Your healing word is the cause with its sweet songs,
that my breast, which once knew only anxiety,
can be revived with new strength.
My pitiful heart, after tear-filled sorrow,
now feels the bright glow of your merciful look;
your word has brought me so much consolation
that my heart laughs again as if it were beginning to dance.
How well it is with my soul!
Text taken from Bach's Cantata BWV 113
adapted by Elena Ruehr from a translation by Francis Browne