I am so weary with the burden old Of foregone faults, and power of custom base, That much I fear to perish from the ways, And fall into my enemy's grim fold. True, a high friend, to free me, not with gold,...
Poems are painted window-panes: Look from the square into the church-- Gloom and dusk are all your gains! Sir Philistine is left in the lurch: Outside he stands--spies nothing or use of it,...
Psyche moans, in deep-sunk, darksome prison, For redemption; ah! for light she aches; Fears, hopes, after every noise doth listen-- Whether Fate her bars of iron breaks. ...
In peace and joy I now depart, For God hath willed it. Comforted is my mind and heart, For he hath stilled it; As my God did promise me, Death is grown only slumber. ...
Without thee, what were life or being! Without thee, what had I not grown! From fear and anguish vainly fleeing, I in the world had stood alone; For all I loved could trust no shelter;...
In one true God we all believe, Maker of the earth and heaven; Who, us as children to receive, Hath himself as father given. Now and henceforth he will feed us; Soul and body, will be round us;...
Although the fools say with their mouth: Great God, we magnify him; Their heart cares nothing for the truth, In action they deny him. Their being is corrupted quite; To God it is a horrid sight;...
Our God he is a castle strong, A good mail-coat and weapon; He sets us free from every wrong That wickedness would heap on. The ancient wicked foe He means earnest now; Force and cunning sly...
From trouble deep I cry to thee; Lord God, hear thou my crying; Thy gracious ear oh turn to me, Open it to thy sighing. For if thou mean'st to look upon The wrong and evil that is done,...
Were God not with us all the time-- Israel may loud declare it-- Were God not with us all the time, We must have now despaired; For we are such a little flock Despised by such a crowd of folk,...
Our Father in the heaven who art, Who tellest all of us, in heart Brothers to be, and on thee call, And wilt have prayer from us all-- Grant, not from mouth alone it flow;...
In the far forest, overhead, A bell is often heard obscurely; How long since first, no one can tell-- Nor can report explain it surely: From the lost church, the rumour hath,...
"How far the world lies under me! Scarce can I see the men below there crawling! How high it bears me up, my lofty calling! How near the heavenly canopy!" Thus, from tower-roof where he doth clamber,...
Would that the Lord would grant us grace, And in his volume write us! With its clear shining let his face To life eternal light us; That we may know his work at length, And what men him have faith in;...