From the German of Gellert.
Wahr ists, der Fromme schmeckt auf Erden
Schon manchen selgen Augenblick.
A FEW short hours of transient joy
The virtuous man may know,
When travelling to you world on high,
In this vain world below;
Yet ah! his lot is sorrow still
Until he reach God’s holy hill.
But a few years of trial past
On Zion’s thorny road,
And Zion’s traveller shall at last
Ascend the mount of God.
Here he may dwell with pain and care,
But rich rewards await him there.
There all that seemed mysterious here,
Bright as the light shall shine,
And all God’s works and ways appear
All holy, all divine.
There ‘mid the radiant choirs of bliss,
He’ll know how good Jehovah is.
For there they sing that heavenly strain
Which few on earth may sing,
“The Lord Omnipotent doth reign,
And holy is our King.
Whatever pleased him he hath done,
And all his works are good – each one!”
Then what are all our sorrows here!
They last but for a day!
For Christ the Lord shall soon appear
To wipe the tears away
From all his faithful followers’ eyes,
And give them mansions in the skies.
(John Dunmore Lang)
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