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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
(“' MEINE SEELE DÜRSTET NACH DEM LEBENDIGEN
Ask not why my soul doth languish ;
Ask not why the sad tears start :
Yearning love consumes my heart.
Nought this craving void shall fill :
Through the world I wander still.
Glory, beauty, wealth, abundance,
Art, and science-none can give
None can give it strength to live.
Patient faith when joy is gone,
Gives the Living God alone.
Human Art's imaginations,
Like to heathen fancies vain,
Cannot ease the spirit's pain.
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,
I may rest alone in Him?
Into Him engrafted be,
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;
My feeble footsteps be.
To the guiding of Thy Love;
Thy rod and staff console me
When dangers near me lie :
I feel that thou art nigh.
And my strength grows ever less,
And succour in distress.