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O let me stay with Thee In living, lonely fellowship !
Do Thou my spirit hide
Deep in Thy Heart of Love : Spare not the earthly part in me;
But with my soul abide !
Now, towards Eternity, On through this foreign land of Time !
My Faithful Guide, hold fast!
From self and all things, save ;And draw me onwards, nearer Home,
To see Thy Face at last !
(ZEUCH MICH NUR.)
Draw me within Thyself, with all the being that is mine, Strong Magnet that hast touched me with Thy Force of
Love Divine ; That, through its hidden influence, my spirit's craving
quest May nevermore in aught that is not Thee discern its rest. All else is far too narrow ;-in Thyself it must abide: In Thine Own Element its hunger must be satisfied. From self, and from all creatures, draw me forth, cost
what it may : O draw me-only draw me ! let all bonds be torn away, Until I land in Thee, The Blessed Haven of my peace ; Then shall my weary course, and all my thirst and hunger
When Thee Thyself I shall embrace within the soul's
deep ground, There shall my will lie broken, and in quiet rest be My lips shall keep still silence, and in awe my spirit
DYING THOUGHTS OF A FAITHFUL SOUL,
(STERBENSGEDANKEN EINER GLÄUBIGEN SEELE.)
Thus, step by step, my journey to The Infinite draws
nigh: Thus, unobserved, the short life-course has quickly fleeted
by. Where now remains so many a day;—and where so many
a year ? What hath the passing soul from that which yesterday was
Thou God of all Eternity, Who gaved'st life to me ;-
I close my weary eyes, and say “Goodnight” to what is
seen ; Goodnight” to all the Dreaming that this earthly life
hath been ;
That I may live upon the watch, all ready to depart,
Now do I leave the world, and to The Father I will go : Here am I not at Home ;-my soul no true life here doth
know. The time that yet remaineth shall be given up to Thee, That in Thee, Father, and Thy Heaven, my spirit centred
O make me ready for the change; and when this life is
past, Be Thou my One abiding Good; my soul's true Life at
last. When draweth near the end, o leave me not alone to
die ! On Jesus then-not on myself—be fixed my spirit's eye.
I search myself, and all disclose, and bare my heart to
Thee : Of dust I am ; and profitless my service all must be. Thus wholly bared, in Jesus' Wounds my spirit sinks
away : In Him alone will I be found, both now, and in that