0 Lord, How Happy!

From the German of Dessler. O Lord, how happy is the time When in thy love I rest! When from my weariness I climb Even to thy tender breast! The night of sorrow endeth there-- Thou art brighter than the sun; And in thy pardon and thy care The heaven of heaven is won. Let the world call herself my foe, Or let the world allure-- I care not for the world; I go To this dear friend and sure. And when life's fiercest storms are sent Upon life's wildest sea, My little bark is confident Because it holds by thee. When the law threatens endless death Upon the dreadful hill, Straightway from her consuming breath My soul goeth higher still-- Goeth to Jesus, wounded, slain, And maketh him her home, Whence she will not go out again, And where death cannot come. I do not fear the wilderness Where thou hast been before; Nay rather will I daily press After thee, near thee, more! Thou art my food; on thee I lean, Thou makest my heart sing; And to thy heavenly pastures green All thy dear flock dost bring. And if the gate that opens there Be dark to other men, It is not dark to those who share The heart of Jesus then: That is not losing much of life Which is not losing thee, Who art as present in the strife As in the victory. Therefore how happy is the time When in thy love I rest! When from my weariness I climb Even to thy tender breast! The night of sorrow endeth there-- Thou art brighter than the sun! And in thy pardon and thy care The heaven of heaven is won!