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 !

DRAW ME.

(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

cease. When Thee Thyself I shall embrace within the soul's

deep ground, There shall my will lie broken, and in quiet rest be

found :

My lips shall keep still silence, and in awe my spirit

bend : Those deep words, “ I am satisfied," my soul shall com

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

here?

Thou God of all Eternity, Who gaved'st life to me ;-
With all I am, and all I have, I give it back to Thee.
O let me die to Thee alone! to Thee alone I live ;
And to Thy blessed Service I my latest powers would

give.

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, And give Thy Spirit room to work Thy Will within my

heart.

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

be.

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

day.