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O blessed, will-less, childlike spirit;

True Angel-bliss of Fatherland! My heart's desires I all surrender :

There lies my soul in God's own Hand.

O Will of God! my spirits longing ;

My food in pain and misery :-
O Will of God, enchain me wholly !

So shall my will rest pure and free.

Will, work in me thy good pleasure,

Through Time, and in Eternity : Be joy or sadness here my portion,

All bliss is mine, in loving thee !

Lord, help to slay the self-life in me;

The bitter Nature-powers that strive : That I my soul to Thee surrender,

And to Thy Will for ever live!





SLEEP not, O Soul by God awakened:

Eternity's loud call obey.
We wander here 'midst shadows only:

What are we dreaming ?
Why loiter we upon our way?

Lay by each weight, and all that binds thee;

Joys that thy soul's true joy would mar.
Leave Self and Nature all behind thee:

Be ever ready :
The Bridegroom comes—He is not far.

Arise, and let us go to meet Him ;

And leave all as it standeth here :
Hear His own Summons in the Spirit !

To the pure-hearted
Rings forth that Summons loud and clear.

'Turn inwards—there thy soul shall find Him ;

And ever in the spirit pray,
That of thy time and strength none rob thee.

Thine Oil now gather!
So shall it fail not in that day.

Now, all for God! No semblance profits.

Lord, fill us with Thine Oil of Love, To feed the flame of life's devotion ;

And give us soul-light, Which nought in death can quench or move !

Arouse our hearts Thyself, O Jesus,

The pilgrim-course with might to run.
Help us in watching, praying, dying ;

And never leave us,
Until our course on Earth is done!



From all created things, That pass not with us through the grave,

My spirit turns away.

O Master, gird my loins ; And let me, as a stranger here,

Pass on; nor wish to stay !

The World hath nought in me; And I in her have nought to hope;

Her pleasures only cloy:

I close mine eyes to all. A true, eternal life alone

No dreams—can give me joy.

For ever I renounce
All that I hitherto esteemed

Upon the pilgrimage ;

'Tis but a weary load : I cannot travel whilst these cares

My heart and soul engage.

A passing stranger here, What doth this world concern my heart?

Loosened from all, and bare,

I journey on in peace. .
Joys, honours, riches, and delights ;-

I leave you lying there !

I turn e'en from the things
Of which the body still hath need:

What mine is, is not mine,

God is my Good alone;
My Life, my Portion, and my Trust :

All others I resign.

Cease, heart-grief; cease, deceit ! Thou, O my God, art all I need :

All things in Thee are found.

All Purity and Truth,
All restful inner calm and peace

Ever in Thee abound.

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