Clasping of Hands

Lord, Thou art mine, and I am Thine, If mine I am; and Thine much more Lord, Thou art mine, and I am Thine, If mine I am; and Thine much more Then I or ought or can be mine. Yet to be Thine doth me restore, So that again I now am mine, And […]

Artillery

As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thoughts a star did shoot into my lap.

Affliction III

My heart did heave, and there came forth, 'O God'! By that I knew that thou wast in the grief,

Affliction II

Kill me not ev'ry day, Thou Lord of life, since thy one death for me

Affliction

When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: