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THE SERVANT OF THE LORD
(DER DIENER DES HERRN.)
O HIGHLY blessed servant,
Who ever ready stands,
To do his Lord's commands :--
To serve Him night and day; And sore bewaileth every sin That leads his feet astray !
Thy heart and glance thou hangest
On the Beloved Lord : Each moment finds thee close to Him,
And listening for His Word.
But, silently and still,
Thou canst foresee His Will.
The bụrden laid upon thee
Is scarce felt by thy heart : Thou thinkest, “He who sent the load
Will also strength impart.” E’en through thy tears thou smilest ;
And, when bowed down by woes, On thy Beloved Redeemer's Heart
Thou findest sure repose.
There, blessèd, weep thou freely;
To Him thy griefs reveal:
Can for thy sorrows feel.
Who ever waits to hear ;-
His children’s griefs to bear.
And thy heart in bliss abideth ;
And thy foot walks forth in light : Thus, as thy Sun, He shineth down,
Breaking through clouds of night. From Him all blessing cometh,
And leadeth back to Him; Therefore on Him thy gaze is fixed,
Piercing all earth-clouds dim.
How blessèd is thy portion ;
How well is it with thee, Thus, with thy whole life's earnestness,
To serve Him faithfully!
In good and evil days,
To follow in His Ways !
Thus in our Lord's dear Service
The time flies quickly past;
We reach the Place at last.
To The Father's House we come, Where the servant shall for evermore
Rest with his Lord at Home.
THE SONG OF SONGS.
(DAS LIED DER LIEDER.)
A BLESSED Song of songs there is :--when thou hast
learned its strain, Unweariedly thou singest it, again and yet again. No heart of man hath framed that Song, so rich in all
delight;So full of deep instruction, and of earnestness and might.
It singeth of a Love, which chaseth all Life's griefs away, Like clouds that melt and vanish at the breaking of the
day. So do all sorrows disappear, and all our cares depart, When rightly we intone that Song of Beauty from the
“REJOICE IN THE LORD ALWAYS.”
(* FREUET EUCH IN DEM HERRN ALLEWEGE.”)
REJOICE in God at all times,
His Mercy and His Love;
That cometh from above.
Of Living Joy in vain ?
Shall cure thy heart's worst pain.
He first to Earth's sad country
The wondrous Blessing brought
Delight unspoken wrought.
Amid the desert drear ;-
The healing waters clear !