Saints, Let Go All Apprehension

 

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Tune: Freu dich sehr (LSB 347)

 

Be Faithful unto Death

1 Saints, let go all apprehension,

In the clouds He soon shall come,

Christ, your Lord and your Redemption,

Shall appear to take you home;

Dried shall be each crying eye

Healed our hearts from every sigh,

When He fills with joy our spirit

In the glory we inherit. 

 

2 For your Lord, so long forgiving,

Stir your hearts to give Him praise;

Walk in holiness of living

In these evil, latter days;

Cast aside what Him offends,

Claim the grace His Spirit sends,

Drink Christ’s mercy in repentance,

Let His blood now cleanse your conscience. 

 

3 In His Word His Spirit preaches,

He, sweet oil, so glad and free,

Filling you with what He teaches,

Lifting you from death to see

New Jerusalem above,

Mother of the sons of Love,

Soon as Christ’s own Bride appearing,

With her Lord His glory sharing. 

 

4 Who here died with Christ his Savior

There shall have the life He brings;

Those enduring here will ever

Reign with Him as priests and kings;

He who here denies His name,

There shall meet his Judge with shame;

He who unto death believeth

There the crown of life receiveth. 

 

5 Faithful Jesus, bring Thy glory

To Thy saints who suffer here;

End this earth’s sad, sinful story

With Thy joy that shall appear

Scatt’ring death’s dark memory

With Thy face which we shall see,

Knowing Thee as Thou hast known us,

Owning Thee as Thou dost own us. 

`11/15/23