Job 3:25-26

Chorale Book for England.

The thing you fear the most will come upon you

Font Aa Aa. Text Size A A. Show footnotes When clicked On the bottom On the side. Reader Width. Original Tune. Ich steh' in Angst und Pein S. Dach , A dread hath come on me, I know not where to flee, My pow'rs can nought avail me; My trembling limbs grow weak, My lips refuse to speak, My heart and senses fail me: For thinking on that sound That once shall pierce the ground And make its slumb'rers tremble,-- "Arise!

Before the judge assemble! Ah God! I eat, or wake, or sleep, I talk, or smile, or weep, Yet still that voice of thunder Is sounding through my heart,-- "Forget not what thou art, The doom thou liest under! For daily do I see How many deaths there be, How swiftly all things wither; How sickness fills the grave, Or fire, or sword, or wave Is sweeping thousands thither.

My turn will soon be here, The end is drawing near, I hear its warning plainly; Death knocketh at my door And tells me all is o'er, And I would fly him vainly. Will all things leave me friendless? My wealth and power are dust, This Judge is ever just, His righteous doom is endless. Lord Jesus Christ! Speak Thou for me!