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Shall not all my being worship,
In the silent awe of love ; Knowing that my God is present
Wheresoe’er I stand or move?
This and that to know, I care not;
Human converse seek I none : Gazing on Thee in the spirit,
I would dwell with Thee alone.
I can tell Thee all my sorrows;
No more shall their load appal : When my heart I cannot fathom,
Thou, The Near One, know'st it all.
Still with Thee, in mine awaking ;
Still with Thee, in all I do : Peacefully the heart reposeth
In Thy Goodness, sure and true.
On I journey, ever farther,
Guided by Thy Faithful Hand; Poor, unknown in patient stillness,
Through this earth, to Fatherland.
Thus to live within His Presence
This is blessed life to me; Keeping Him in thought at all times,
Everywhere I chance to be.
Come, then, ye beloved children ;
Sinners, also, hasten near : Leave the world, and sin, and sorrow ;
Think ye only, “ God is here.”
A FAINT GLIMPSE OF ETERNAL JOY.
(EIN MATTER BLICK VOM EWIGEN GLÜCK.)
WEARy heart, be not desponding ;
Soon thy pilgrim-course will end :
To the Guiding of thy Friend !
Many a hard year hast thou sighed through ;
Many a danger on the way :
Soon shall close thine earthly day.
Hope on, loving and believing,
Till the sorrow all is past ;
Surely comes for thee at last.
What, then, shall we find hereafter,
In the Eternal Life above ?
He who here sad heart-sighs soweth,
Doing right, though suffering ill, There shall find the Joy-ripe harvest,
All his longings to fulfil.
Sow on richly, still believing ;
Faint not, soul, in sad despair ! Nought is lost :-what here may fail us,
We shall yet recover There.
There shall Paradise be ours ;
Pure delights that pure hearts bless, In the Joy-crowned Provinces
Of all radiant loveliness.
O New World, God's own rich Garden ;
Never-fading Flower-Field; Where Heaven's Nightingales are singing;
Where the Trees their Life-Fruits yield ! There is God's Eternal City,
Great in Holiness untold; Glorious in its fabrication ;
Built of pearls and precious gold.
Enter, soul, the City's Portals !
They are open day and night : But thy raiment must be spotless
Where The Lamb Himself gives Light !
There we find again our loved ones,
Known to us in woe and strife, Now rejoicing with the Blessèd ;
Sharing in the Angel-life.
What the rapture of that Welcome !
What shall that blest Meeting be! What that Intercourse of spirit,
Soul with soul, from earth-bonds free !
Once more shall we walk together,
Like pure children, hand in hand : Let us walk so now, as pilgrims,
Travelling through the foreign land !