Part 20 (1/2)

Ei nun, Schonster, komm herfur, Komm und zeige selbst Dich mir; La.s.s mich sehn dein eigen Licht, Und dein blosses Angesicht.

O da.s.s deiner Gottheit Glanz Meinen Geist umgabe ganz, Und der Stral der Herrlichkeit Mich entruckt aus Ort und Zeit!

Ach, mein Jesu, nimm doch hin, Was mir decket Geist und Sinn, Da.s.s ich Dich zu jeder Frist Sehe, wie Du selber bist.

Johann Angelus. 1624-1677.

Hymn for Summer. I.

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are, and were created.

_Rev._ iv. 11.

Earth has nothing sweet or fair, Lovely forms or beauties rare, But before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.

When the morning paints the skies, When the golden sunbeams rise, Then my Saviour's Form I find Brightly imaged on my mind.

When the day-beams pierce the night, Oft I think on Jesus' Light, Think how bright that Light will be, s.h.i.+ning through eternity.

When, as moonlight softly steals, Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, Then I think: Who made their light Is a thousand times more bright.

When I see, in spring-tide gay, Fields their varied tints display, Wakes the awful thought in me, What must their Creator be!

If I trace the fountain's source, Or the brooklet's devious course, Straight my thoughts to Jesus mount, As the best and purest fount.

Sweet the song the night-bird sings, Sweet the lute, with quivering strings; Far more sweet than every tone Are the words ”Maria's Son.”

Sweetness fills the air around, At the echo's answering sound; Far more sweet than echo's fall, Is to me the Bridegroom's Call.

Lord of all that's fair to see!

Come, reveal Thyself to me; Let me, 'mid Thy radiant Light, See Thine unveiled glories bright.

Let Thy Deity profound Me in heart and soul surround, From my mind its idols chase, Weaned from joys of time and place.

Come, Lord Jesus! and dispel This dark cloud in which I dwell; Thus to me the power impart, To behold Thee as Thou art.

Sommerlied. II.

Es sollen Dir danken, Herr, alle deine Werke; und deine Heiligen Dich loben.

Geh aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud, In dieser lieben Sommerzeit, An deines Gottes Gaben: Sieh an der schonen Fluren Zier, Wie lieblich sie sich dir und mir Nun ausgeschmucket haben.

Die Baume stehen voller Laub, Das Erdreich decket seinen Staub Mit einem grunen Kleide: Narzissen und die Tulipan, Die ziehen sich viel schoner an Als Salomonis Seide.