Augmented and Generally Improved Heavenly Love-Kiss

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Nor the Monarchical beast, nor the hound of hell, however he barks,
Shall tear me away from Jesus; I stand firm in his love.
That great Eagle referring to a powerful worldly tempter, even if he offered all the treasures
And wealth of his house, he could never grasp that love.
That white choice-stone referring to Revelation 2:17, and that heavenly pearl-crown,
Jesus grants to his bride, as a reward of grace.
Let now all the angels of darkness arise
From the abyss's Sulfur-pool, with all the hellish streams
Of anguish and sadness; this fire is never extinguished,
When Solomon kisses his dove, his chosen one imagery from the Song of Solomon.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, those sparks of love
Glow through my mind, oh! if only I were firmly chained,
My Jesus! to your heart, or to your right hand,
Like a signet-ring of heavenly diamond:
Then I would rest beside you in the rose meadows of Sharon a fertile plain in Israel famous for its flowers,
Then nothing could separate me from your love,
Neither all the formidable height of God's adorability,
Nor the unfathomable depth of his hiddenness,
Nor principalities that in the eye of worldlings
Shine and radiate so gloriously: none of the visible things,
No high Majesty, nor deep poverty,
Nor any future evil, nor present good,
No death nor life, nor many hellish seraphim;
Yes, every creature must vanish for the love of Jesus!
His nourishing left hand grants me an angel's food,
His right shares with me the good from the heavenly palace;
Thus I rest safely in the shadow of his standard:
Thus grace is finally changed into glory.
Now my muse eyes the work of glory,
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Which God, on the other side of blessed eternity,
Will one day show to those who fear him.
But who can sketch here according to the requirement, that greatness, which hereafter
Shines not piecemeal, but perfectly in that blessed place?
No eye has ever seen, nor any ear heard
It has never entered into the heart of a man,
What God has prepared for the believers and the pious,
Who, washed in the blood of the Lamb, go upwards.
Dive away, heavenly fires! Give way, you stars! sun and moon!
Oh, hide your luster! and you, O fixed star-lights,
Which shoot so many lightning bolts like rays
Into my mortal eye, let me through your wide arch;
So that the holy of holies approaches before my eye.
How my sight grows dim! through the fire of those heavenly circles,
The vestibules of the Choir of the Heavenly ones,
Where I too recklessly want to view the unapproachable light
From nearby; my muse, she falters!
Ah me! it becomes night, I wander, my star has disappeared!
What angel shows me the trail? for it has not yet appeared.
The measure of our lot, when Jesus shows himself.
O you fully blessed soul! who dwells in the heights!
Müller! who formerly described so Divinely
Heaven's love-flame, where you in eternal life
Now experience how friendly Jehovah is to you,
It was necessary that you came to unfold for us the true image
Of Divine love, in the court of spirits,
It is too high for me! I recoil, I cannot behold it.
It goes well, for my prayer has already been heard,
Thank heaven, I see a light, it is the blessed Spirit
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