Alas for my sorrow!
My heart is in pain;
Where is hope for the morrow
To whom now complain?
O God, take compassion
On me lying low,
And comfort, O comfort me,
Through Thine own woe.
Keenly regretful,
I call to my mind
How we are forgetful,
How He is so kind!
Who gladly, yet painfully,
Yielded His breath,
Only to ransom us
Ever from death.
Where shall I find Him,
Him dearest to me,
Who let His foes bind Him
That we might be free?
--from Christian Singers of Germany
by Catherine Winkworth
..
My heart is in pain;
Where is hope for the morrow
To whom now complain?
O God, take compassion
On me lying low,
And comfort, O comfort me,
Through Thine own woe.
Keenly regretful,
I call to my mind
How we are forgetful,
How He is so kind!
Who gladly, yet painfully,
Yielded His breath,
Only to ransom us
Ever from death.
Where shall I find Him,
Him dearest to me,
Who let His foes bind Him
That we might be free?
--from Christian Singers of Germany
by Catherine Winkworth
..
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