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Mächtiger, der du die Wipfel dir beugst, Brausend von Krone zu Krone entsteigst, Wandle du Stürmender, wandle nur fort, Reiß' mir den stürmenden Busen mit fort. Wie das Gewölke, das donnernd entfliegt, Dir auf der brausenden Schwinge sich wiegt, Führe den Geist aus dem irdischen Haus In die Unendlichkeit stürmend hinaus! Führe mich hin, wo die bebende Welt, Rings in Verwüstung und Trümmer zerschellt, Beugst du mich tief auch zu Schwachheit und Not: Heb' mich empor, du allmächtiger Gott!
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Mighty one, who bends the tree-tops to thy pleasure, Rising with a roar from crown to crown, Travel, Thou Storming One, only travel onward, Carry my stormy bosom off with you. As the clouds that fly off thunderously Sway upon your whirling pinions, Lead my spirit ragingly from The earthly abode out into infinity! Lead me to where the trembling world Shatters into devastation and ruins all around; Though deeply bowed by Thee to weakness and misery: Lift me up, Thou almighty God!
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