Choir for 4 voices
Soprano solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Trumpet I + II + III
Bassoon
Oboe I + II
Taille
Violine I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

The heavens laugh! The earth doth ring with glory,
And all she bears within her lap;
Our Maker lives! The Highest stands triumphant
And is from bonds of death now free.
He who the grave for rest hath chosen,
The Holy One, sees not corruption. (1.)




O welcome day! O soul, again be glad!
The A and O, (2.)
The first and also last one,
Whom our own grievous guilt in death's own prison buried,
Is now torn free of all his woe!
The Lord was dead,
And lo, again he liveth;
As lives our head, so live as well his members.
The Lord hath in his hand
Of death and also hell the keys now! (3.)
He who his cloak
Blood-red did splash within his bitter passion, (4.)
Today will put on finery and honor.

Prince of being, mighty warrior,
High-exalted Son of God!
Lifteth thee the cross's ladder
To the highest honor's throne?
Will what thee once held in bondage
Now thy finest jewel be?
Must all these thy wounds of purple
Of thy radiance be the beams?

So therefore now, O soul to God devoted,
With Christ in spirit rise!
Set out upon the new life's course!
Rise, leave the works of dying!
Make thine own Savior in the world
Be in thy life reflected!
The grape vine which now blooms
Puts forth no lifeless berries!
The tree of life now lets its branches flourish!
A Christian flees
Full speed the tomb and dying!
He leaves the stone,
He leaves the shroud of error
Behind him
And would with Christ alive abide.

Adam must in us now perish, (5.)
If the new man shall recover,
Who like God created is.
Thou in spirit must arise now
And from sin's dark cavern exit
If of Christ the limbs thou art.

For since the head his limbs
By nature takes with him,
So can me nought from Jesus sever.
If I with Christ must suffer,
So shall I also in due time
With Christ again be risen
To glorious majesty
And God in this my flesh then witness. (6.)

Final hour, break now forth,
These mine eyes to close in darkness!
Let me Jesus' radiant joy
And his brilliant light behold then,
Let me angels then be like!
Final hour, break now forth!

So forth I'll go to Jesus Christ,
My arm to him extending;
To sleep I'll go and rest so fine,
No man could ever wake me,
For Jesus Christ, of God the Son,
He will the heav'nly door unlock,
To life eternal lead me.

1 Corinthians 5: 6-8

Mark 16: 1-8