No more the way is hidden, Since Christ our Head arose: No more to man forbidden The road to heaven that goes. Our Lord is gone before, But here He will not leave us; In heaven He’ll soon receive us, He opens wide the door. Christ is our place preparing, To heaven we too shall rise, And, joys angelic sharing, Be where our treasure lies: There may each heart be found! Where Jesus Christ has entered, There let our hopes be centred, Our course still heavenward bound! May we, his servants, thither In heart and mind ascend, And let us sing together, “We seek Thee, Christ our Friend, Thee, God’s Anointed Son, Our Life, and Way to heaven, To whom all power is given, Our Joy, and Hope, and Crown.” When, on our vision dawning, Will break the wished-for hour Of that all glorious morning, When Christ shall come with power? O come, thou welcome day! When we, our Saviour meeting, His second advent greeting, Shall hail the heaven-sent ray. PFINGSTLIED. Schaff in mir, Gott, ein reines Herz: Und gieb mir einen neuen gewissen Geist. O Geist des Herrn, nur deine Kraft, Ists, die uns neue Herzen schafft! Du bists, der uns zum Guten treibt, Uns lehrt, uns stärket, bei uns bleibt. Du machst, dass froh die Seele singt, Wenn Angst und Elend uns umringt; Du machst uns Jesu Christo gleich, Bist Pfand uns auf sein himmlisch Reich. O du des Himmels beste Gab, O senke dich ins Herz herab; Nimm dir uns ganz zu eigen hin, Und schenk uns Jesu Christi Sinn. Lehr uns des Vaters Willen thun, In seiner Führung kindlich ruhn: Erleuchte den Verstand; dein Trieb Mach alles, was Gott liebt, uns lieb! Erquick uns in der Dunkelheit, Versichr’ uns unsrer Seligkeit; Mach uns von jedem Flecken rein, Und lehr uns, uns des Todes freun. Johann Caspar Lavater. 1741-1801. HYMN FOR WHIT-SUNDAY. Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Psa. li. 10. O holy Ghost! Thy heavenly dew The hearts of sinners can renew; Thou dost within our breasts abide, And still to holy actions guide. Thou mak’st the soul with joy to sing, When sorrow’s clouds are deepening; With Jesus Christ Thou mak’st us one, Earnest of heaven, from God’s high throne. Best gift of God, and man’s true Friend, Into my inmost soul descend; The mind of Jesus Christ impart, And consecrate to Thee my heart. Teach me to do my Father’s will, Beneath his guidance to lie still; Lighten my mind, and oh! incline My heart to make his pleasure mine. From spot and blemish make me pure, My heavenly happiness secure; When lost in darkness, give me light, And cheer me through death’s dreary night. LIED FÜR DIE TRINITATISZEIT.