PILGRIM-SONG. (DER PILGER AUSGANG.), FROM all created things, That pass not with us through the grave, My spirit turns away. O Master, gird my loins ; And let me, as a stranger here, Pass on; nor wish to stay! The World hath nought in me; And I in her have nought to hope; Her pleasures only cloy: I close mine eyes to all. A true, eternal life alone— No dreams-can give me joy. For ever I renounce All that I hitherto esteemed Upon the pilgrimage ;— 'Tis but a weary load : I cannot travel whilst these cares My heart and soul engage. A passing stranger here, What doth this world concern my heart? Loosened from all, and bare, I journey on in peace. Joys, honours, riches, and delights ; I leave you lying there! I turn e'en from the things Of which the body still hath need: What mine is, is not mine, God is my Good alone; My Life, my Portion, and my Trust: All others I resign. Cease, heart-grief; cease, deceit ! Thou, O my God, art all I need: All things in Thee are found. All Purity and Truth, All restful inner calm and peace O let me stay with Thee In living, lonely fellowship! Do Thou my spirit hide Deep in Thy Heart of Love: Spare not the earthly part in me; But with my soul abide ! Now, towards Eternity, On through this foreign land of Time ! DRAW ME. (ZEUCH MICH NUR.) DRAW me within Thyself, with all the being that is mine, Strong Magnet that hast touched me with Thy Force of Love Divine; That, through its hidden influence, my spirit's craving quest May nevermore in aught that is not Thee discern its rest. O draw me-only draw me! let all bonds be torn away, cease. When Thee Thyself I shall embrace within the soul's deep ground, There shall my will lie broken, and in quiet rest be found: |