Call on God, knock, seek, implore Him, 'Tis the Christian's noblest skill; He who comes with faith before Him, Meets with help and favour still: Who on God most firmly rest, Are the wisest and the best; God will with such strength imbue them, Ne'er shall any foe subdue them.
Learn to mark God's wondrous dealing With the people that He loves; When his chastening hand they're feeling, Then their faith the strongest proves: God is nigh, and notes their tears, Though He answer not, He hears; Pray with faith, for though He try you, No good thing can God deny you.
Ponder all God's truth can teach you, Let his word your footsteps guide; Satan's wiles shall never reach you, Though he draw the world aside: Lo! God's truth is thy defence, Light, and hope, and confidence: Trust in God, He'll not deceive you, Pray, and all your foes will leave you.
Suchet was droben ist, da Christus ist, sitzend zu der Rechten Gottes.
Nimm dich, o meine Seel, in Acht, Du musst schon hier in diesem Leben Nach dem, was ewig selig macht, Nicht allererst im Tode streben.
Der Himmel hat dein wahres Gut, Nach dem du jederzeit sollst trachten; Daselbst hin schick du deinen Muth, Und lern die Erde bald verachten.
O wer beschreibt den Reichthum mir, Der dort ist beigelegt den Frommen, Wer alle Lust, zu welcher wir, Wenn wir die Welt verachten, kommen!
Kein Ohr und Aug hat je erkannt, Und Keines Herz hat noch empfunden Der Seelen Ruh und Freudenstand, Die alles selig überwunden.
Was hemmt die Erde meinen Lauf? Was hält sie mich mit Zaum und Zügel? Ich sehne herzlich mich hinauf; Wer giebt mir hiezu Adlers Flügel?
Komm, Jesu, nimm mich zu dir ein, Komm, säum mich nicht in meinen Freuden, Ich habe Lust, bei dir zu sein Und darum selig abzuscheiden.
Seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God.
My soul, let this your thoughts employ, Defer not until death to ponder On what shall be the heavenly joy, Which God's redeem'd are promis'd yonder.
True riches lie beyond the skies, And there should'st thou be ever gazing; Then learn earth's treasures to despise, To heaven your spirit upward raising.
But ah! those riches who can paint, Reserv'd in heaven for righteous spirits, Or shew me but in outline faint, What he who scorns the world inherits!