Round the cantus firmus hung golden garlands of leaves, and such blissfulness was breathed from within it, that you yourself avowed that if life was bereft of all hope and faith, this one chorale could renew them for you. I was silent and went away dazed into God’s acre, feeling acutely pained that I could lay no flower on his urn.
For comments on Johann Crüger see [Hymn 242].
MORNING
553. Light of Light enlighten me
Benjamin Schmolck, 1672-1737
Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1829-78
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Licht vom Licht! erleuchte mich
Bei dem neuen Tageslichte!
Gnadensonn’, enthülle dich