Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By Praise the Lord GodJoachim Neander (16501680)
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This is my will, my dear soul, upon all of my ways.
Come all and meet,
Wake harp and psalter chords sweet,
Jubilant music, oh, raise!
Praise Him who leads thee in safety on eagle-like wing!
Hast thou not felt
How through His love thou hast dwelt
Gladly with every good thing?
Gave thee thy health and has saved thee from many a snare.
In times of need
Thou wast in God’s gracious heed,
His wings spread o’er thee with care.
His streams of mercy from heaven unendingly pour.
Remember too,
What the Almighty can do,
Whose love is nigh evermore.
All that has breath sing with those that go Abraham’s ways;
He is thy light,
Soul, oh forget not His might,
End with Amen thy loud praise!