Lutheran Music

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That e'en then our courage may never fail us
Cheering e'en our failing years.
E'en babes with one accord
E'en death He will destroy.
E'en as the branch is in the tree,
E'en in the lowliest dwelling;
E'en though the world decay
Be brave, and conquer e'en in death,
But e'en in death still find Thee true,
That e'en the dumb may raise
That e'en a servant's lowly hand
Thou slaught'rest Him e'en as a lamb,
E'en the grave to Him complying
And trusts and blesses e'en the rod.
We'll taste e'en here the hallowed bliss
E'en for His own name's sake.
Who died for me, e'en me to atone,
For me--e'en for my soul--was shed.
E'en then this shall be all my plea:
E'en eternity's too short
All that I am, e'en here on earth,
Yea, e'en from death I'm freed.
E'en so this body, made of dust,
E'en to your foe, do what's good.
E'en in the heart's deep ground.
E'en though the earth be crumbling,
He keep e'en now his deathly hold,
E'en here to me fulfil.
E'en the lord and prince of hell.
E'en so, Amen, Lord Jesus, come!
E'en though bitter pain and strife