Christ rose not from the dead, Christ still is in the grave
If thou for whom he died art still of sin the slave.
In all eternity no tone can be so sweet
As where man's heart with God in unison doth beat.
Whate'er thou lovest, man, that, too, become thou must;
God, if thou lovest God, dust, if thou lovest dust.
Ah, would thy heart but be a manger for the birth,
God would once more become a child on earth.
Immeasurable is the highest; who but knows it?
And yet a human heart can perfectly enclose it.