December 19

Thy beasts are sinless, and do live before thee;

Thy child is sinful, and must run to thee.

Thy angels sin not and in peace adore thee;

But I must will, or never more be free.

I from thy heart came, how can I ignore thee?—

Back to my home I hurry, haste, and flee;

There I shall dwell, love-praising evermore thee.