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Ich lebe; doch nicht ich. Derselbe lebt in mir,
I live, yet not I; He lives in me who by His death brings forth life in me. My life was His death, His death was life for me. I only give back to Him what He has given to me. He lives through my death. I die away to myself daily.
The body, my earthly portion, is the grave of the soul; it only lives in seeming. He who does not wish to die eternally must decompose and spoil here in finite time, while he still can die. That death, who is called spiritual, comes too late when his friend, who destroys our body, has snatched us away. Lord, grant me grace that the custom of this body may not harm my soul. My all and my nothing, my life, my death, all this I have in myself. If Thou wilt help, then there is no danger. I will not, I cannot, I ought not, I am not able to help myself; I will let Thee do it, the deeds are with Thee. I can only make the wishes. I hand myself over to Thee entirely. I do not wish to be mine. Take me, but give me Thyself.
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