The Life and Works of Christopher Dock/8 Hymns with Translation

by Christopher Dock

For other versions of this work, see Hymn (Dock).

1.

Ye sinners come along,

Your Jesus to behold,

How He in pain doth hang

Upon the cross's cruel stem,

Disfigured in a dreadful way,

His godlike countenance

With blood is sprinkled over,

Unlike to any human creature.

2.

From head to foot

Is Jesus mangled so,

His body is wholly racked,

All his limbs are wounded,

Behold, oh child of man,

This is due to our sins,

Yea, yea, He through sin alone

Upon the cross doth hang.

3.

See Jesus draw his dying gasps,

Of powers all bereft,

To death He must succumb.

He now doth bow His head;

The sun and e'en the moon

Are with darkness overcast;

In pain He now doth reap

The penalty, the reward of sin

4.

Therefore, ye Christians all,

Be mindful of this time,

They moist His tongue with gall,

In His great suffering;

Through thorns, scoffs and scorn,

He wins the heavenly crown,

These we shall bear with joy,

A trophy of His victory.

5.

Oh, Jesus, let Thy sorrow,

Thy bitter pain of death

On me, when I must part,

Be not in vain.

Grant to us Thy grace,

When life's end draws nigh,

And when I pass death's dark vale,

Then lend to me Thy guiding hand.

6.

Oh Jesus, give to me

Such a little drop of blood

As there upon the naked earth,

At the cross doth lie;

May this rose-colored blood,

Come to me a sacred boon,

When once this soul of mine,

Shall leave behind this mortal coil.

1.

Delightful Christ,

Thou which art

My pleasure,

Thou art the joy of my heart,

I bear Thee in my bosom,

Oh thou beautiful light of heaven.

2.

Thou hast Thyself,

Yea, for me,

Let be crucified.

And Thy rose-colored blood,

Is my soul's consolation,

When it strives in greatest needs.

3.

Thus, treasure.

Let me find

Room with Thee,

As Thou hast redemption free,

E'en for me, Thy child, prepared

And paid the debt for all my sins.

4.

Say'st Thou not

Thy countenance

Beholds the poor?

Just as doth a father,

Over his molested lot,

Look betimes in pity.

5.

I can't conceive

That only Thy tongue

Spoke to him forgiveness

Who repentance felt within the temple,

And in sorrow smote his breast.

6.

Nay, on Thee

I rely,

Thou canst save,

Even though blanchèd death,

E'en though hell, pain and torment,

Me within their jaws hold fast.

7.

Take me up,

When my life,

Will meet its close,

Let within Thy silken shrine,

My soul rest in safety,

For Thy blood for me was shed.

8.

Go, oh world,

Me doth please

Naught upon this earth,

Sorrow lurks in vanity,

Joy abounds in blessedness;

Jesus, grant me Thy salvation.

THE GOLDEN A. B. C.

Mel. Psalm cxxxiv.

1.

Put thy trust in God alone,

On the help of men thou shalt not rely,

It is only God whose faith doth hold,

No other trust is there on earth.

2.

Guard thine honor, avoid shame;

Honor is indeed the greatest gain;

If thou should'st miss a single chance,

Then wilt thine honor pass away.

3.

Talk not too much, but listen more,

It will bring thee glory, honor, praise,

With silence no one makes a slip,

Gabbling leads many into sin and shame.

4.

To the great give way, be humble,

That they bring thee not into trouble;

To the lowly also do no harm,

Then thou wilt always be in peace and rest.

5.

Be not puffed up with lofty pride,

If thou hast gained a great success;

It was not given with that intent,

That thou should'st thus exult thyself.

6.

Let piety be thy satisfaction,

It's more than gold, believe me true;

Though riches and honor part from thee,

Yet abideth still true piety.

7.

At all times, be mindful of the poor,

If thou hast been blest by God,

Or thou mayest have the fate

That Christ ascribes to the rich man.

8.

If any one hath done good by thee,

Of him shalt thou ever mindful be;

A heartfelt sorrow shall come to thee

If thou shalt show ingratitude.

9.

In thy youth thou shalt keep

Thyself at labor with all zeal;

Hereafter labor will be o'erhard,

When thou shalt be of ripe old age.

10.

Be not disturbed by every one

Who claims before thine eyes to serve thee;

Not all proceeds from a true heart.

However sweet and lovely speaks the tongue.

11.

Let not misfortune trouble thee,

When success doth withdraw itself;

Beginning and end are not the same,

As one hath often noticed this.

12.

Always be moderate in anger,

Let no small cause create some strife;

Through anger the heart becometh blind

That no one knows himself aright.

13.

Be not ashamed, is my best advice,

If one doth teach thee something new;

Him who knows, one doth prize,

The foolish all do despise.

14.

Oh consider, if one makes complaint

Before thee, not to believe too soon,

Nor pass a hasty judgment,

But hear also the defendant's word.

15.

Pomp and arrogance avoid always,

That thou may'st not fall into disgrace;

Many a man was high esteemed

If he disdained haughtiness and display.

16.

Neither speak nor think of any one evil,

For no one lives without a break;

If thou shouldst speak without restraint

One could soon put thee to silence.

17.

Call upon God in every time of trouble,

He will indeed be thy help and strength;

He leadeth each one out of anguish,

Who only doth His righteous will.

18.

Provide for thyself, the time is evil,

The world is full of deceit and godlessness;

Wilt thou cling to worldly things,

Harm and shame thou canst not escape.

19.

Always seek to do what's right,

Even if not all do praise thee;

For no one can act in such a way,

That each and all are pleased thereby.

20.

Rely not on earthly things,

All temporal joy fades to naught;

Thus the man who wise would be,

Seeks alone the eternal good.

21.

Should some one wish to strive with thee,

I advise you keep in silence still;

And do not help him on the track,

Or give him cause for acting thus.

22.

Xerxes put his trust in armies,

Therefore he was beaten sadly;

If thou must strive, trust in God,

Then always seek the paths of peace.

23.

The more thy days the more turn to God,

Lest thou fall into Satan's scorn;

Man will always have such reward

As he in life in deeds hath done.

24.

Deck all thy acts with probity,

Consider ever the end of life ;

Hasty acting and after thought,

Have many men to sorrow brought.

THE END.