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Nun ist der Regen hin



Now gone is all the rain,

Rejoice my heart again,

Sing after times of sadness

To God thy Lord with gladness!

Our God His heart hath turnèd

Our pray’r He hath not spurnèd.

On sea and on our land

Outstretchèd was His hand,

In anger us addressing;

He said, “Ye’re aye transgressing,

In ways of sin ye wander,

Nor ever turn, nor ponder.

“So shall my Heaven’s light

Its countenance so bright

With robe of blackness cover,

With dark clouds be spread over;

No longer shine in glory

But shall be weeping o’er thee.”

Appeas’d His wrath our sighs

That to His ears did rise,

For He forgetteth never

His mercy that dures ever,

His Spirit tow’rd us yearning,

His anger ceas’d from burning.

The clouds away then sped,

The path the damp winds tread,

From whence the rain descended,

Was clos’d, the torrents ended,

And from the deeps of Heaven

No waters more were given.

Now wearied field away

Thy robe of sadness lay,

Arise from out thy sadness

And let us hear with gladness

Thee songs of summer raising,

Thy great Creator praising.

The glorious sun, see there,

Comes forth again so fair,

With blessings earth doth cover;

Now all the rains are over,

Hills, valleys are receiving

Its wondrous beams life-giving.

The earth’s reviv’d again;

What drown’d was by the rain

Will once again be living

And precious fruit be giving,

The fields good wheat forth bringing,

In meadows grass be springing.

The trees so very fair

Fruit-laden will stand there;

From hill-sides like a river

Will wine and oil flow ever;

In warm and quiet weather

Will bees their honey gather.

Our portion He will give

Who in the Heav’ns doth live.

He’ll bounteously bestow it,

We shall partake and know it;

And what earth will supply us

Will amply satisfy us.

God faithful is and true,

His mercy’s ever new,

His anger soon is turnèd.

He gives what we’ve ne’er earnèd

He doth Himself discover

To us, our sins looks over.

O man! direct thy ways,

And all thou dost, to praise

Thy Master’s love and favour,

So that thy heart may never

His faithful heart be grieving,

To Him offence be giving!

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