To the eternal our songs!
  whatever touches the heart,
  trust, trust, our brethren,
  he, that embraces the worlds.
 
  He causes the leaves to die
  and the sun itself to shine,
  but none he lets be lost,
  anew shall it bloom again.
 
  If in the winter storms rage
  and hard frost settles,
  he leaves the world
  covered with a white gown.
 
  Resting in deep silence,
  resembling the mother's lap,
  sleeps in deep silence then
  all the grass and flowers.
 
  And as May appears,
  breaking forth then afresh
  with the innocent air of youth
  the infinite chorus of life.
 
  When we in deep silence
  in the bosom of cool earth
  sleep, his will calls
  us to a more beautiful place.