Classic Poem

It makes satan rave so madly
If one does not love and honor
Beauteous bubbles as if gods.
Oh, depart, tumultuous world,
For my beloved is in Heaven.
He is worthy of all love and honor.

2

When the winds of misfortune roar
And the waves of the sea are boisterous,
Then contentment comforts thee.
God, by His holy will, can give again
The life that death has claimed.
This is indeed divine salvation.

3

But a blind man cannot see
And a deaf man cannot understand
That the happiness which is hidden in the cross,
Which shines forth from the crown of thorns,
Which hangs bare and open on the tree,
Is wisdom's greatest triumph.

4

Then he who would have eternal life
Must cling through death to God
Who is the very source of life.
We, in death, must cling to Jesus
Until Jesus can receive us
Where death is ever more forgotten.

5

On the highest throne of honor
Glory must ever magnify
The Lamb of God which was slain;
Whose exalted splendor
Surpasses all bounds.
O Lord, my God and my Bridegroom!