Psalme (1853)
Som Bladet der fra Træet falder,
Saa er mit Jordliv, ikke meer!
Jeg er beredt naar Du mig kalder,
Gud, Du som heelt mit Hjerte seer,
Veed al min Brøst, hvad i mig boer,
Og min Fortrøstning dog saa stor.
Gjør Smerten kort i min Forvandling,
Forund mig Barnets hele Mod,
Du dømme Tanke, dømme Handling
I Naade kjærlig, fadergod.
Ryst bort min Angst! kun dig jeg see!
I Jesu-Navn, din Villie skee!
Hymn (1853)
A leaf that from the tree is falling –
Such is my earthly life, not more!
And I am ready at Thy calling,
God, Thou who seest my heart’s deep core,
Knowst my whole breast, its every trait,
And yet my trust in Thee is great.
Make pain brief in my transformation,
Grant me the courage of a child,
May Thou judge every thought and action
With mercy, dearest Father mild.
May I see Thee! May fear be gone!
In Jesu’s name, Thy will be done.
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