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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 ;

Ask not why the sad tears start :
Thirst for God hath filled my spirit;

Yearning love consumes my heart.
Give me all that earth can offer ;

Nought this craving void shall fill :
Without God, all poor and empty,

Through the world I wander still.

Glory, beauty, wealth, abundance,

Art, and science-none can give
Stillness to the spirit's yearning :-

None can give it strength to live.
Strength for life, for love, for sorrow,

Patient faith when joy is gone,
Joyful courage in life’s partings,

Gives the Living God alone.

Human Art's imaginations,

Like to heathen fancies vain,
Are but vapour; and their workings

Cannot ease the spirit's pain.
So all fancy-painted symbols,

Drawing thought and mind abroad, Set no barrier to the longing

That cries out alone for God.

Ah, when shall I reach the Country

Where, no more in vision dim,
God's own Face at last beholding,

I may rest alone in Him?
When shall I possess him wholly ;

Into Him engrafted be,
So that nought shall tear me from Him,

As His Word hath promised me?

When shall His Blest Spirit's Fulness

All my living energies Consecrate to His Own Service,

Blending all my will with His ? When shall all my eager longings

Sink and merge into the one That His Work may stand and prosper,

To His Glorious Praise alone ?

Ah, I know the once-roused yearning

Shall not always grief remain ! He, Who set the spirit thirsting,

Will at last relieve its pain. When it leaves this dreary desert

For the blessed Eden Shore, Where Life's stream for ever floweth ;

Then shall all its thirst be o’er.

“ THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD.”

(“DER HERR IST MEIN HIRT.”)

I KNOW Thy Voice, my Shepherd,

And strive to follow Thee;
Though slow, and often failing,

My feeble footsteps be.
O let me ever listen

To the guiding of Thy Love;
That from Thy blessed pathway
My steps may never rove!

Thy rod and staff console me

When dangers near me lie :
When trouble is the greatest,

I feel that thou art nigh.
When all my courage leaves me,

And my strength grows ever less,
Thou still shalt give me counsel,

And succour in distress.

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