265 III.
9,9,4,10
O wie selig seid ihr doch irh Frommen
Simon Dach. 1650.
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855
Oh how blessed, faithful souls, are ye, Who have passed through death; your God ye see, Escaped at last From all the sorrows that yet hold us fast! | Here as in a prison we are bound, Care and fear, and terrors hem us round, And all we know It is but toil and grief of heart below. | While that ye are resting in your home, Safe from pain, all misery o'ercome, No grief or cross Can mix with yonder joys to work you loss. | Christ doth wipe away your every tear, Ye possess what we but long for here, To you is sung The song that ne'er through mortal ears hath rung. | Who is there that would not gladly die, Changing earth for such a home on high, Or who would stay To toil amid these sorrows night and day! | Come, O Christ, release us from our post, Lead us quickly hence to yonder host, Whose battle won, Now drink in joy and bliss from Thee our Sun. | |