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THOU ART BUT MAN!

Du bist ein Mensch, das weiszt du wol

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Thou art but man, to thee ’tis known,

Why dost thou then endeavour

To do what God should do alone,

Or can accomplish ever?

A thousand griefs thou goest through,

In spite of all thy wit can do;

Upon thine end thou pond’rest,

What it will be thou wond’rest.

’Tis all in vain, in vain thy care,

With all thy musings earnest,

In all thy life a single hair

Thou white or black ne’er turnest.

The griefs by which thou’rt sore distress’d

Can only serve to mar thy rest,

Cause anguish unavailing,

Thy life itself curtailing.

Wilt thou do what is for thy good,

And what thy God good seeth?

Then cast on Him each heavy load,

’Fore whom earth and heav’n fleeth.

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Thy life and labour, all that’s thine,

With joy into God’s hand resign;

A happy end He’ll ever

Give thee, and thee deliver.

Who car’d for thee ere light of day

Had dawn’d upon thy vision,

While in the womb thy soul still lay

As in a gloomy prison?

Who thought upon thy welfare then?

What good did all the might of men

Do, when to thee were given

Life, mind, and pow’r from heaven?

Whose skill was it that fashion’d thee?

And who thy frame uprearèd?

To glad our eyes, by whose decree,

Say, hath the light appearèd?

Who hath thy veins in order laid,

For each a course convenient made?

Who hath thy frame replenish’d

With members fair and finish’d?

Where were thy mind and will and heart

When land and ocean over,

Yea, even earth’s remotest part,

The sky was spread to cover?

Who made the sun and moon to shine,

Who gave herbs, trees, and beasts as thine,

Who bid them satisfy thee,

And no desire deny thee?

Lift up thy head, see everywhere,

Above, around, below thee,

How God in all for thee His care,

And at all times, doth show thee!

Thy meat and drink, the clothes dost wear,

Did God, ere need thou felt’st, prepare.

God, ere thou wast, prepar’d thee

Thy mother’s milk, that rear’d thee.

The raiment that in infancy

Thy nakedness did cover,

The cradle that receivèd thee,

The roof thy young head over,

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Were all in love prepar’d for thee,

Ere yet thine eye was op’d to see

The wonders that abounded,

The world that thee surrounded.

Yet wilt thou walk by thine own light

Thy life long, only heeding,

Believing nothing but thy sight,

Go whither it is leading.

In all that thou dost undertake,

Thy heart thy counsellor dost make,

Unless by it selected,

Is ev’ry plan rejected.

Behold! how oft and openly

God’s providence undoeth

The plans thy hand so ardently

And hopefully pursueth.

But it doth happen frequently,

That e’en the very things we see

The wisest men could never

Predict, or think of ever.

How oft thy stiff-neck’d self-will hath

To bitter need reduc’d thee!

When heart and mind deluded, death

To take for life, seduc’d thee!

And had the Lord thy work and deed

Along the path allow’d proceed

That thou thyself had’st taken,

Lost wert thou and forsaken.

He who to us love endless feels,

When self-involv’d, then frees us,

Ev’n self-inflicted wounds He heals,

Guides when astray He sees us.

Paternal kindness, tender love,

To these His heart doth ever move,

This love poor sinners beareth,

For whom as sons He careth.

Ah! silence doth He often keep,

But still the while He blesses,

E’en though we tears of anguish weep,

Though grief the heart depresses,

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Although our eager eyes we strain,

And seek for light, but seek in vain,

And seek deliv’rance ever

From woe, but find it never.

But God our Lord still onward straight

His path pursueth ever,

And brings us to heav’n’s peaceful gate,

Where storms assail us never.

What dark was and mysterious here

In all God’s ways, shall be then clear,

His wisdom we’ll discover

When our life-work is over.

Then peace, be still, my troubled breast!

And let no grief distress thee,

God ever plans for thee the best,

His heart is set to bless thee.

Thy cause the Saviour ne’er can leave,

In this assuredly believe,

Tow’rd us He ever yearneth,

His ardent love aye burneth.

With grace and truth His loving heart

For evermore is glowing,

And keenly feeleth He the smart,

When from our eyes are flowing

Hot tears, caus’d by vain sorrow’s load,

As if in wrath and hate our God

Could ever helpless leave us,

Would never comfort give us!

The evil thought, ah! put away,

No more may it deceive thee,

Although what happ’neth, seldom may

Increase of pleasure give thee.

But that will happen certainly

Which God thy Father doth decree;

From what He wills to send thee,

No mortal can defend thee.

Then to thy Father’s arms of love

In confidence betake thee,

Pray on till His compassion move,

His special care He make thee!

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Then by His Spirit will He guide,

Through unknown paths still at thy side,

From all thy woe and striving

At last deliv’rance giving.

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