J.S.Bach - O Jesu Christ, meins Lebens Licht BWV 118

O Jesu Christ, meins Lebens Licht,
mein Hort, mein Trost, mein Zuversicht,
auf Erden bin ich nur ein Gast,
und drückt mich sehr der Sünden Last.

Auf deinen Abschied Herr ich trau
Darauf mein letzte Heimfahrt bau.
Tu mir die Himmelstür weit auf
Wenn ich beschließ mein Lebenslauf.

O Jesus Christ, light of my life,
my refuge, my comfort, my trust,
on earth I am but a guest
and the burden of sins weighs heavily upon me.

On your departure, Lord, I place my trust
On it I rely for my last journey home.
Open wide heaven's gate for me,
When I complete my life's course.

Bach - The Organ Concertos - Richter

Concerto Nr 2 in A minor BWV 593 - Adagio. Senza Pedale a due Clav.

Bach - Cantata BWV 82 Ich habe genung / I have now enough

BWV 82 Ich habe genung

The Purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary (The Presentation of Christ in the Temple).

 Poet unknown.

2 February 1727, Leipzig; again 2 February 1731, perhaps also in 1730, transposed to E minor for flute and soprano.

1. Aria (B)

I have now enough,
I have now my Savior, the hope of the faithful
Within my desiring embrace now enfolded;
I have now enough!

On him have I gazed,
My faith now hath Jesus impressed on my heart;
I would now, today yet, with gladness
Make hence my departure.

2. Recit. (B)

I have now enough.
My hope is this alone,
That Jesus might belong to me and I to him.
In faith I hold to him,
For I, too, see with Simeon
The gladness of that life beyond.
Let us in this man's burden join!
Ah! Would that from the bondage of my body
The Lord might free me.
Ah! My departure, were it here,
With joy I'd say to thee, O world:
I have now enough.

3. Aria (B)

Slumber now, ye eyes so weary,
Fall in soft and calm repose!

World, I dwell no longer here,
Since I have no share in thee
Which my soul could offer comfort.
Here I must with sorrow reckon,
But yet, there, there I shall witness
Sweet repose and quiet rest.

4. Recit. (B)

My God! When comes that blessed "Now!"
When I in peace shall walk forever
Both in the sand of earth's own coolness
And there within thy bosom rest?
My parting is achieved,
O world, good night!

5. Aria (B)

Rejoicing do I greet my death,
Ah, would that it had come already.

I'll escape then all the woe
Which doth here in the world confine me.