| BWV 78 Jesu, der du meine Seele
Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity.
1. Johann Rist, verse 1 of the hymn, 1641 (Fischer-Tümpel, II, #189);
2. based freely on verse 2; 3. based on verses 3, 4, and 5; 4. based freely on verses 6 and 7; 5. based on verses 8-10; 6. based freely on verse 11; 7. verse 12, the final verse of the hymn.
10 September 1724, Leipzig.
BG 18; NBA I/21.
1. Chorus [Verse 1] (S,A,T,B)
Jesus, thou who this my spirit
Hast through thy most bitter death
From the devil’s murky cavern
And that grief which plagues the soul
Forcefully snatched forth to freedom
And of this hast well assured me
Through thy most endearing word,
Be e’en now, O God, my shield!
2. Aria (S, A)
We hasten with failing but diligent paces,
O Jesus, O master, to thee for thy help.
Ah, hearken, as we
Our voices are raising to beg thee for succor!
Let on us thy countenance smile ever gracious!
Ah! I am of sin the offspring,
Ah! I wander far and wide. (1)
The sinful rash (2) which over me is coursing
My will attends alone to evil.
My soul, though, saith: ah, who will yet redeem me?
But both flesh and blood to conquer,
And bring goodness to fulfillment, (3)
Surpasseth all my power and strength. (4)
Though I my error would not bury,
Yet I cannot my many failures number.
Therefore, I take my sinful grief and pain
And all my sorrow’s burden,
Which would be past my power to carry:
I yield them to thee, Jesus, with a sigh.
Reckon not the sinful deed,
Which, O Lord, hath angered thee! (5)
4. Aria (T)
That blood which through my guilt doth stream,
Doth make my heart feel light again
And sets me free.
Should hell’s own host call me to battle,
Yet standeth Jesus firm beside me,
That I take heart and victory gain.
5. Recit. (B)
The wounding, nailing, crown and grave,
The floggings' stripes there to the Savior giv’n
For him henceforth the signs of triumph
And can endow me with new strength and power.
Whene’er an awful judgment seat
A curse upon the damned doth speak,
Thou changest it to blessing.
There is no grief nor any pain to stir me,
For them my Savior knows;
And as thy heart for me with love doth burn,
So I in turn would offer
Whate’er I own before thee.
This my heart, with grief acquainted,
Which thy precious blood hath quickened,
On the cross poured out by thee,
I give thee, Lord Jesus Christ.(6)
6. Aria (B)
Now thou will this my conscience quiet
Which gainst my will for vengeance cries;
Yea, thine own faithfulness will fill it,
Because thy word bids me have hope.
When Christian people trust thee,
No foe in all eternity
From thine embrace will steal them.
7. Chorale [Verse 12] (S,A,T,B)
Lord, I trust thee, help my weakness,
Let me, yea, not know despair;
Thou, thou canst my strength make firmer
When by sin and death I’m vexed.
Thy great goodness I’ll be trusting
’Til that day I see with gladness
Thee, Lord Jesus, battle done,
In that sweet eternity.
1. This and the preceding line are verbatim from verse 3 of the Rist hymn.
2. Aussatz ‘rash’ is any kind of skin disease, such as leprosy, eczema, or boils.
3. This and the preceding line are verbatim from verse 4 of the Rist hymn.
5. This and the preceding line are verbatim from verse 5 of the Rist hymn. Cf. Martin Luther, verse 1 of “Mitten wir im Leben” (Wackernagel, III, #12).
6. The last four lines of this movement are verbatim from Rist's hymn, verse 10.
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