MY FATHER IS THE MIGHTY LORD.
|All things are yours.| -- 1 Cor.3:21.
|Mein Vater ist der grosse Herr der Welt.|
transl., Sarah Findlater
My Father is the mighty Lord, whose arm
Spans earth and sky, and shields His child from harm --
Whose still, small voice of love is yet the same
As once from Horeb's fiery mount it came --
Whose glorious works the angel-choirs declare.
He hears their praise, and hearkens to my prayer.
My King is God's eternal, holy Son,
And He anoints me as a chosen one;
He has redeemed me with His precious blood,
And for unnumber'd debts has surety stood;
He fought the foe, and drew me by His hand,
Out from his camp, into His Father's land.
My brotherhood's a circle, stretching wide
Around one fount, although a sea divide;
With fathers, who behold the Lord in light,
With saints unborn, who shall adore His might,
With brothers, who the race of faith now run,
In union and communion, I am one!
My journey's end lies upward and afar;
It glimmers bright, but vaguely as a star;
And oft as faith has caught some glimpse serene,
So often clouds and mists obscure the scene;
Yet, in this longing ends each vision dim --
To see my Lord, and to be made like Him!
My grave, so long a dark and drear abyss,
Is now scarce noticed on the way to bliss;
Once at the gates of Hell it yawning lay,
Now stands as portal to the land of day;
It takes me to the Fathers home so blest;
It brings me to the feast, a welcome guest.