Lieder der Hutterischen Brüder, 200
Go up my soul and lay your weight of grief before the Healing One, the Redeemer. Do not let the load you carry pull you down. Let it drive you instead to the Comforter!
I feel my spirit weakening, my flesh about to give way. I am sorely tempted to fall from the road that leads, Lord Christ, to you. No music of organs and cymbals cheers me anymore.
But you know how it is. You will not reject me in my anguish. The sound of your Word will keep me from giving up.
Do not prolong the turmoil I find myself in, and of which I keep thinking day and night. Touch me rather with your grace.
Then glory, joy, and eternal honour will rest on those that trust in you—those bound in faith to you, without hypocrisy—those that build on no one but you and reject the world, the devil, and all his works.
This world is full of hypocrisy and deceit. People pay no attention to God and live by their own desires. Where shall the godly go? Let me strengthen my heart, Lord, in you!
Do what you want with me, Lord. Knock the Adam inside me down so he doesn’t talk back to you again. Give me the spirit of perseverance to keep on carrying my cross, and to keep from resisting your will.
I commit my poor spirit into your hands. Do not abandon me in my hour of death!
Wolfgang Sailer, ca. 1500-1550, Anabaptist leader at Auspitz, Moravia