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Monday, April 20, 2020

O Living Bread From Heaven - #316 - Rist - Winkworth Translation





"O Living Bread From Heaven"
by Johann Rist, 1607-1667
Translated by Catherine Winkworth, 1829-1878


1. O living Bread from heaven,
How richly hast Thou fed Thy guest!
The gifts Thou now hast given
Have filled my heart with joy and rest.
O wondrous food of blessing,
O cup that heals our woes!
My heart, this gift professing,
In thankful songs o'erflows;
For while the faith within me
Was quickened by this food,
My soul hath gazed upon Thee,
My highest, only Good.

2. My God, Thou here hast led me
Within Thy temple's holiest place
And there Thyself hast fed me
With all the treasures of Thy grace,
Oh, boundless is Thy kindness,
And righteous is Thy power,
While I in sinful blindness
Am erring hour by hour;
And yet Thou com'st not spurning
A sinner, Lord, like me!
Thy grace and love returning,
What gift have I for Thee?

3. A heart that hath repented
And mourns for sin with bitter sighs,--
Thou, Lord, art well contented
With this my only sacrifice.
I know that in my weakness
Thou wilt despise me not,
But grant me in Thy meekness
The blessing I have sought;
Yes, Thou wilt hear with favor
The song that now I raise,
For meet and right 'tis ever
That I should sing Thy praise.

4. Grant what I have partaken
May through Thy grace so work in me
That sin be all forsaken
And I may cleave alone to Thee
And all my soul be heedful
How I Thy love may know;
For this alone is needful
Thy love should in me glow.
Then let no beauty ever,
No joy, allure my heart,
But what is Thine, my Savior,
What Thou dost here impart.

5. Oh, well for me that, strengthened
With heavenly food and comfort here,
Howe'er my course be lengthened,
I now may serve Thee free from fear!
Away, then, earthly pleasure!
All earthly gifts are vain;
I seek a heavenly treasure,
My home I long to gain,
My God, where I shall praise Thee,
Where none my peace destroy,
And where my soul shall raise Thee
Glad songs in endless joy.

The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #316
Text: Matthew 26: 26-29
Author: Johann Rist, 1651, cento
Translated by: Catherine Winkworth, 1858, alt.
Titled: "Wie wohl hast du gelabet"
Tune: "Nun lob, mein' Seel'"
1st Published in: Concentus Novi
Town: Augsburg, 1540

"According to The Harvard University Hymn Book, Winkworth "did more than any other single individual to make the rich heritage of German hymnody available to the English-speaking world."[3] Four examples of translations by her hand are published in The Church Hymn Book 1872 (Nos 344, 431, 664 and 807).[4]

Among the best-known choral works translated by Winkworth are "From Heaven Above to Earth I Come" ("Vom Himmel hoch, da komm ich her"Martin Luther, 1534); "Wake, Awake, for Night Is Flying" ("Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme"Philipp Nicolai, 1599); "How Brightly Beams the Morning Star!" ("Wie schön leuchtet der Morgenstern", Nicolai, 1597);[5] and the Christmas hymn "A Spotless Rose" ("Es ist ein Ros entsprungen", anon, 1599).[6][7]" Wiki



Saturday, April 11, 2020

Arise, Sons of the Kingdom - #69 - Rist - Winkworth Translation



"Arise, Sons of the Kingdom"
by Johann Rist, 1607-1667
Translated by Catherine Winkworth, 1829-1878

1. Arise, sons of the Kingdom!
The King is drawing nigh;
Arise and hail with gladness
The Ruler from on high.
Ye Christians, hasten forth!
Your praise and homage bring Him
And glad hosannas sing Him;
Naught else your love is worth.

2. Arise, ye drooping mourners!
The King is very near;
Away with grief and sorrow!
For, lo, your Help is here.
Behold, in many a place --
Oh, blessed consolation! --
You find Him, your Salvation,
Within His means of grace.

3. Arise, ye much afflicted!
The King is not afar.
Rejoice, ye long dejected,
Behold the Morning Star!
The Lord will give you joy;
Though troubles now distress you,
With comfort He will bless you,
E'en death will He destroy.

4. Arise, ye poor and needy!
The King provides for you;
He comes with succor speedy,
With mercy ever new.
Receive your gracious King,
The Giver of all blessing,
Hail Him, His name confessing,
And glad hosannas sing.

5. Be righteous, ye his subjects,
The King is just and true;
Prepare for Him a highway,
Make all things straight and new.
For, lo, He means it well;
Then willing bear the crosses
That He Himself imposes,
Nor let your courage fail.

6. Oh, rich the gifts Thou bringest,
Thyself made poor and weak!
O Love beyond expression,
That thus can sinners seek!
For this, O Lord, will we
Our joyous tribute bring Thee
And glad hosannas sing Thee
And ever grateful be.

The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #69
Text: Luke 19:38
Author: Johann Rist, 1651, cento
Translated by: Catherine Winkworth, 1858
Titled: "Auf, auf, ihr Reichsgenossen"
Tune: "Aus meines Herzens Grunde"
First Published in: _Neu Catechismus-Gesangbuechlein_
Town: Hamburg, 1598