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! Delight abounds As the organ souns The jubilee of endless years.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)
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