15 (XCVIII.--"Unser Herrscher, unser König.")
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Thut mir auf die schöne Pforte
Schmolck, 1704
| Open now Thy gates of beauty, Zion, let me enter there, Where my soul in joyful duty Waits for Him who answers pray'r; Oh, how blessed is this place, Fill'd with solace, light, and grace. | | Yes, my God, I come before Thee, Come Thou also down to me; Where we find Thee and adore Thee There a heaven on earth must be. To my heart oh enter Thou, Let it be Thy temple now. | | Here Thy praise is gladly chanted, Here Thy seed is duly sown, Let my soul where it is planted, Bring forth precious sheaves alone, So that all I hear may be Fruitful unto life in me. | | Thou my faith increase and quicken, Let me keep Thy gift divine Howsoe'er temptations thicken, May Thy word still o'er me shine, As my pole-star through my life, As my comfort in my strife. | | Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee, Let Thy will be done indeed; May I undisturbed draw near Thee While Thou dost Thy people feed; Here of Life the Fountain flows, Here is balm for all our woes. | |