BWV 65 Sie werden aus Saba alle kommen
1. Is. 60:6; 2. Johann Spangenberg, verse 4 of &Ein Kind geborn
zu Bethlehem& (the German version of "Puer natus in Bethlehem"),
1545 (Wackernagel, III, #1110); 7. Paul Gerhardt, verse 10 of "Ich
hab in Gottes Herz und Sinn," 1647 (Fischer-Tümpel, III, #393).
6 January 1724, Leipzig.
BG 16; NBA I/5.
1. Chorus [Dictum] (S, A, T, B)
They shall from out Sheba all be coming, gold and incense bringing,
and the Lord's great praise then tell abroad.
2. Chorale (S, A, T, B)
The kings from out Sheba came then forth,
Gold, incense, myrrh did they
then bring forth.
3. Recit. (B)
What there Isaiah did once foretell,
That is in Bethlehem fulfilled.
Here gather round the wise men
At Jesus' manger now,
And seek him as their
very king to honor.
Gold, incense, and myrrh are
The rare and costly presents
With which they this the Jesus-child
In Bethlehem's poor stall do honor.
My Jesus, if I now my duty well consider,
Must I myself before thy manger
And likewise show my thanks:
For this one day I deem a day of gladness,
When thou, O Prince of life,
The light of nations
And their Redeemer art.
But what could I bring thee, thou King of heaven?
If thou my heart deem
not too little,
Accept it with thy grace,
No nobler gift could I bring
4. Aria (B)
Gold from Ophir(1) is too slight,
Off, be off with empty off'rings,
ye from the earth have torn!
Jesus seeks the heart to own now,
O Christian throng,
Jesus thank for the new year!
5. Recit. (T)
Disdain then not,
Thou light unto my soul,
My heart, which I now humbly
to thee offer;
It doth indeed such objects
Within it now contain
of thy Spirit are the fruits.
The gold of faith, the frankincense of pray'r,
The myrrh of patience, these now are my off'rings,
Which thou shalt, Jesus,
Have as thy property and as my presents.
But give thyself as
well to me,
And thou shalt make me earth's most wealthy mortal.
thee, I must
The most abundant store of wealth
One day above in heav'n
6. Aria (T)
Take me for thine own now hence,
Take my heart as my true present,
yes, all that now I am,
All I utter, do and ponder,
Shall, my Savior, be
To thy service offered now.
7. Chorale (S, A, T, B)
Ah now, my God, I fall here thus
Consoled into thy bosom.
Take me and
deal thou thus with me
Until my final moment,
As thou well canst, that
for my soul
Thereby its good be fostered
And thy true honor more and more
Be in my soul exalted.
1. Cf. Is. 13:12. Ophir is a region thought of in the Old Testament as
a source of gold, cf. Kg. 10.11.
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