Again I will come unto my Lord, again I will rise and fight against evil in the world. Again I will praise the Lord for His mercies. He is faithful, and He calls those who’re asleep. Wake up O my soul, and receive this, His everlasting power had called you up again, to defeat them, defeat them, and return home to Him. O Lord my God, you’ve lifted me up unto the Heavens, Thou hast given me strength. Blessed is your name forever and ever! For Thee alone I live, for Thee alone is all my heart, my mind, my soul and my actions and my songs. Thou Lord God, only in you I hope.
Blessed is the name of Jesus! For He has brought home those who were lost, our eyes have been turned to The Father. He alone is our home, where we are supposed to be, to glorify Him, to praise Him forever and ever. That’s why we are created for, only for Him, Him only, our great God. Blessed is name of Jesus forever and ever!
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
For I will yet praise him,
My Savior and my God.
Thou has given me strength to live O Lord, and I will live… live for you.
“Sleepers, wake!” A voice astounds us,
the shout of rampart-guards surrounds us:
"Awake, Jerusalem, arise!"
Midnight's peace their cry has broken,
their urgent summons clearly spoken:
"The time has come, O maidens wise!
Rise up, and give us light;
the Bridegroom is in sight.
Alleluia!
Your lamps prepare and hasten there,
that you the wedding feast may share."
Zion hears the watchman singing;
her heart with joyful hope is springing,
she wakes and hurries through the night.
Forth he comes, her bridegroom glorious
in strength of grace, in truth victorious:
her star is risen, her light grows bright.
Now come, most worthy Lord,
God's Son, Incarnate Word,
Alleluia!
We follow all and heed your call
to come into the banquet hall.
Lamb of God, the heavens adore you;
let saints and angels sing before you,
as harps and cymbals swell the sound.
Twelve great pearls, the city's portals:
through them we stream to join the immortals
as we with joy your throne surround.
No eye has known the sight,
no ear heard such delight:
Alleluia!
Therefore we sing to greet our King;
for ever let our praises ring.
Currently listening to: Bach's Wachet auf ruft, uns die Stimme