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Choir
Aria: Alto solo
Aria: Soprano solo
Arie: Tenor solo
Aria: Bass solo
Chorale
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Watch ye, pray ye, pray ye, watch ye!
Keep prepared
For the day
When the Lord of majesty
To this world its ending bringeth!
When
comes the day of our deliv'rance
From this the Egypt of our world?
Ah, let us soon from Sodom flee now,
Ere us the fire hath overwhelmed!
Wake up, ye souls, from your repose,
And trust, this is the final hour!
Leave
to mocking tongues their scorning,
For it will and has to happen
That we Jesus shall behold yet
In the clouds, in the heavens.
World and universe may perish,
Christ's word must still stand unshaken.
Leave to mocking tongues their scorning,
For it will and has to happen!
Lift
high your heads aloft
And be consoled, ye righteous,
That now your souls may bloom!
Ye shall in Eden flourish
In God's eternal service.
Ah,
ought not this most awful day,
The world's collapse,
The sounding trumpet's peal,
The strange, unequaled final stroke,
The sentence which the judge proclaimeth,
The open jaws of hell's own portals
Within my heart
Much doubting, fear and terror
In me, the child of sin I am,
Awaken?
And yet, there passeth through my spirit
A glint of joy, of light of hope doth rise.
The Savior can his heart no more keep hidden,
It doth with pity break,
His mercy's arm forsakes me not.
Lead on, thus shall I end with gladness now my course.
Not
for world, for heaven not,
Doth my spirit yearn with longing;
Jesus seek I and his light,
Who to God hath reconciled me,
Who from judgment sets me free;
My Lord Jesus I'll not leave.
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