Ambrosius Stub


Aria over Luc. II, 29 - Poem by Ambrosius Stub

Seer jeg Naadens Frelsermand,
Kan jeg selv min Frelser kiende;
Seer jeg ham i Livets Land,
Seer jeg Troens Maal og Ende;
! hvad seer jeg efter meer?
Hvad er her at vente efter?
Ach, hvi løses ey mit Leer,
Som ved Siælens Vinger hæfter!
Livets Herre! løs min Aand,
Riv den ud af Dødens Snare!
See, der er den i din Haand,
Bedre kan den aldrig fare.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 22, 2012


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