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        Aria  
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          1. Be thou content; be still before 
          His face, at whose 
          right hand doth reign 
          Fulness of joy for 
          evermore, 
          Without whom all thy 
          toil is vain. 
          He is thy living spring, 
          thy sun, whose rays 
          Make glad with life 
          and light thy dreary days. 
          Be thou content. 
        2. In Him 
          is comfort, light and grace, 
          And changeless love 
          beyond our thought; 
          The sorest pang, the 
          worst disgrace, 
          If He is there, shall 
          harm thee not. 
          He can lift off thy 
          cross, and loose thy bands, 
          And calm thy fears, 
          nay, death is in His hands. 
          Be thou content. 
           
          3. Wie dirs und andern oft ergehe, 
          ist ihm wahrlich nicht verborgen, 
          er sieht und kennet aus der Höhe 
          der betrübten Herzen Sorgen. 
          Er zählt den Lauf 
          der heissen Tränen. 
          und fasst zuhauf 
          all unser Sehnen. 
          Gib dich zufrieden.  
        4. Or art 
          thou friendless and alone, 
          Hast none in whom thou 
          canst confide? 
          God careth for thee, 
          lonely one, 
          Comfort and help will 
          He provide. 
          He sees thy sorrows 
          and thy hidden grief, 
          He knoweth when to 
          send thee quick relief; 
          Be thou content. 
        5. Thy heart's 
          unspoken pain He knows, 
          Thy secret signs He 
          hears full well, 
          What to none else thou 
          dar'st disclose, 
          To Him thou mayst with 
          boldness tell; 
          He is not far away, 
          but ever nigh, 
          And answereth willingly 
          the poor man's cry. 
          Be thou content. 
        6. Be not 
          o'er-mastered by thy pain, 
          But cling to God, thou 
          shalt not fall; 
          The floods sweep over 
          thee in vain, 
          Thou yet shalt rise 
          above them all; 
          For when thy trial 
          seems to hard to bear, 
          Lo! God, thy King, 
          hath granted all thy prayer: 
          Be thou content. 
        7. Why art 
          thou full of anxious fear 
          How thou shalt be sustained 
          and fed? 
          He who hath made and 
          placed thee here, 
          Will give the needful 
          daily bread; 
          Canst thou not trust 
          His rich and bounteous hand, 
          Who feeds all living 
          things on sea and land? 
          Be thou content. 
        8. He who 
          doth teach the little birds 
          To find their meat 
          in field and wood, 
          Who gives the countless 
          flocks and herds 
          Each day their needful 
          drink and food, 
          Thy hunger too will 
          surely satisfy, 
          And all thy wants in 
          His good time supply. 
          Be thou content. 
        9. Sayst 
          thou, I know not how or where, 
          No help I see where'er 
          I turn; 
          When of all else we 
          most despair, 
          The riches of God's 
          love we learn; 
          When thou and I His 
          hand no longer trace, 
          He leads us forth into 
          a pleasant place. 
          Be thou content. 
        10. Though 
          long His promised aid delay, 
          At last it will be 
          surely sent: 
          Though thy heart sink 
          in sore dismay, 
          The trial for thy good 
          is meant. 
          What we have won with 
          pains we hold more fast, 
          What tarrieth long 
          is sweeter at the last. 
          Be thou content. 
        11. Lay 
          not to heart whate'er of ill 
          Thy foes may falsely 
          speak of thee, 
          Let man defame thee 
          as he will, 
          God hears, and judges 
          righteously. 
          Why shouldst thou fear, 
          if God be on thy side, 
          Man's cruel anger, 
          or malicious pride? 
          Be thou content. 
           
          12. Hat er doch selbst auch wohl das Seine, 
          wann ers sehen könnt und wollte: 
          wo ist ein Glück, so klar und reine, 
          dem nicht etwas fehlen sollte? 
          Wo ist ein Haus, 
          das könnte sagen : 
          Ich weiss durchaus 
          von keinen Plagen. 
          Gib dich zufrieden. 
           
          14. Es ist ein Ruhetag verhanden, 
          da uns unser Gott wird lösen, 
          er wird uns reissen aus den Banden 
          dieses Leibs und allem Bösen. 
          Es wird einmal 
          der Tod herspringen 
          und aus der Qual 
          uns sämtlich bringen 
          Gib dich zufrieden 
            
        13. We know 
          for us a rest remains, 
          When God will give us sweet release 
          From earth and all our mortal chains, 
          And turn our sufferings into peace. 
          Sooner or later death will surely come 
          To end our sorrows, and to take us home: 
          Be thou content. 
           
          15. Home to the chosen ones, who here 
          Served their Lord faithfully 
          and well, 
          Who died in peace, 
          without a fear, 
          And there in peace 
          for ever dwell; 
          The Everlasting is 
          their joy and stay, 
          The Eternal Word Himself 
          to them doth say, 
          Be thou content! 
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