Gerhard Tersteegen. 1697-1769. CHILDLIKE TEMPER. Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. St. Matt. xviii. 3. Soul, couldst thou, while on earth remaining, A child-like frame be still retaining, With thee e’en here, I know full well, God and his Paradise would dwell. A child does not in gold or treasure, Or dazzling pomp of words, take pleasure; For whether he be poor or rich Is one to him, he cares not which. He holds not men in admiration; Nor prince, nor king, nor lofty station Can e’er a little child appal, Yet is he poor, and weak, and small. Still in his eyes his soul revealing, He dreams not, knows not of concealing; Does all he does with single mind, And thinks of others what is kind. No anxious thoughts his bosom vexing, No fond conceits his head perplexing, In sweet simplicity he lives, Happy in what the present gives. A child cannot go any distance, Nay, cannot stand without assistance; He holds his mother closely press’d, And lets her lead where she sees best. No projects in his mind combining, To others’ arms his fate resigning, He fears not mischief may befall, But passively submits to all. No care on others’ things bestowing, Of others’ actions nothing knowing, Whate’er before his eyes is done, In innocence he still looks on. His mother’s arms his chief enjoyment, To lie there is his lov’d employment; Early and late to see her face, And tenderly her neck embrace. O Innocence! sweet child’s existence! This have I learnt through God’s assistance— He who possesses thee is wise, And valued in th’ Almighty’s eyes. O childhood! well-belov’d of Heaven! Whose mind by Christ alone is given, How longs my heart to feel like thee! O Jesu! form Thyself in me. Lord! let me, while on earth remaining, Such child-like frame be still retaining; With me e’en here, I know full well, God and his Paradise will dwell. HIMMELAN! Wir haben hier keine beständig bleibende Stadt, sondern wir suchen die zukünftige. Himmelan geht unsre Bahn, Wir sind Gäste nur auf Erden, Bis wir dort in Canaan Durch die Wüste kommen werden; Hier ist unser Pilgrimsstand, Droben unser Vaterland. Himmelan schwing dich, mein Geist, Denn du bist ein himmlisch Wesen, Und kannst das, was irdisch heisst, Nicht zu deinem Zweck erlesen: Ein von Gott erleuchter Sinn Kehrt zu seinem Ursprung hin. Himmelan! ruft er mir zu, Wenn ich ihn im Worte höre; Das weist mir den Ort der Ruh, Wo ich einmal hin gehöre: Wenn mich dieses Wort bewahrt, Halt ich eine Himmelfahrt.