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"Nu rinder Solen op"
From Eastern quarters now / The sun's up-wandering, / His rays on the rock's brow / And hill's side squandering. / Be glad, my soul! and sing amidst thy pleasure, / Fly from the house of dust, / Up with thy thanks, and trust / To heaven's azure!
O, countless as the grains / Of sand so tiny, / Measureless as the main's / Deep waters briny, / God's mercy is, which He upon me showereth. / Each morning in my shell, / A grace immeasurable / To me down-poureth.
Thou best dost understand, / Lord God! my needing; / And placed is in Thy hand / My fortune's speeding, / And Thou foresee'st what is for me most fitting. / Be still, then, O my soul! / To manage in the whole / Thy God permitting.
May fruit the land array, / And corn for eating! / May truth e'er make its way, / With justice meeting! / Give thou to me my share with every other, / 'Till down my staff I lay, / And from this world away / Wend to another!