07.05.2012, 08:43
John Dunmore Lang
1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien
The Glad Sound
WHEN some sweet melody or mountain-lay,
Dear to his youth ere he had learned to roam,
Strikes on the Switzer's ear when far away
In foreign climes from his beloved home,
Sorrow and joy commingled fill his heart
With strong emotion, and the frequent tear
Drops from his eye. Thenceforth no art
Can lure him from his home and children dear.
So when the blessed Gospel's still small voice,
Proclaiming peace and pardon to his soul,
Strikes on the sinner's ear, celestial joys
Possess his breast, while tears of sorrow roll
Adown his cheek. Thenceforth he seeks the road
That leads to happiness, to heaven, to God!
1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien
The Glad Sound
WHEN some sweet melody or mountain-lay,
Dear to his youth ere he had learned to roam,
Strikes on the Switzer's ear when far away
In foreign climes from his beloved home,
Sorrow and joy commingled fill his heart
With strong emotion, and the frequent tear
Drops from his eye. Thenceforth no art
Can lure him from his home and children dear.
So when the blessed Gospel's still small voice,
Proclaiming peace and pardon to his soul,
Strikes on the sinner's ear, celestial joys
Possess his breast, while tears of sorrow roll
Adown his cheek. Thenceforth he seeks the road
That leads to happiness, to heaven, to God!