BWV 170 Vergn�gte Ruh, beliebte Seelenlust
Sixth Sunday after Trinity. Georg Christian Lehms, Gottgef�lliges Kirchen-Opffer (Darmstadt, 1711); Facs: Neumann T, p. 260. 28 July 1726, Leipzig. BG 33; NBA I/17. 1. Aria (A) Contented rest, belove'd inner joy,
But rather in the heavenly concord; Thou only mak'st the weak breast strong. Thus I'll let only virtue's talents Within my heart maintain their dwelling. 2. Recit. (A) The world, that house of sin,
What sorrow fills me for these hearts so wayward, Who have, my God, so much offended thee; I tremble, yea, and feel a thousand torments, When they in nought but harm and hate find joy. O righteous God, what may�st thou then consider, When they who deal alone with Satan�s schemers Thy judgment�s stern command so bold do flout. Ah, I�ve no doubt but that thou then hast thought: What sorrow fills me for these hearts so wayward! 4. Recit. (A) Who should therefore, desire To live in this existence, When we just hate and misery Before his love observe? But, since I, too, my foe As were he my best friend By God�s commandment am to love, Thus flees My heart all wrath and hate And seeks alone with God its dwelling, Who is himself called love. Alas, O peaceful soul, When will he thee indeed bring to his heav�nly Zion? 5. Aria (A) I'm sick and tired of living,
Let me find there that dwelling Wherein I may have rest. 1. Hebrew Raca 'thou fool!' Cf. Mt. 5:22. � Copyright Z. Philip Ambrose |