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One of the hymns that has been a true fount of encouragement for me over the past several weeks has been Paul Gerhardt‘s classic (translated by John Wesley) “Give to the Winds Thy Fears.” A friend of mine introduced this hymn to me a couple years ago, and I am very grateful to him for that.

My only problem with the hymn as I learned it was its tune; the hymnal my family and I use for family worship (the Worship & Service Hymnal; I picked up a handful from Fourth Baptist Church when they moved to a new hymnal several years ago) had Gerhardt’s text set to DIADEMATA (you have probably sung “Crown Him with Many Crowns” to this tune). DIADEMATA, a great tune in its own right, simply did not well serve this text of solace and encouragement.

So I did a little search of hymn tunes that use SMD (, and found that TERRA BEATA fit the text rather well (you’ve probably sung “This is My Father’s World” to this tune).

Well, my pastor and friend James Anderson was good enough to set this text to that tune in print and has been gracious enough to allow me to post a copy of it for your benefit on this site. Enjoy!

Give to the Winds Thy Fears (TERRA BEATA)

Here is a longer version of Gerhardt’s text, as translated by John Wesley (from Hymntime):

Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope and be undismayed.
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

Through waves and clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou His time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sinks thy spirit down?
Cast off the world, let fear depart
Bid every care begone.

What though Thou rulest not;
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.

And whatsoe’er Thou will’st,
Thou dost, O King of kings;
What Thine unerring wisdom chose,
Thy power to being brings.

Leave to His sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou, wondering, own that way,
How wise, how strong this hand.

Far, far above thy thought,
His counsel shall appear,
When fully He the work hath wrought,
That caused thy needless fear.

Thou seest our weakness, Lord;
Our hearts are known to Thee;
O lift Thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!

Let us in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish with our latest breath
Thy love and guardian care.