How many who, once glowing,
Earth's bitterness have learned,
Their souls with grief o'erflowing,
To thee have sadly turned;
Thou pitying hast appeared,
In many an hour of pain;
We come to thee now, wearied,
There ever to remain.

By no cold grave now weepeth
A faithful love, forlorn;
Each still love's sweet rights keepeth,
From none will they be torn.
To soften his sad longing
Her fires doth Night impart;
From heaven cherubs thronging,
Hold watch upon his heart.

Content, our life advancing
To a life that shall abide,
Each flame its worth enhancing,
The soul is glorified.
The starry host shall sink then
To bright and living wine,
The golden draught we drink then,
And stars ourselves shall shine.

Love released, lives woundless,
No separation more;