Page:The Life and Works of Christopher Dock.djvu/167

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been validated.
TRANSLATION: SCHUL-ORDNUNG
155

5.
O God, through Thy loving hands
Prepare me now still,
That I at my final end
Depart comforted in Thy salvation.
Thy will be to me in eternity
A centre of contentment.
 
6.
Herewith will I now take leave
From those who knew me here;
First from those who grieve,
In their poor condition of sorrow,
Fear God, and pray day and night;
Trust in Him; now good-night.
 
7.
Good-night, ye rich of this earth,
Who call riches happiness.
I never wished to grow rich.
It only lasts a moment at best,
And Christ calls: a hard pain!
Think of it, I pray you as a parting.
 
8.
Good-night, you wild swarm of youth,
Ye unconverted brood of heathens,
That know nothing of honor and virtue,
And bear fruit only for Satan.
Follow God's earnest word and advice,
Or you will never find grace.
 
9.
Good-night, ye worldly hearts,
That seek pleasure on earth
In pastime, laughter, play, jesting,
And bear no fruit to your God.