In the far forest, overhead, A bell is often heard obscurely; How long since first, no one can tell-- Nor can report explain it surely: From the lost church, the rumour hath,...
Would that the Lord would grant us grace, And in his volume write us! With its clear shining let his face To life eternal light us; That we may know his work at length, And what men him have faith in;...
God, the Father, with us be, Let us not fall to badness; Make us from all sinning free, And help us die in gladness. 'Gainst the devil well us ware, And keep our faith from failing,...
Ah God, from heaven look down and view; Let it thy pity waken; Behold thy saints how very few! We wretches are forsaken. Thy word they grant nor true nor right, And faith is thus extinguished quite...
Who lights the fire--that forth so gracefully And freely frolicketh the fairy smoke? Some pretty one who never felt the yoke-- Glad girl, or maiden more sedate than she. ...