Joy Comes in the Morning

Lieder der Hutterischen Brüder, 48

With joy I sing to God who helps me out of distress! Though the heathen rage he stands bravely with me. He frees me and his honour floats forever on high!

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. All you converted ones, praise the Lord with me! Rejoice before him and make his wonders known! He tramples on his enemies, but with his chosen people he makes a covenant that will stand forever. Come let us sing and honour the Lord with our whole heart! Let us worship him on our knees for he is our God. We are the sheep of his pasture, let no amount of trouble separate us from him!

From the rising of the sun to when it sets again, let every tongue praise God. Let us depend on him and not on worldly rulers. God will bring his scattered children together and build Jerusalem again. He will heal all broken hearts, and bind up every wound. Praise him with joy! Praise him heaven and angels! Praise him sun and moon and lights around the throne!

Praise God in his holiness, praise him in his strength and glory! Let the trumpets sound. Sing with harps and psaltery. Everything alive, sing and leap before God in never-ending joy!

Martin Zehentmayer,     -1528,  Langenmoosen, Aichach, Bayern, DE
son of a wealthy family, learned painting, converted, arrested with believers at Schwäbish-Gmünd, beheaded with six others, including 16-year-old son of the local miller.

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