Vierstimmiger gemischter Chor
Alt solo
Tenor solo
Trumpete
Piccolo flute
Travers flute
Oboe d`amore I + II
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Choir: Ye will be weeping and wailing, although the world will be joyful.
Bass: But ye will be most sorrowful. Yet all your sadness shall into gladness find transformation.

Who ought then not in lamentation sink,
If our belove'd is torn from us?
Our souls' true health, the refuge of sick spirits,
Pays no heed to our sorrow.

There is besides thee no physician,
Though I should search all Gilead; (1.)
Who'll heal the wounds of my transgressions,
While here there is no balm for me?
If thou dost hide, then I must perish.
Have mercy now, ah, hear my prayer!
Thou seekest, yea, not my destruction,
So come, in hope my heart's yet firm.

When once my fear is past, thou shalt again restore me; (2.)
Thus will I me for thine approach get ready,
I trust in what thy word assures,
That all my sadness now
To gladness shall find transformation.

Recover now, O troubled feelings,
Ye cause yourselves excess of woe.
Leave off your sorrowful beginning,
Ere I in tears collapse and fall,
My Jesus is again appearing,
O gladness which nought else can match!
What good to me thereby is given,
Take, take my heart, my gift to thee!

I have thee but a little while,
O dearest child, forsaken;
But lo, now, lo, with fortune fair
And comfort past all measure,
Will I for sure the crown of joy
Put on thee for thine honor.
And thy brief pain shall be to joy
And lasting health converted.

1 Peter 2: 11-20

John 16: 16-23