EARTH HAS NOTHING SWEET OR FAIR. (Keine Schönheit hat die Welt.) From the German of ANGELUS SILESIUS (JOHANN ANGELUS SCHEFFLER), b. at Breslau, Silesia, 1624; d. 1677; author of 205 hymns and poetic proverbs, most of which were composed before he joined the Roman-Catholic Church. Several of his hymns are among the deepest and most tender in the German language, and breathe a glowing love to the Saviour. Of the following poem, we have two excellent English translations, -one by CATHerine WinkworTH ("Nothing fair on earth I see, But I straightway think of Thee"), and one by FRANCES ELIZABETH COX (Lond 1841). The latter is more literal, and is here given. ARTH has nothing sweet or fair, EAR Lovely forms or beauties rare, But before my eyes they bring When the morning paints the skies, When the day-beams pierce the night, Oft I think on Jesu's light, Think how bright that light will be, Shining through eternity. When, as moonlight softly steals, EARTH HAS NOTHING SWEET OR FAIR. When I see, in spring-tide gay, If I trace the fountain's source, Sweetly sings the nightingale, Sweetness fills the air around, Lord of all that's fair to see! See Thine unveiled glories bright. 137 This stanza I have borrowed from Miss Winkworth's trans lation. Miss Cox renders it, less happily, "Sweet the song the night-bird sings, Sweet the lute, with quivering strings; Far more sweet than every tone Let Thy Deity profound Me in heart and soul surround; Come, Lord Jesus! and dispel To behold Thee as Thou art. MY DEAR REDEEMER, AND MY LORD. By Isaac WATTS, 1674-1748. From his Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1709. Y MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord! I read my duty in Thy word; But in Thy life the law appears, Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, I would transcribe and make them mine. Cold mountains and the midnight air JESUS, STILL LEAD ON. Be Thou my pattern; make me bear Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 139 JESUS, STILL LEAD ON. (Jesu, geh voran.) Count NIKOLAUS LUDWIG VON ZINZENDORF, 1721. (SCHAFF's G. H. B., No 106.) Translation from the Hymns from the Land of Luther, Edinb. 1853. JESUS, still lead on, Till our rest be won! And, although the way be cheerless, To our Fatherland! If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, When we seek relief From a long-felt grief, When temptations come alluring, Show us that bright shore Jesus, still lead on, Till our rest be won! In our Fatherland! OH FOR A HEART TO PRAISE MY GOD' CHARLES WESLEY, 1742. OH for a heart to praise my God! A heart from sin set free! A heart that always feels Thy blood, A heart resigned, submissive, meek, A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Which neither life nor death can part |