| It's a joy, gracious joy
Not to be the enslaved toy
Of distant, dark and subtle foes
Now that my soul with Jesus goes!
By one blood are we bought so dear,
In one blood we no longer fear
To open hearts and mind to Thee
Who in thou spirit makes us free
To love and bear beyond all hope
To give and share beyond all scope
That once we thought would limit all,
But now I hear my brothers call.
I thank you, Jesus! Thanks my Lord,
My king, my Saviour, wisdom's hoard!
I bow my knees with humble heart,
And beg you: keep me on my guard!
© Roland R. Nötzelmann | |
