1. 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.
2. Golden and glorious, Strong and victorious All joy and gladness, Scattering sadness, Rises the sun with his lifegiving rays; Still as the dying, My members were lying, but now upspringing, With joy I am singing, Gazing around me with wonder and praise.
3. Mine eye surveyeth What God displayeth Of His great glory Spread out before me, Teaching how great are His wisdom and might; To His saints showing The home where they're going, Peacefully quitting When God sees it fitting, Earth's closing scenes, as they fade from their sight.
4. Let us all singing, And to God bringing Our choicest treasure, To do Him pleasure, Offer a sacrifice sweeter than lambs. Heartfelt contrition, And cheerful submission, Songs of thanksgiving, And fruits of good living Please Him far better than incense of rams.
5. All here is dying, Groaning and sighing; God does not alter, Nor His Word falter; Built like His will, on immutable ground, His love remaineth, His grace never waneth, Soothing and healing The pains we are feeling, Keeping us now and eternally sound.
6. 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.
7. Wilt Thou to try me, With all supply me, Nature requireth, Or heart desireth, Whisper this counsel of love in my breast, "God is the greatest, The fairest, the sweetest, God is the purest, The truest, the surest, And of all treasures the noblest and best."
8. Or should Thou give me, Wormwood to grieve me Griefs to distress me, Burdens to press me, Welcome whatever Thy Word hath decreed. My kind Physician Knows well my condition, That which will hurt me, Or heal and convert me, God will not chasten us more than we need.
9. Griefs of God's sending, All have an ending; Clouds may be pouring, Wind and wave roaring, Sunshine will come when the tempest has past: Joys still increasing, And peace never ceasing, Faith lost in vision, Hope in fruition, These are the joys which I look for at last.
Words: Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Translated by Richard Massie, 1854.
Music: 'Die Güldne Sonne' or 'Franconia (Ebeling)' or 'Philippi' Johann Georg Ebeling, 1660.
Setting: "The Parish School Hymnal", 1925.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2026 Revision.
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