|BWV 151 Süßer Trost, mein Jesus kömmt
Third Day of Christmas (St. John, Apostle and Evangelist).
Georg Christian Lehms, Gottgefälliges Kirchen-Opffer (Darmstadt, 1711); Facs: Neumann T, p. 257.
5. Nikolaus Herman, verse 8 of "Lobt Gott, ihr Christen allzugleich," 1560 (Wackernagel, III, #1365).
27 December 1725, Leipzig; again after 1728 (Neumann Hb).
BG 32; NBA I/3.
1. Aria (S)
Comfort sweet, my Jesus comes,
For my dearest God hath me
Now for heaven's prize elected.
2. Recit. (B)Rejoice then, O my heart,
For now shall yield the pain
Which hath so long a time oppressed thee.
God hath his precious Son,
Whom he so high and dear doth hold,
Into this world committed.
He leaves the heavenly throne
And would the entire world
From its own chains of slav’ry
And its own servitude deliver.
O deed most wonderful!
God is made man and on earth desires
E’en lowlier than we to live and much more humbly.
3. Aria (A)
In Jesus' meekness can I strength,
Nought but pure health and wealth reveal,
Yea, his own wonder-working hand
Will just with wreathes of blessing bind me.
4. Recit. (T)
Thou precious Son of God,
5. Chorale (S, A, T, B)
Today he opens new the door
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