A flourishing fanfare rises here
From organ pure and trumpet clear:
`Tis the watchman´s call tin the night.
Music drives arrows of sound amok
Upwards and downwards in glorious baroque,
To break in the heighest height.
Ever and ever anon
There enters a tone
Full of beauty
Chant and song,
the aisle along;
We ´re drawn to the sanctum bright.
As pond´rous pillar to capital light,
So organ and trumpet, dark to bright,
Sound to sound, in counterpoint.
Sunshine´s blaze in a golden tinge
Circles the window, and with a fringe
The altar crown amoints.
Of a sudden there gleams
Hope´s brightest beam ;
It strikes ones inner soul;
What great delight
Awaits the sight!
Aglow the heart, the eye content.
Swell, fanfare, up and praise
From deepest tone to highest phrase
This light that casts out ev´ry fear.
Sing glory unto God!
The whole body is aflood
With kindly love and cheer;
No heart has e´er been graced,
No eye has e´er been faced
With such great joy!
As the organ souns
The jubilee of endless years.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)