Monday, November 29, 2010

Blessed of the Lord, Why Are You

Who: Paul Gerhardt- the Lutheran pastor who kept the faith despite war, disease, and Calvinists- already has a couple of Advent hits, but here is another. The only problem is the current translations: at least three have been made- two of which I have been able to track down- but they are archaic.
Changes: Rather than coming up with a composite translation (of John Kelly and Catherine Winkworth), I worked with whosever translation was better, stanza by stanza. Sometimes this works , sometimes it doesn't. Suggestions would be much appreciated, since I think this hymn has great potential.
NoteNeither of the translators were Lutheran, so please check my disclaimer. 
Also, if anyone knows where I can find Richard Massie's translation (Wherefore dost Thou, blest of God), I would really like to know.
Tune: The meter is 87 87 77 88 and can be sung to WERDE MUNTER (LSB 589).




1. Blessed of the Lord, why are You, 
Standing out there from afar?
Enter now, if it should please You- 
Fill my darkened heart, my Star!
Oh my Jesus, Friend indeed, 
Helper in the time of need:
Come, my Healer, and relieve me
Of my wounds which deeply grieve me.

2. For I live in constant terror 
By the law's tremendous sway:
Every thoughtless deed and error 
Stands before me night and day.
Oh, the heavy thunder bolts 
Caused by ignorant revolts!
All the blood inside me curling
All the fears of death enswirling.

3. Furthermore, the great Deceiver 
Tries to me all grace deny,
Saying that in hell forever, 
Which torments him, I must lie. 
But I suffer sorer pangs, 
For with poison'd serpent fangs
Is my conscience always tearing, 
Stirring guilt beyond all bearing.

4. When I try to soothe my sorrow, 
And my pain awhile forget,
From the world a comfort borrow, 
Then I sink still deeper yet;
There is comfort that deceives, 
Joys that stinging mem'ries leave,
"Help" which only makes griefs double, 
"Friends" who laugh at all my trouble. 

5. All is vanity, yes nothing 
In the world can quench my soul;
Have I greatness, it is fleeting; 
Have I riches? They are null.
Better than small dust of earth? 
Have I pleasure? What's it worth? 
What gives joy today, tomorrow
Only brings a day of sorrow.

6. All delight, all consolation 
Lies in You, Lord Jesus Christ,
Feed my soul with Your salvation, 
Savior, Bread of Life unpriced.
Joyous Light, within me glow 
As my heart breaks in its woe;
Jesus, come so I can see You; 
Let me rest forever in You.

7. Heart, rejoice for He has heard You, 
He will visit you again;
See, He turns around toward You, 
Bid Him “Welcome, please come in!”
And prepare for this great Guest: 
Give yourself unto His rest,
Open all your soul's distresses, 
Tell Him all that pains or presses.

8. See, the things that seemed to hinder, 
How God turns them out for best!
Listen, hear His lips so tender: 
How He lays regret to rest!
He has silenced Satan’s roar
Who is scheming now no more.
His advantages forsake him, 
And he’ll now to hell be taken.

9. Now your life is calm and even, 
All your heart's desire is yours:
Christ Himself to you has given, 
Lays His riches at your door!
His grace is your fairest crown, 
You’re His royal seat and throne;
With Himself as one He makes you, 
Freely to His bosom takes you. 

10. God His golden-curtained Heaven 
Spreads around your weary soul,
Or you would away be driven 
By the fearsome, raging bull.
Angel hosts keep watch and ward 
At your side and are your guard ; 
Or the foe would try to hurt you, 
In your journeys they support you. 

11. Your misdeeds exist no longer, 
He has cast them out to sea,
And the love of God shall conquer 
All the horror sin can be.
Christ the King has won the day, 
Rise against you what ill may,
He with blessing will exalt You 
O'er whatever would assault you. 

12. What would seem to hurt or shame you 
God will work your good at last;
Because Christ has deigned to claim you, 
And His truth stands always fast;
You in turn will faithful be, 
Then you will with certainty,
With the angel hosts in Heaven, 
Always thanks and praise be giving. 


Paul Gerhardt 
Warum willst du draußen stehen
1,3,5,7-10 tr. Kelly, alt.
2,3,6,11-12 tr. Winkworth, alt.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Why So Gloomy, Why this Guise?

Who: This hymn is one of the many forgotten hymns of greatest Lutheran hymnwriter, Paul Gerhardt. It's one of his many hymns that could be filed under "Hope and Comfort." However, while a number of translations exist- by Jane Borthwick, Catherine Dunn, Anna Warner, and John Kelly- none of them are that great.
Changes: Yet, "the four of them, their forces combined... Holy nightmare!" So, I've taken what I like from each of them, and only kept the really strong stanzas. (I know, I know)
Note: The original did not mention the Sacrament (verse 4), yet I couldn't resist the rhyme. 
None of the aforementioned translators were Lutheran, so please check my disclaimer.
Tune: The meter is 77 77 77. I've found two tunes that claim to be the proper tune. The second tune is arranged by Bach. If neither is suitable, GETHSEMANE (LSB 611) could work.



Why so gloomy, why this guise?
Why, my spirit, thus cast down?
If to you your God denies
Wealth and pleasure and renown?
You have all in Him, indeed:
If you've God, you’ve got no need.

God Who lives in heav'n above
Knows your need, your life sustains;
He Whose heart is full of love,
All your earthly life ordains;
Ev'ry good His love supplies,
Hurtful gifts His love denies.

All the while His Spirit gives
Manna to your fainting heart,
Food by which the angels live,
Mercy to you He imparts.
Yea, He chooses You for Health,
To His heav'nly good and wealth.

For the soul's true nourishment 
Are God’s grace and Jesus' blood- 
Given in the Sacrament-
They'll remain forever good.
Earthly goods will pass away, 
God's gifts never will decay.

So lift up your head, my soul,
Look above and cease to sigh;
Fix your hopes on that bright goal
Where your dearest treasures lie:
Sorrow lasts for but a night:
Joy will come when it is light.

As you struggle through your life,
Set the Lord before your eyes.
Ev'ry hour of peace or strife
Is a gift- do not despise.
Is it adverse? It's okay-
God is with you ev'ry day.

Nicht so traurich, nicht so sehr
Paul Gerhardt
tr. Composite

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