But thou, my soul-how dost thou keep When Christ with strong arm left the grave, Out of the deep death-night of sin Lying concealed and dead, No glorious Morning-Red? O hasten forth-by sin's black night Thy Lord hath risen from the dead Arise from out thy grave! See, rich in mercy, He extends To thee His pierced Hands; And lovingly He sets thee free From death's strong icy bands. From Him fear no rebuking Who waits each soul to bless : Rise to the New Life's rapture— Thy new-found happiness! Rise quickly to that Life, O Soul, Though weak and all untried; O ponder and consider not So long, how thou must go ! Such thoughts but make thee more inert, And thy steps more faint and slow. No help He will deny thee ; Go forth without alarm! Thy Lord, when thou art weary, Will bear thee on His Arm. That thou should'st waken and arise, Thy Saviour rose on High, To draw thee out of Sin's hard bonds Into bless'd liberty. He casting off the fetters Thou worest as a slave, Thine old life lies behind thee, As a dark and empty grave! "MY SOUL THIRSTETH FOR THE LIVING GOD." (“ MEINE SEELE DÜRSTET NACH DEM LEBENDIGEN GOTT.") Ask not why my soul doth languish ;- Nought this craving void shall fill : Glory, beauty, wealth, abundance, Gives the Living God alone. Human Art's imaginations, Like to heathen fancies vain, Drawing thought and mind abroad, Set no barrier to the longing That cries out alone for God. Ah, when shall I reach the Country When shall I possess him wholly ; So that nought shall tear me from Him, When shall His Blest Spirit's Fulness Blending all my will with His ? When shall all my eager longings |