I will sing praises unto the Lord.@Psalm 27:6
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Paul Gerhardt (1607-1676)

Paul Gerhardt, 1659 (Sollt’ ich meinem Gott nicht singen); composite translation from German to English.

Sollt’ Ich Meinem Gott Johan Schop, 1641 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Johan Schop (1590-1664)

I will sing my maker’s praises
And in Him most joyful be,
For in all things I see traces
Of His tender love to me.
Nothing else than love could move Him
With such sweet and tender care
Evermore to raise and bear all
Who try to serve and love Him.
All things else have but their day,
God’s great love abides for aye.

Yea, so dear did He esteem me
That His Son He loved so well
He hath given to redeem me
From the quenchless flames of hell.
O Thou spring of boundless blessing,
How could e’er my feeble mind
Of Thy depth the bottom find
Though my efforts were unceasing?
All things else have but their day,
God’s great love abides for aye.

All that for my soul is needful
He with loving care provides,
Nor of that is He unheedful
Which my body needs besides.
When my strength cannot avail me,
When my powers can do no more,
Doth my God His strength outpour;
In my need He doth not fail me.
All things else have but their day,
God’s great love abides for aye.

When I sleep, He still is near me,
O’er me rests His guardian eye;
And new gifts and blessings cheer me
When the morning streaks the sky.
Were it not for God’s protection,
Had His countenance not been
Here my guide, I had not seen e’er
The end of my affliction.
All things else have but their day,
God’s great love abides for aye.

As a father never turneth
Wholly from a wayward child,
For the prodigal still yearneth,
Longing to be reconciled,
So my many sins and errors
Find a tender, pardoning God,
Chastening frailty with His rod,
Not, in vengeance, with His terrors.
All things else have but their day,
God’s great love abides for aye.

Since, then, neither change nor coldness,
In my Father’s love can be,
Lo! I lift my hands with boldness,
As Thy child I come to Thee.
Grant me grace, O God, I pray Thee,
That I may with all my might,
All my lifetime, day and night,
Love and trust Thee and obey Thee
And, when this brief life is o’er,
Praise and love Thee evermore.