DCLXII. BACH, J.S. (1685-1750)
1. [Coro/Recitativo] (Tenore): Christus, der ist mein Leben
For Christ my Saviour live I
Dying, glory I gain
My all to Jesus give I
And joy supreme attain
With joy
Yea, with joyful happy heart
Will I be going
And it today I hear Thy call
I gladly then will bring to Thee
The feeble frame, the puny wasted body
Which cloaks mortality
And back to earth
In Thy bosom will return it
Hear Thou the song that I would sing
Ah, might I this day sing it!
In Peace and joy I pass away
In God confiding
His Will with heart and soul obey
Safe abiding
Here on earth I've naught to fear
Eternal life awaits me
2. Recitativo (Soprano): Nun, falsche Welt!
3. Choral (Soprano): Valet will ich dir geben
Hear, faithless world
For me thy empty joys have no more zest
My home is all prepared
Where I may safely rest
No longer here on earth
In Babel's flood to wallow
And pleasure's brine disgusted swallow
Like them who from the Tree of Life
Forbidden fruit have wrongly broken
Ah, no! I cannot rest until this word is spoken:
To thee, thou world of evil
I gladly bid "Farewell"
Thy harsh and faithless fashions
Are but an empty shell
To heaven, happy dwelling
'Tis there that I would go
Where God has called the Faithful
Who serve Him here below
4. Recitativo (Tenore): Ach könnte mir doch bald so wohl geschehen
That I may die
From all my troubles fly
And rest in peace eternally
I would that I might in my eager arms enfold Him
I wait the hour when I behold him
5. Aria (Tenore): Ach schlage doch bald
Ah, strike you now soon, blessed hour
Strike you now soon, at last to death must I away
Come, to thee my hands are reaching
For thy relief from care beseeching
My longawaited parting day
6. Recitativo (Basso): Denn ich weiß dies
And thru my faith secure
That at my resurrection
I will enjoy in full Almighty God's affection
My death is but a sleep
Whereby my soul will find, when dawns the happy morrow
Relief from sorrow
My faithful Shepherd watches well His sheep
Should I be lost, still He will surely find me
For I will rise again to meet my blessed Saviour
7. Choral (Coro): Weil du vom Tod erstanden bist
Like Thee the grave will not hold me
For long in its subjection
From death Thy Words have set me free
They are my resurrection
For where Thou art, there will I be
To live forever near to Thee
So forth I go rejoicing
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