DCCXXII. BACH, J.S. (1685-1750)
1. Coro: Wer nur den lieben Gott läßt walten
Cantus firmus in the soprano:
Whoso will suffer God to guide him
And day by day in Him confide
A wondrous ally has beside him
When sore distress and ill betide
He Who with Mighty God can stand
Has builded on no shifting sand
2. Recitativo/Choral (Basso): Was helfen uns die schweren Sorgen
How profitless our dreary sorrow!
It wracks our very hearts
A hundredfold with agony untold
How useless all our woe and pain
Our misery they but sustain
What do we gain each gloomy morrow
With sighing, up from sleep to rise
With hopeless mien and teary eyes, to seek our beds again?
We thus but magnify distress
By gloom and grieving make it greater
The Christian's way is better
He bears his cross as Christ would do without complaint
3. Aria (Tenore): Man halte nur ein wenig stille
4. Aria/Duetto (Soprano, Alto): Er kennt die rechten Freudenstunden
He knows the time when joy is seemly
He well knows when the hour may be
When He has found us true and faithful
Seen in us naught of perfidy
Then God, tho' we be unaware
Bestows on us His bounty rare
5. Recitativo/Choral (Tenore): Denk nicht in deiner Drangsalshitze
Cantus firmus in the soprano:
Whoso will suffer God to guide him
And day by day in Him confide
A wondrous ally has beside him
When sore distress and ill betide
He Who with Mighty God can stand
Has builded on no shifting sand
2. Recitativo/Choral (Basso): Was helfen uns die schweren Sorgen
It wracks our very hearts
A hundredfold with agony untold
How useless all our woe and pain
Our misery they but sustain
What do we gain each gloomy morrow
With sighing, up from sleep to rise
With hopeless mien and teary eyes, to seek our beds again?
We thus but magnify distress
By gloom and grieving make it greater
The Christian's way is better
He bears his cross as Christ would do without complaint
3. Aria (Tenore): Man halte nur ein wenig stille
Patient be thou, bear thine affliction
Firm as the hour of trial draws near
God will bestow His benediction
Help will he give and counsel clear
God chooses well and knows His own
God as our Father would be known
Finally all our troubles ending
Help us His faithful children sending
Firm as the hour of trial draws near
God will bestow His benediction
Help will he give and counsel clear
God chooses well and knows His own
God as our Father would be known
Finally all our troubles ending
Help us His faithful children sending
He well knows when the hour may be
When He has found us true and faithful
Seen in us naught of perfidy
Then God, tho' we be unaware
Bestows on us His bounty rare
5. Recitativo/Choral (Tenore): Denk nicht in deiner Drangsalshitze
Think not when hot affliction presses
When flesh and thunder clap
And stifling air has brought thy spirit low
That God has then forgotten thee
God holdeth true in direst need
Yea, even unto death
He showeth mercy to His servants
Do not then fancy
That he whom hunger ne'er distresses
Can like the wealthy ever live
'Mid rare delights which riches give
Can gorge himself, from worries free
However great his pleasures
Yet in the end
When he has emptied bare the pleasure pots
Then death is at the bottom
In God's time all will be disclosed
Tho' Peter, tolling all the night
With futile labor at his nets
Had taken nothing
At Jesus' Word he took a multitude of fishes
Place then thy faith in trial, want, and pain
On Jesus' loving kindness
With trusting heart relying
For sunshine always follows rain
And each one's lot will be disposed
6. Aria (Soprano): Ich will auf den Herren schaun
In my God will I confide
Steadfast in the Lord abide
The Mighty Wonderman is He
Rich He brings to low estate
Makes the poor man rich and great
As He has willed, so must it be
7. Choral (Coro): Sing, bet und geh auf Gottes Wegen
Sing, pray, and walk in God's own pathway
And do your part with purpose true
By confidence in His rich blessing
Will you, thru Him, be born anew
Whoso on God his faith has set
Him never will his God forget
When flesh and thunder clap
And stifling air has brought thy spirit low
That God has then forgotten thee
God holdeth true in direst need
Yea, even unto death
He showeth mercy to His servants
Do not then fancy
That he whom hunger ne'er distresses
Can like the wealthy ever live
'Mid rare delights which riches give
Can gorge himself, from worries free
However great his pleasures
Yet in the end
When he has emptied bare the pleasure pots
Then death is at the bottom
In God's time all will be disclosed
Tho' Peter, tolling all the night
With futile labor at his nets
Had taken nothing
At Jesus' Word he took a multitude of fishes
Place then thy faith in trial, want, and pain
On Jesus' loving kindness
With trusting heart relying
For sunshine always follows rain
And each one's lot will be disposed
6. Aria (Soprano): Ich will auf den Herren schaun
Steadfast in the Lord abide
The Mighty Wonderman is He
Rich He brings to low estate
Makes the poor man rich and great
As He has willed, so must it be
7. Choral (Coro): Sing, bet und geh auf Gottes Wegen
And do your part with purpose true
By confidence in His rich blessing
Will you, thru Him, be born anew
Whoso on God his faith has set
Him never will his God forget
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