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7. Lord God, now open wide Thy heaven

The Final Conflict and Heaven

VII. Resignation.

Lord God, now open wide Thy heaven, My parting hour is near; My course is run, enough I've striven Enough I've suffer'd here; Weary and sad My soul is glad That she may lay her down to rest; Now all on earth I can resign, But only let Thy heaven be mine.

As Thou, Lord, hast commanded me, Have I with perfect faith Embraced my Saviour, and to Thee I calmly look in death; With willing heart I hence depart, I hope to stand before Thy face: Yes, all on earth I can resign, If but Thy heaven at last be mine.

Then let me go like Simeon In peace with Thee to dwell, For I commend me to Thy Son, And He will guard me well, And guide me straight To the golden gate; And in this hope I calmly die; Yes, all on earth I can resign, If but Thy heaven may now be mine.

Herr Gott nun schleuss dein Himmel auf