Scripture Verse

Create in me a pure heart, O God. Psalm 51:10


Words: Jo­hann Wolf­gang von Goe­the (1749–1832). Pub­lished in Iph­igen­ia in Tau­ris, with Orig­in­al Po­ems, 1851. Trans­la­tion at­trib­ut­ed to Anne R. Ben­nett.

Music: Goethe, ano­ny­mous (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Ben­nett (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Johann W. von Goethe (1749–1832)


Purer yet and pur­er, I would be in mind,
Dearer yet and dear­er, eve­ry du­ty find;
Hoping still, and trust­ing God with­out a fear,
Patiently be­liev­ing He will make all clear.

Calmer yet and calm­er, in the hour of pain,
Surer yet and sur­er, peace at last to gain;
Suffering still and do­ing, to His will re­signed,
And to joy sub­du­ing heart and will and mind.

Higher yet and high­er, out of clouds and sight,
Nearer yet and near­er, ris­ing to the Light;
Light se­rene and ho­ly, where my soul may rest,
Purified and ho­ly, sanc­ti­fied and blessed.

Swifter yet and swift­er, ev­er on­ward run,
Firmer yet and firm­er, step as I go on;
Oft these ear­nest long­ings swell with­in my breast,
Yet their in­ner mean­ing ne’er can be ex­pressed.