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 Gerhardt Tersteegen

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Gerhardt Tersteegen

Birth
Moers, Kreis Wesel, Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany
Death
3 Apr 1769 (aged 71)
Mülheim an der Ruhr, Stadtkreis Mülheim an der Ruhr, Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany
Burial
Burial Details Unknown. Specifically: He died ar Mulheim
Memorial ID
109097745 View Source

Tersteegen was born at Moers. He soon came under the influence of Wilhelm Hoffman, a pietistic revivalist, and devoted himself to writing and public speaking, withdrawing in 1728 from all secular pursuits and giving himself entirely to religious work. He was well known for his deeply spiritual sermons in his day, and hundreds of people crowded into his home to hear him speak of the things of God.
His poetry is beautiful and expresses the deep things of the Spirit. You can find many of these poems—also referred to as hymns in books by Frances Bevan among others. A good example is the following:

Let Him lead thee blindfold onwards,
Love needs not to know;
Children whom the Father leadeth
Ask not where they go.
Though the path be all unknown
Over moors and mountains lone.

Give no ear to reason's questions;
Let the blind man hold
That the sun is but a fable
Men believed of old.
At the breast the babe will grow;
Whence the milk he need not know.

Tersteegen was born at Moers. He soon came under the influence of Wilhelm Hoffman, a pietistic revivalist, and devoted himself to writing and public speaking, withdrawing in 1728 from all secular pursuits and giving himself entirely to religious work. He was well known for his deeply spiritual sermons in his day, and hundreds of people crowded into his home to hear him speak of the things of God.
His poetry is beautiful and expresses the deep things of the Spirit. You can find many of these poems—also referred to as hymns in books by Frances Bevan among others. A good example is the following:

Let Him lead thee blindfold onwards,
Love needs not to know;
Children whom the Father leadeth
Ask not where they go.
Though the path be all unknown
Over moors and mountains lone.

Give no ear to reason's questions;
Let the blind man hold
That the sun is but a fable
Men believed of old.
At the breast the babe will grow;
Whence the milk he need not know.

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