Lord, on earth I dwell in pain;
Here in anguish I must lie;
Wherefore leav'st Thou me again,
Why ascendest Thou on high?
Take me, take me hence with Thee,
Or abide, Lord, still in me;
Let Thy love and gifts be left,
That I be not all bereft.
Leave Thy heart with me behind,
Take mine hence with Thee away;
Let my sighs an entrance find
To Thy heaven whene'er I pray.
When I cannot pray, oh plead
With Thy Father in my stead;
Seated now at God's right hand,
Help us here Thy faithful band.
Help me earthly toys to spurn,
Raise my thoughts from things below;
Mortal am I, yet I yearn
Heavenly like my Lord to grow,
That my time through faith may be
Ordered for eternity;
Till we meet, all perils o'er,
Whither Thou hast gone before.
In due season come again,
As was promised us of old;
Raise the members that have lain
Gnawed of death beneath the mould,
Judge the evil world that deems
Thy sure words but empty dreams;
Then for all our sorrows past,
Let us know Thy joy at last.
Source: Lyra Germanica: The Christian Year #46