Where do I find comfort

One love I know that is faithful,

That has been faithful through all the time since I found it,

That with deep sighs has ever anew,

Always forgivingly, allied itself to me.

He, who once with heavenly patience,

Drank the bitter, bitter drops of death,

Hung upon the cross and atoned for my transgressions

Until they sank into a sea of mercy.

And what is happening now, why I am sad?

Why do I anxiously writhe upon the ground?

Asking: Watchman, is the night soon over?

And: What shall save me from death and sin?

Erring heart! Yes, only admit it,

You have again conceived evil passions;

Pious love, the track of pious faithfulness,

Ah, those have been gone for a long while now.

Yes, that is why then that I am saddened,

That I anxiously writhe upon the ground!

Watchman, watchman is the night soon over?

And what shall save me from death and sin?