God ever thus His Own hath tried,
And those He loves doth chasten;
Hope still, Midst ill,
Calm though grieving, Firm believing
Tribulation
Is the road to sure Salvation.
[Abendlied.]
Beschirme mich unter dem Schatten deiner Flügel.
Nun ruhen alle Wälder,
Vieh, Menschen, Städt und Felder,