Poem (1837)

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1. Lord Jesus Christ, God’s only son,

O step down from Thy heavenly throne And save my soul for me.

Come down in all Thy blessedness, Light of Thy Father’s holiness,

Grant that I may choose Thee.

Lovely, splendid without sorrow is the

joy with which we raise,

Saviour, unto Thee our praise.


2. And when I draw my dying breath

And must endure the pangs of death,

Firm to Thee may I hold;

That when my eyes with dark are filled

And when my beating heart is stilled,

In Thee shall I grow cold.

Up in Heaven shall my spirit praise

Thy name eternally,

Since it lieth safe in Thee.


3. O were the time of joy but nigh

When from Thy loving bosom I

Might draw new life that warms.

And then, O God, with thanks to Thee,

Shall I embrace those dear to me

Forever in my arms.

Ever, ever, ever-living, Thee abiding to behold

Shall my life anew unfold.


Thou camest Humankind to free

From death and ill, that there might be

Blessings and fortune everywhere.

And now with this, Thy new descent,

On Earth all shall be different;

To each man shalt Thou give his share.