0 Lord, How Happy!

From the German of Dessler.

O Lord, how happy is the time
    When in thy love I rest!
When from my weariness I climb
    Even to thy tender breast!
The night of sorrow endeth there--
    Thou art brighter than the sun;
And in thy pardon and thy care
    The heaven of heaven is won.

Let the world call herself my foe,
    Or let the world allure--
I care not for the world; I go
    To this dear friend and sure.
And when life's fiercest storms are sent
    Upon life's wildest sea,
My little bark is confident
    Because it holds by thee.

When the law threatens endless death
    Upon the dreadful hill,
Straightway from her consuming breath
    My soul goeth higher still--
Goeth to Jesus, wounded, slain,
    And maketh him her home,
Whence she will not go out again,
    And where death cannot come.

I do not fear the wilderness
    Where thou hast been before;
Nay rather will I daily press
    After thee, near thee, more!
Thou art my food; on thee I lean,
    Thou makest my heart sing;
And to thy heavenly pastures green
    All thy dear flock dost bring.

And if the gate that opens there
    Be dark to other men,
It is not dark to those who share
    The heart of Jesus then:
That is not losing much of life
    Which is not losing thee,
Who art as present in the strife
    As in the victory.

Therefore how happy is the time
    When in thy love I rest!
When from my weariness I climb
    Even to thy tender breast!
The night of sorrow endeth there--
    Thou art brighter than the sun!
And in thy pardon and thy care
    The heaven of heaven is won!