Augmented and Generally Improved Heavenly Love-Kiss

From Müller, who on high in the Kingdom of the chosen
Lifts up spotless praise in the choirs
Of the heavenly company, in greater triumph;
I bow reverently before that divine language.
"You, who struggle below, it is true I am released
From the body of this death referring to Romans 7:24, a dwelling place of sins;
But to see the radiance in the inaccessible light,
No creature can, except in the face of Jesus,
Whereon I safely rest. Oh, how full of sweetness
It is to be near God; I taste blessedness here.
I am in the haven of the true Fatherland.
Love leads me to the couch of my Goël Redeemer or next-of-kin protector,
There my soul mirrors itself in Jesus, her beloved.
Here the waters in the depths of God are to be found.
I am comforted with Lazarus in Abraham’s bosom.
Faith no longer ebbs. I see no second death here,
While the worldling must feel the pain,
That in eternity, from all too immoderate bustling
In animalistic earthly business, no shadow of joy remains for him;
But a gnawing heart-woe through the lack of virtue,
For essential existence does not reside in earthly treasures;
Their image or aftertaste can never contain immortality.
Death has extinguished the idea of that matter,
And simultaneously robbed the evil soul of good and joy:
And what increases the pain is that they do not expect
To see one so crowned, whom they considered worthy of nothing
But the object of their mockery and hate; now the lot is turned.
The godless has no peace, says my God.
But he who dies in Jesus can delight in the sweetness
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Of the soul-saving good; he can rest safely here
In His presence, in the paradise of souls,
Drenched from the fountain of life, fed with angels' food.
Here is the blessed number of patriarchs and heroes,
Who set the love of the Messiah as their battle-banner,
And teachers whom God’s house and zeal have consumed,
Who have kept the love of the whore of Babel away from Zion.
A holy congregation, in endless echoes,
Follows the Prince of the Hebrews with psalms of praise and love,
Where Seraphic flames cry out before the throne
Of the eternal Father, with an inimitable tone,
The 'thrice holy!' The Trisagion: Holy, Holy, Holy. That threefold eternal Being
Is praised in nature, grace, and glory.
How precious, oh God, is that good of glory,
Which You, out of pure love, have set aside for us!
There the soul lives only through the influence of Your thoughts;
The glorified body shall pass the night in the shadow
Of Your wings, where she, in a blessed rest,
Free from calamity and error, kisses her dear Jesus.
There the richness of His salvation-palace makes her drunk;
A brook of delight is poured out from the stream of love,
For the loveliness of joy is before Your Face,
Fountain of life, yes! In Your light we see the light
Of pure truth, and in those contemplations
Of that all-blessed good, in the choir of the heavenly ones,
In unclouded brilliance, ascending in flame
And fire, and the wings of the angels who unfold the power
And wonders of the Lamb, century in and century out;
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