8th September 1726, Leipzig

Alto solo
Oboe I + II
Taille
Organ obligato
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Part 1







Soul with spirit is bewildered
When it thee, my God, beholds.
For the wonder which it seeth
And the folk with triumph telleth
Hath it deaf and dumb now made.



I am amazed;
For ev'rything we see
Must give us cause to marvel.
Regarding thee,
Thou precious Son of God,
From me
My reason and my sense do flee.
Thou art the reason
That even miracles next thee so wretched seem.
Thou art
In name and deed and office truly wonderful,
There is no thing of wonder on the earth like thee.
For hearing givest thou the deaf,
The dumb thou dost return their speaking,
Yea, more than this,
Dost open the lids of eyes unseeing.
These, these are works of wonder,
And to their power
Doth e'en the angel choir lack strength to give expression.

God hath all so well achieved.
His devotion, his good faith
We see ev'ry day renewed.
When both fear and toil oppress us,
He hath ample comfort sent us,
For he tendeth us each day.
God hath all so well achieved.

Part 2








Ah, mighty God, let me
Then this alway remember,
And then I can
Content within my soul implant thee.
For me let thy sweet Hephata
My heart so obstinate now soften;
Ah, lay thou but upon mine ear thy gracious finger,
Or else I soon must perish.
Touch, too, my tongue's restraint
With thine own mighty hand,
That I may all these signs of wonder
In sacred worship praise now,
Myself thine heir and child revealing.

I seek alone with God to live now,
Ah, would that now the time were come,
To raise a glad hallelujah
With all the angels in rejoicing.
My dearest Jesus, do release
This sorrow-laden yoke of pain
And let me soon within thy bosom
My life so full of torment finish.

2 Corinthians 3: 4-11

Mark 7: 31-37