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Should not this make glad thy spirit,
Make thy heart lie calm and still : Waiting only for His leading ;
Leaving all things to His will ?
All shall serve for thy well-being,
If thy heart in Him confide: Only wait a little longer ;
Calmly, patiently abide.
E'en the bitterest and hardest
Serves for blessing, not for loss : Thou art not the only pilgrim Who has learned to bless his cross.
Pathless heights rise steep before thee
On Faith's journey evermore ; If thou canst not climb their summits,
God Himself will bear thee o'er.
Only,—with eyes uplifted,
Still in faith and hope endure: On thy homeward way press forward,
Heart and longing true and pure.
Fearlessly, and without trembling,
Walk in the dark valley here: God's blue heaven is ever o'er thee,
Free and open, calm and clear.
FOR THE YOUNG.
(FÜR DIE JUGEND.). Thou Father over all the children-hearts
That here on earth are found ;-
Rings forth with joyful sound :-
As children, in Thy Love; Yet may their hearts with quick remorse be touched, - When from Thy ways they rove !
Thy Spirit's discipline, whilst life is fresh,
Grant them to feel and know.
Rests free from later woe.
Of long life yet to be:
Falls, withered, from the tree.
Let them, O Lord, as plants of righteousness,
Here in Earth's Garden stand ; Yet training only for the fuller life
In the sweet Fatherland. In Thine own Vineyard may their tender growth
Thy fostering care employ: Cherish and guard the good and precious shoots
The evil ones destroy !
O fill them with Thy Grace, and may Thy Love
Their souls' best powers engage: Lord, call them early, lovingly to Thee,
And guard their heritage !
Ordered in all by Thee :
THE BEAUTY OF NATURE
(DIE SCHÖNHEIT DER NATUR.)
REJOICE in Earth's fair beauty ;
'Tis worthy of delight;The glorious splendour that our God
Strews forth before our sight!
And yet, 'tis but the Footstool,
Rich garnished, for His Feet: His creature fraught with wonder-works,
In loveliness complete.
In Sun and Moon rejoice thou,
And in each radiant star ;' , As, o'er our valley wandering,
They bless us from afar.
Yet are they but creations,
By The Hand Almighty sown Along the wide-spread drapery
That falls about the Throne.