WHAT I MUST DO.
Ich müz die creaturen fliehen
From outward creatures I must flee, And seek heart-oneness deep within, If I would draw my soul to Thee, O God, and keep it pure from sin. 75 | The senses I must all control, If I the Highest Good would know: For virtue strive with all my soul, If I would feel Love's living glow. | And I my hasty tongue must bind, Must straighten what it's said amiss, If I true peace with God would find, Or ever hope to reach true bliss. | |