Moravian Hymn Book, #23: I'll praise thee with my heart and tongue

Ich singe dir mit Herz und Mund, 1653

I'll praise thee with my heart and tongue, O Lord, my soul's delight, Declaring to the world in song Thy glory, praise and might.

Thou art th'eternal source of , The fount of lasting bliss; From thee unto the human race Flows all true happiness.

On thee, almighty Lord of hosts, Depend our life and all; Thou keepest watch around our coasts, Protecting great and small.

Thy chastisements are nought but love; When we our sins confess, We thy forgiveness richly prove; 'Tis thy delight to bless.

Hast thou not tended us and fed, E'en from our earliest days; Our souls with loving-kindness led Through many dangerous ways?

God never yet mistake hath made In his vast government; And all he doth permit or aid Is blest in the event.

Then murmur not, but be resigned To his most holy will; Peace, rest and comfort thou wilt find, My soul, in being still.

(1-5) 1765. J Haberkorn; (6, 7) 1746-54. M.

Moravian Hymn Book, #23