20 The Singing Advent Calendar - Beside Thy Cradle Here I Stand. Johann Sebastian Bach 1. Now at the manger here I stand, My Jesus, Life from Heaven! I stand, and bring Thee in my hand What Thou to me …More
20 The Singing Advent Calendar - Beside Thy Cradle Here I Stand.
Johann Sebastian Bach
1. Now at the manger here I stand, My Jesus, Life from Heaven! I stand, and bring Thee in my hand What Thou to me hast given. Take it, it is my mind and wit, Heart, soul, and all I have, take it, And deign to let it please Thee! 2. With Thy great love beyond compare, My soul Thou fillest ever, Thy glance so sweet, Thine image fair, My heart forgetteth never. How otherwise e’er could it be, How could I ever banish Thee, From my heart’s throne, O Saviour! 3. Ere ever I began to be, Thou hadst for me appearèd, And as Thine own hadst chosen me Ere Thee I knew or fearèd. Before I by Thy hand was made, Thou hadst the plan in order laid, How Thou Thyself shouldst give me. 4. I lay still in death’s deepest night, Till Thou, my Sun, arising, Didst bring joy, pleasure, life, and light, My waken’d soul surprising. O Sun! who dost so graciously Faith’s goodly light to dawn in me Aye cause; Thy beams how beauteous …More
Johann Sebastian Bach
1. Now at the manger here I stand, My Jesus, Life from Heaven! I stand, and bring Thee in my hand What Thou to me hast given. Take it, it is my mind and wit, Heart, soul, and all I have, take it, And deign to let it please Thee! 2. With Thy great love beyond compare, My soul Thou fillest ever, Thy glance so sweet, Thine image fair, My heart forgetteth never. How otherwise e’er could it be, How could I ever banish Thee, From my heart’s throne, O Saviour! 3. Ere ever I began to be, Thou hadst for me appearèd, And as Thine own hadst chosen me Ere Thee I knew or fearèd. Before I by Thy hand was made, Thou hadst the plan in order laid, How Thou Thyself shouldst give me. 4. I lay still in death’s deepest night, Till Thou, my Sun, arising, Didst bring joy, pleasure, life, and light, My waken’d soul surprising. O Sun! who dost so graciously Faith’s goodly light to dawn in me Aye cause; Thy beams how beauteous …More