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If God Himself Be for Me

"If God Himself Be for Me"

by Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676

Text From:


(St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1942), pp. 370-372



1. If God Himself be for me,

I may a host defy;

For when I pray, before me

My foes, confounded, fly.

If Christ, my Head and Master,

Befriend me from above,

What foe or what disaster

Can drive me from His love?

2. This I believe, yea, rather,

Of this I make my boast,

That God is my dear Father,

The Friend who loves me most,

And that, whate'er betide me,

My Savior is at hand

Through stormy seas to guide me

And bring me safe to land.

3. I build on this foundation,

That Jesus and His blood

Alone are my salvation,

The true, eternal good.

Without Him all that pleases

Is valueless on earth;

The gifts I owe to Jesus

Alone my love are worth.

4. My Jesus is my Splendor,

My Sun, my Light, alone;

Were He not my Defender

Before God's awe-full throne,

I never should find favor

And mercy in His sight,

But be destroyed forever

As darkness by the light.

5. He canceled my offenses,

Delivered me from death;

He is the Lord who cleanses

My soul from sin through faith.

In Him I can be cheerful,

Bold, and undaunted aye;

In Him I am not fearful

Of God's great Judgment Day.

6. Naught, naught, can now condemn me

Nor set my hope aside;

Now hell no more can claim me,

Its fury I deride.

No sentence e'er reproves me,

No ill destroys my peace;

For Christ, my Savior, loves me

And shields me with His grace.

7. His Spirit in me dwelleth,

And o'er my mind He reigns.

All sorrow He dispelleth

And soothes away all pains.

He crowns His work with blessing

And helpeth me to cry,

"My Father!" without ceasing,

To Him who dwells on high.

8. And when my soul is lying

Weak, trembling, and opprest,

He pleads with groans and sighing

That cannot be exprest;

But God's quick eye discerns them,

Although they give no sound,

And into language turns them

E'en in the heart's deep ground.

9. To mine His Spirit speaketh

Sweet word of holy cheer,

How God to him that seeketh

For rest is always near

And how He hath erected

A city fair and new,

Where what our faith expected

We evermore shall view.

10. In yonder home doth flourish

My heritage, my lot;

Though here I die and perish,

My heaven shall fail me not.

Though care my life oft saddens

And causeth tears to flow,

The light of Jesus gladdens

And sweetens every woe.

11. Who clings with resolution

To Him whom Satan hates

Must look for persecution;

For him the burden waits

Of mockery, shame, and losses,

Heaped on his blameless head;

A thousand plagues and crosses

Will be his daily bread.

12. From me this is not hidden,

Yet I am not afraid;

I leave my cares, as bidden,

To whom my vows were paid.

Though life and limb it cost me

And everything I won,

Unshaken shall I trust Thee

And cleave to Thee alone.

13. Though earth be rent asunder,

Thou'rt mine eternally;

Not fire nor sword nor thunder

Shall sever me from Thee;

Not hunger, thirst, nor danger,

Not pain nor poverty

Nor mighty princes' anger

Shall ever hinder me.

14. No angel and no gladness,

No throne, no pomp, no show,

No love, no hate, no sadness,

No pain, no depth of woe,

No scheme of man's contrivance,

However small or great,

Shall draw me from Thy guidance

Nor from Thee separate.

15. My heart for joy is springing

And can no more be sad,

'Tis full of mirth and singing,

Sees naught but sunshine glad.

The Sun that cheers my spirit

Is Jesus Christ, my King;

That which I shall inherit

Makes me rejoice and sing.



Hymn #528 from The Handbook to The Lutheran Hymnal

Text: Rom. 8:31-39

Author: Paul Gerhardt

Translated by: based on Richard Massie, 1857

Titled: Ist Gott fuer mich, so trete

Composer: Melckior Teschner, 1613

Tune: Valet will ich dir geben