84. THE REAL LONGING FOR HOME
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Author: Benjamin Schmolck (1672-1737)
Composer: Hans Georg Nägeli (1773-1836)
Author: Benjamin Schmolck (1672-1737)
Composer: Hans Georg Nägeli (1773-1836)
1. I live ’mid my affections;
This world I do not love;
With longings true I journey
To heaven’s home above;
There dwells my soul immortal;
My treasure’s where my heart;
The mind, from earthly portal,
Arises heavenward.
2. Fade, earth and idle pleasure;
They are the soul’s distress;
They glitter from a distance,
Yet who will them caress,
Accepts but filth for jewels
And for the pearls but sand;
For in their magic potion
There is but death at hand.
3. I love what leads to heaven,
But not to that below;
The world, its lustful tumult
And all it can bestow,
Beneath my feet I trample
And upward I aspire;
For more than worldly wisdom
Thy kingdom I desire.
4. Ascend, my heart with gladness;
Beyond there’s joy and love;
Endure all pain and sadness
To gain the rest above!
Let others choose what’s earthly,
Pursue that which is vain.
I dwell ’mid my devotions,
For thus death is but gain.
This world I do not love;
With longings true I journey
To heaven’s home above;
There dwells my soul immortal;
My treasure’s where my heart;
The mind, from earthly portal,
Arises heavenward.
2. Fade, earth and idle pleasure;
They are the soul’s distress;
They glitter from a distance,
Yet who will them caress,
Accepts but filth for jewels
And for the pearls but sand;
For in their magic potion
There is but death at hand.
3. I love what leads to heaven,
But not to that below;
The world, its lustful tumult
And all it can bestow,
Beneath my feet I trample
And upward I aspire;
For more than worldly wisdom
Thy kingdom I desire.
4. Ascend, my heart with gladness;
Beyond there’s joy and love;
Endure all pain and sadness
To gain the rest above!
Let others choose what’s earthly,
Pursue that which is vain.
I dwell ’mid my devotions,
For thus death is but gain.
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