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        Aria (Duetto): Soprano 
        solo, Tenor solo 
        Oboe 
        Basso continuo 
         
        Recitative: Alto solo 
        Violin 
        I + II 
        Viola 
        Bassoon 
        Basso continuo  
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        Aria: 
        Alto solo 
        Oboe 
        Violin 
        I + II 
        Viola 
        Bassoon 
        Basso continuo  
         
        Recitative: 
        Bass solo 
        Bassoon 
        Basso continuo 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        Aria: 
        Bass solo 
        Bassoon 
        Basso continuo 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        Chorale: Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass 
        Oboe 
        Violin 
        I + II 
        Viola 
        Bassoon 
        Basso continuo  
         
         
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          O heart filled with mercy and love everlasting, 
          Stir up and arouse now my spirit with thine; 
          So that I may practise both goodness and mercy, 
          O thou, flame of loving, come soften my heart.  
           
          Ye hearts which have yourselves 
          To stony cliffs perverted, 
          Now melt to softness mild; 
          Now weigh what you the Savior teacheth, 
          Act, act with charity 
          And strive while yet on earth now 
          To be just like the Father! 
          Ah! Summon not through that forbidden judgment 
          Almighty God to judgment's seat, 
          Else will his zealous wrath destroy you. 
          Forgive and ye will be forgiven; 
          Give, give within this lifetime; 
          Store up a principal 
          Which there one day 
          God will repay with ample store of interest. 
          For as ye judge, so will ye be judged also.  
           
          Be concerned within this life, 
          Spirit, ample seed to scatter, 
          So the harvest thee may gladden 
          In the rich eternity 
          Where those who good things here have planted 
          Gladly there the sheaves shall gather.  
           
          How selfishness deceives itself! 
          Concern thyself 
          First from thine eye the beam to loosen, 
          Then may'st thou for the mote be also troubled 
          Which in thy neighbor's eye is found. (1.) 
          If now thy neighbor be not fully pure, 
          Remember, thou art, too, no angel; 
          Amend, then, thine own failings! 
          How can one blind man with another 
          Still walk the straight and narrow? 
          What, will they not to their great sorrow 
          Fall in the pit now both together?  
           
          This is the Christian art: 
          But God and self discerning, 
          With true affection burning, 
          Not, when forbidden, judging, 
          Nor stranger's work destroying, 
          One's neighbor not forgetting. 
          With gen'rous measure measuring: 
          This makes with God and men goodwill, 
          This is the Christian art.  
           
          I call to thee, Lord Jesus Christ, 
          I pray thee, hear my crying; 
          Both lend me grace within this life 
          And let me not lose courage; 
          The proper path, O Lord, I seek, 
          Which thou didst wish to give me: 
          For thee living, 
          My neighbor serving well, 
          Thy word upholding justly.  
          
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