(translated by Eleanor Hull)
It were my soul's desire
To see the face of God;
It were my soul's desire
To rest in His abode.
It were my soul's desire
To study zealously;
This, too, my soul's desire,
A clear rule set for me.
It were my soul's desire
A spirit free from gloom;
It were my soul's desire
New life beyond the Doom.
It were my soul's desire
To shun the chills of Hell;
Yet more my soul's desire
Within His house to dwell.
It were my soul's desire
To imitate my King,
It were my soul's desire
His ceaseless praise to sing.
It were my soul's desire
When heaven's gate is won
To find my soul's desire
Clear shining like the sun.
Grant, Lord, my soul's desire,
Deep waves of cleansing sighs;
Grant, Lord, my soul's desire
From earthly cares to rise.
This still my soul's desire
Whatever life afford --
To gain my soul's desire
And see Thy face, O Lord.
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