Bis ich in dem Himmel bin.
[Heavenward still!]
Here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come.
Heb. xiii. 14.
Heavenward still our pathway tends;
Here on earth we are but strangers;
Till our road in Canaan ends,
Safely passed this wild of dangers,
Pilgrims we, a scattered band,
Seek above our Fatherland.
Heavenward still my soul ascend!