PILGRIM-SONG.

(PILGER-LIED.)

In this earth-life's bitter anguish
Will I not lament and mourn :
I will wear no crown of honour

Where my Lord wore crown of thorn.
In no pathway strewed with roses
Shall my footsteps ever stray,
Where, upon the Cross of sinners
Once The Blessed Master lay.

Give me, Lord, upon life's journey,
But Thy Truth, the way to show:
Let Thy Spirit's Blessed Guidance
Be with me where'er I go.
Grant my heart all joyful longing
To be led on that steep road,
Narrow though it be, and toilsome,

Which Thy Holy Foot hath trod !

Make me true and faithful-hearted;
Give the sacred fire of Love-
Faith's own fruit-without whose impulse
Onward can my steps not move.
Love alone to Love can lead me,

In her own blest pathway free :
She alone can guide me safely
Through this dreary world to Thee.

Lovingly Thy Voice, O Master,
To my soul the Call has given ;
Yet how many a step awaits me
On the upward path to Heaven !
Oh, to Thy weak, helpless servant
Thy Right Hand of Mercy lend ;
Guide, uphold my feeble footsteps
Even to the journey's end!

And when, spirit-worn and weary,
On the road I fainting lie,
Let me, full of hope and yearning,
Gaze into the far, blue sky:

So, in this deep vale of sorrows,

May that gaze new strength impart ;—

Clearer grow the heavenly gladness;

Firm the peace within my heart.

Yes, on Earth I am a stranger; And must bear life's burden on, As a pilgrim, poor and empty;

In this world unseen, unknown. And the Token of my Calling Is the Cross within my hand; Till I reach my Home of Canaan, In the longed-for Fatherland.

COMFORT OF THE NIGHT.

(TROST DER NACHT.)

MOURN not, poor heart, so bitterly,
For thy young life's bright sunny day!
Many sweet joys indeed are gone;

Yet sorrows, too, have passed away.

Was Day's awakening so fair,

With distant glow of Morning-Red? Yet mourn it not :-the Night reveals

Her heaven and stars, when Day is dead.

RETURN!

(KEHRE WIEDER !)

RETURN, return, thou lost one;
Sink down before The Lord :
Lay down thy load before Him ;——
Thou yet shalt be restored!

In all thy sin and weakness
He calls thee, as thou art,
To take His healing blessing:
Return, poor trembling heart!

Return from earth's distraction
Into blessed solitude,

Where a new bliss awaits thee,

And thy life shall be renewed : Where the storms that raged so wildly By The Spirit's Voice are laid ; And to The Lord's Cross-Banner

Thy vows anew are made.