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Recitative: Soprano
solo
Violin
I + II
Viola
Basso continuo
Aria (Duett): Alto solo, Tenor solo
Bassoon
Basso continuo
Recitative: Bass solo
Basso continuo
Aria: Soprano solo
Violin
I + II
Viola
Basso continuo
Chorale: Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Violin
I + II
Viola
Basso continuo
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My God, how long, how long then?
Of grief there is too much,
I see no end at all
Of yearning and of sorrow!
Thy soothing face of grace
Beneath the night and clouds itself hath hidden;
Thy hand of love, is now, ah, quite withdrawn;
For comfort I'm most anxious.
I find now, to this wretch's daily anguish,
My cup of tears is ever full replenished,
The joyful wine doth fail;
And falls nigh all my confidence!
Thou must trust now, thou must hope now,
Thou must rest assured in God!
Jesus knows the proper hour,
Thee with help to fill with joy.
When this troubled time is over,
All his heart shall thee lie open
So be, O spirit, be contented!
If it should to thine eyes appear
As if thy dearest friend
Were e'er from thee now parted,
When he a short time thee hath left,
Heart, keep thy faith:
A short time will it be,
When he for bitter weeping
The wine of hope and gladness,
And honey sweet for bitter gall will grant thee!
Ah, do not think
That he delights to bring thee sadness;
He only tests through sorrow thine affection;
He maketh now thy heart to weep through cheerless hours,
So that his gracious light
To thee appear e'en still more lovely;
He hath reserved thy joy
For last,
To thy delight and consolation;
So yield to him, O heart, in all things power!
Cast, my heart now, cast thyself
In the Highest's loving bosom,
That he grant to thee his mercy.
Lay now all thy sorrows' yoke,
All that thee till now hath burdened,
On the shoulders of his mercy.
Though it should seem he were opposed,
Be thou by this not frightened,
For where he is at best with thee,
His wont is not to show it.
His word take thou more certain still,
And though thy heart say only No,
Yet let thyself not shudder.
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