Ich müz die creaturen fliehen

From outward creatures I must flee,

And seek heart-oneness deep within,

If I would draw my soul to Thee,

O God, and keep it pure from sin.

The senses I must all control,

If I the Highest Good would know:

For virtue strive with all my soul,

If I would feel Love's living glow.

And I my hasty tongue must bind,

Must straighten what it's said amiss,

If I true peace with God would find,

Or ever hope to reach true bliss.