Back, my soul, into thy nest;
Earth is not for thee;
Still in heaven find thy nest;
There thou canst be free. Strive not for this world's command,
Look to what thou hast,
Thou amidst the angels' band
Shar'd the great repast. Demean thee 'fore the majesty
Of him who reigneth there,
And in a lordly company
Be thou the courtier.