Cantata 7

Christ unser Herr zum Jordan kam

 

1. Chorus

Christ did our Lord to Jordan come,
His Father’s will fulfilling,
And from Saint John baptism took,
His work and charge to accomplish;
Here would he found for us a bath
To wash us clean from error,
To drown as well our bitter death
In his own blood and anguish;
A life restored it gave us.

2. Aria

Mark and hear, O mankind’s children,
What God did baptism call.

        True, there must be water here,

 

        But mere water not alone.

 

        God’s word and Holy Ghost

 

    • Bathes and purifies the sinners.

3. Recit.

This hath God shown
In words and in examples clear to all;
At Jordan’s bank the Father plainly let
His voice resound while Christ was being baptized;
He said: This is my own dear Son,(1)
In whom I have now found great pleasure;(2)
He is from heaven’s lofty throne
To help the world
In meek and humble form descended
And hath the flesh and blood
Of mankind’s children to him taken;
Him take ye now as your Redeemer true
And listen to his precious teaching!

4. Aria

The Father’s voice itself resounded,
The Son, who us with blood did buy,
Was as a very man baptized.
The Spirit came, a dove appearing,
So that our faith would never doubt that
It was the Holy Trinity
Which gave baptism unto us.

5. Recit.

When Jesus there endured his passion
And had been raised again,
And from this world would to his Father go,
Spake he to his disciples:
Go forth to all the world and preach to all the gentiles,
He who believes and is baptized on earth now
Shall then be justified and blessed.(3)

6. Aria

Mankind, trust now in this mercy,
That ye not in error die,
Nor in hell’s foul pit decay!
Human works and sanctity(4)
Never count before God’s throne.
Sins are ours innately given,
We are lost by our own nature;
Faith and baptism(5) make them clean
That they not perdition bring.

7. Chorale

The eye alone the water sees,
As men pour out the water,
But faith alone the pow’r perceives
Christ Jesus’ blood hath given;
For faith there is a sea of red
By Christ’s own blood now colored,
Which all transgressions healeth well
Which Adam hath bequeathed us
And by ourselves committed.