1In sighs and tears there is no end;
2My soul, on heaven alone depend.
3Sighs like the air doth clouds
4Which tears from our sad eyes dispense.
5Trust me, in sighs there is no ease:
6No more than wind doth calm the seas;
7And tears (ah me) descend in vain;
8To sighs they
9In this sad circle I run round,
10Till giddily I tumble down;
11But should poor I
suspire to air,
12I know the sad fruits of despair.
13Or should I into tears dissolve
14What horror would my soul
15Then, gracious God, in Thee I’ll trust,
16Although Thou crumble me to
17No grief shall so
18To separate my soul from Thee.
Of nothing Thou didst me create,
20And shouldst Thou now annihilate,
22O, let it be unto Thy glory.