Evening and morning, sunset and dawning,
 wealth, peace and gladness, comfort in sadness,
 these are Thy works; all the glory be Thine!
 Times without number, awake or in slumber,
 Thine eye observes us, from danger preserves us,
 causing Thy mercy upon us to shine.

 Father, O hear me, pardon and spare me;
 calm all my terrors, blot out my errors,
 that by Thine eyes they may no more be scanned.
 Order my goings, direct all my doings;
 as it may please Thee retain or release me;
 all I commit to Thy fatherly hand.

Mel : Johann Georg Ebeling 1667 [DIE GÜLDNE SONNE]
Text: Paul Gerhardt 1666 "Die güldne Sonne"
EN  : Richard Massie 1857 "Evening And Morning"
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 The golden sunbeams with their joyous gleams,
 Are kindling o'er earth, her life and mirth,
 Shedding forth lovely and heart-cheering light;
 Through the dark hours' chill I lay silent and still,
 But risen at length to gladness and strength,
 I gaze on the heavens all glowing and bright.

 Mine eyes now behold Thy works, that of old
 And ever are telling to all men here dwelling,
 How great is Thy glory, how wondrous Thy power;
 They tell of the home where the faithful shall come,
 Who depart to that peace that can change not or cease,
 From earth where all passeth as passes the hour.

 O come let us raise our voices, and praise
 The Maker of all, at His feet let us fall,
 Offering to Him again all He hath given,
 The best that is ours, our hearts and our powers;
 Glad songs that we sing Him, thanks that we bring Him,
 These are the incense most grateful to Heaven.

 Evening and morning thus ever he cares for us,
 Blessing, renewing, warding off ruin,
 These are His works, thus His goodness we prove;
 When we are sleeping, watch He is keeping,
 Whe we arise, He gladdens our eyes
 With the sunshine of mercy, the glow of His love.

 All passeth away, but God liveth aye,
 And changeth in nought; eternal His thought,
 His Word and His Will are steadfast and sure;
 Never His grace nor His mercy decays,
 It heals the sad heart from its deadliest smart,
 Giving it life that shall ever endure.

 God, Thou my crown! forgiving look down,
 And hide from Thy face through Thy pitying grace,
 All my transgressions against Thy command;
 Henceforth oh rule me, guide me and school me,
 As Thou seest fit; my ways I commit
 All to Thy pleasure, Thy merciful hand.

 Crosses and sorrow may end with the morrow,
 Stormiest seas shall sink into peace,
 The wild winds are hushed, and the sunshine returns;
 So fulness of rest, and the calm of the blest,
 Are waiting me there, in that garden most fair,
 That home for which daily my spirit here yearns.

Mel : Johann Georg Ebeling 1667 [DIE GÜLDNE SONNE]
Text: Paul Gerhardt 1666 "Die güldne Sonne"
EN  : Catherine Winkworth 1855 "The Golden Sunbeams With Their Joyous Gleams"
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 The golden morning, joy her adorning,
 with splendour near us draweth, to cheer us
 with her heart-refreshing and lovely light.
 My head and members lay wrapt all in slumbers,
 but now awaking, and sleep from me shaking,
 Heaven's bless'd sunshine doth gladden my sight.

 Mine eye beholdeth what God upholdeth,
 made for His glory, to tell the story
 to us of His power and might so great,
 and where the Father the faithful shall gather
 in peace, whenever Earth's lies they shall sever
 and leave this mortal and perishing state.

 Come ye with singing, to God be bringing
 goods and each blessing-- All we're possessing--
 All be to God as an offering brought.
 Hearts with love glowing, with praises o'erflowing,
 thanksgiving voices, in these God rejoices,
 all other off'rings without them are nought.

 To morn and even His thoughts are given,
 increase He giveth, sorrow relieveth,
 these are the works that He doeth alone.
 When we are sleeping watch is He aye keeping,
 when we're awaking care still of us taking,
 He makes the light of His grace to shine down.

 My thoughts I've raised to Thee who'rt praised
 for aye in Heaven! Success be given,
 may all my endeavours unhinder'd be!
 From ev'ry evil and work of the devil,
 all malice ever, O do Thou deliver!
 In all Thy precepts establish Thou me!

 May't pleasure give me, may no pain grieve me
 to see flow over the cup my brother
 or neighbour hath, with Thy blessings so free.
 Covetous burning and unchristian yearning
 for ill possessions, blot out such transgressions,
 cast them, O Father! all into the sea!

 The life we're living what is it giving?
 Ere any thinketh to ground it sinketh,
 soon as the breath of the grave on it blow.
 All things together dread ruin must shiver,
 the earth and heaven, they must perish even,
 wrapt in the flames that shall ardently glow!

 All--all decayeth, but God still stayeth,
 His thoughts they waver a moment never,
 His word and will both eternally 'dure.
 His grace and favour uninjur'd are ever,
 deadly wounds healing, the heart with peace filling,
 health here and yonder to us they ensure.

 My God for ever do Thou deliver!
 Shield me, and cover my debts all over,
 in grace, Thine eyes from my sins turn away.
 Govern and guide me, be ever beside me,
 as it is pleasing to Thee! am I placing
 all in Thy hand and disposal for aye.

 Wilt Thou give ever to me whatever
 my life is needing? May I be heeding
 ever the faithful word spoken by Thee.
 God is the highest, the greatest, the nighest,
 gracious is ever, is changeable never,
 of all our treasures the noblest is He.

 Wilt Thou then grieve me, gall to drink give me?
 Must I be passing through cares harassing?
 Do then as seemeth it good unto Thee.
 Whate'er supporteth, is useful or hurteth,
 Thou knowest ever, and chastenest never
 too much, in case we o'erburden'd should be.

 Trial God sendeth, speedily endeth
 the storms of ocean, the wind's commotion
 lightens the sunshine so gladsome and bright.
 Fulness of pleasure, and glorious leisure,
 will then be given to me in yon Heaven
 whither my thoughts aye to turn take delight.

Mel : Johann Georg Ebeling 1667 [DIE GÜLDNE SONNE]
Text: Paul Gerhardt 1666 "Die güldne Sonne"
EN  : John Kelly 1867 "The Golden Morning"
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 The sun, ascending, to us is lending
 bliss, joy, and gladness, cure for all sadness,
 filling the world with its rich, golden light.
 I was reclining when no light was shining;
 but the sun's beauty now calls me to duty,
 as I behold it so fair and so bright.

 Mine eye beholdeth what God unfoldeth:
 Heaven's bright glory tells me the story
 of His unlimited power and love,
 and how the sainted in beauty untainted,
 free from things mortal, beyond death's dark portal,
 dwell in the heavenly mansions above.

 To God in heaven be praises given;
 come, let us offer and gladly proffer
 to the Creator the gifts that we prize.
 He well receiveth a heart that believeth,
 hymns that adore Him are precious before Him
 and to His throne like sweet incense arise.

 At the day's ending, sweet slumbers sending,
 and in the morning all things adorning,
 these are His works and His blessings so true.
 When night descendeth protection He lendeth,
 when morn appeareth our spirits He cheereth,
 causing His mercy to crown us anew.

 Father above me, Thou who dost love me,
 bless my beginning, keep me from sinning,
 move ev'ry hindrance well out of my way.
 Strength ever lend me, from Satan defend me,
 spare me temptation, so that in my station
 I may Thy holy commandments obey.

 Let me with pleasure see the full measure
 which upon others, who are my brothers,
 Thou of Thy blessings dost richly bestow.
 Bid envy vanish! All greediness banish!
 Make me Thy dwelling, sin's darkness dispelling.
 Grant that in virtue I daily may grow.

 What is man's being? It is like seeing
 autumn's bleak shadows sweep o'er the meadows
 when the cold winds drive the clouds on their way.
 All that we cherish must crumble and perish.
 Plants must stop growing, and stars must cease glowing;
 Heaven and earth are not destined to stay.

 All else decayeth, God only stayeth,
 He of creation is the foundation.
 His will and word must forever abide.
 His grace endureth and for us secureth
 comfort in sorrow and help for the morrow,
 keeping us cheerful, whate'er may betide.

 God of creation, be my salvation!
 Calm all my terrors, blot out my errors,
 grant that Thy pardon I fully may share;
 withal attend me, rule, guide, and defend me
 in mercy tender, because I surrender
 soul, will, and all to Thy fatherly care.

 Whilst Thou art giving what for a living
 seems very needful, O, make Thou me heedful
 of this great truth and commendable thought:
 God, like a tower, transcends all in power;
 good beyond telling, in beauty excelling,
 He doth suffice me, all else counts for naught.

 If grief and sadness temper my gladness,
 if for the morrow Thou send me sorrow,
 do as Thou wilt, for my trust is in Thee.
 Thou surely knowest that what Thou bestowest,
 e'en though distressing, must bring me a blessing;
 Thou wilt not deal too severely with me.

 Ills that still grieve me soon are to leave me;
 though waves may tower and winds gain power,
 after the storm the fair sun shows its face.
 Joys e'er increasing, and peace never ceasing,
 these I shall treasure and share in full measure
 when in His mansions God grants me a place.

Mel : Johann Georg Ebeling 1667 [DIE GÜLDNE SONNE]
Text: Paul Gerhardt 1666 "Die güldne Sonne"
EN  : Herman Henry Maurice Brueckner 1918 "The Sun Ascending"
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