenly meed no human tongue can tell,
Thou hast not given to man to comprehend, O Lord,
eternal joy to scan, as promised in thy word.
Faith may but dimly see shadows of glory pass,
lights of eternity as through a darkling glass.
O God, be pleased to pour into our longing hearts
love, that we may adore Thy love, which life imparts.
That we may, loving Thee above all good below,
Thine own blest people be, in Thy great love may grow.
Dying, may we obtain Thy promised gift divine,
eternal glory gain, and live for ever Thine.
|Text||attr. Eliza Humphreys|
|Tune||Ich halte treulich still
from G. C. Schemelli's Musicalisches Gesangbuch, 1736;
attr. J. S. Bach
O God, Who hast prepared for them that love thee such good things as pass man's understanding; pour into our hearts such love towards thee, that we, loving thee above all things, may obtain thy promises, which exceed all that we can desire; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.