Choir for 4 voices
Soprano solo
Alto solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Trumpet I + II + III
Bassdrum
Travers flute I + II
Oboe I + II
(Oboe d`amore I + II)
Taille
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Resound, pealing notes of the vigorous trumpets,
Ye drums ringing thunder, raise high your report!
Let charming viols delight now the ear,
Seek now on flutes the fairest of music,
And fill ye with beauteous sound
These our so lovely and flourishing lindens
And this our happy Muses' choir!



The quiet Pleisse plays
Amidst its gentle ripples.
The greening bank perceives
Now also its new forces
And doubles inward-stirring humors.
All gleams with clover and soft moss;
There bloom the many lovely flowers;
Aloft to Flora's fame and honor
Itself a plant here now doth raise
And would its growth exhibit.
And Pallas' charming grove
Itself in lustrous raiment would renew.
Castalian Muses sing their lyrics,
The nymphs forever to and fro are coming
And would, now here, now there, among our lindens
Do what? The charming site and place
Of their fairest goal and aim discover!
For this glad day to all brings joy,
But in the Saxon breast
Is this delight with greatest force e'er felt.

Augustus' nameday's lustrous shimmer
Makes bright the Saxon countenance.
God keeps the worthy Saxons ever,
For this our land's own father's chamber
Doth shine today in new good fortune,
Which shall paint bright our loyal rev'rence
Beneath his name's most welcome light.

Soprano: Augustus' health
Is the loyal Saxons' welfare true;
Bass: Augustus' arm protects
The Saxons' verdant pastures,
Soprano: The Elbe serves
The merchant with so many pleasures;
The court's display and flow'r
Presents Augustus' weal to us;
Soprano: The loyal subjects see
In ev'ry place their prosp'rous life;
Bass: And Mars' own shining steel must all our foes now frighten,
That we from all misfortune be protected.
Soprano: Thus Mercury today is pleased
With all his prudent children
And senses midst this joyful music
Of that first golden age the trace.
Bass: Augustus builds the realm.
Soprano: Irene's laurels ne'er shall fade;
Soprano, Bass: The lindens shall grow ever greener,
That we by their bright flow'r
Amidst this lofty nameday's feast be tended.

Bass: Here can the sweet repose refresh me,
Soprano: I can here find my joy and pleasure,
Soprano, Bass: We both reside here most content.
Bass: For here our fertile fields are laughing
And able to bring much contentment,
Unpressed by foe and hostile storm.
Soprano: Where'er such gracious hours are passing,
There hath good fortune found true increase,
Which us a smiling heaven sends.
Here can the sweet repose refresh me,
Soprano: I can here find my joy and pleasure,
Soprano, Bass: We both reside here most content.
Bass: For here our fertile fields are laughing
And able to bring much contentment,
Unpressed by foe and hostile storm.
Soprano: Where'er such gracious hours are passing,
There hath good fortune found true increase,
Which us a smiling heaven sends.

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August guards the happy farmlands,
Augustus loves the verdant woodlands,
When his most valiant heart
From hunting never sooner rests
Ere he hath felled some prey of merit.
The peasant looks with joy
Upon his fields and sheaves so lovely.
He is forever sure
That no one may in Sax'ny famish
Who doth but midst his fortune dwell
And doth his powers rightly grasp.

Praise ye, coming generations,
Next to his indulgent fate
Now Augustus' great good luck.
For within this monarch's actions
Can ye Saxon weal discover;
We can in his light read clearly
Who Augustus hath been truly.

Tenor: Ye happy folk, come forth!
Behold, ye Saxons and ye mighty nations,
In Augustus' gracious actions
What wisdom and what power is.
His ever mighty arm in part Sarmatia,
In part the Saxons' welfare guards.
We witness as his loyal humble subjects
How wisdom hath for our sake won now concord's banner.
How much he us hath loved,
How firmly he the Saxons e'er hath shielded
His saber's steel declares, before us Saxons flashing.
We may well then our nation's father
As a triumphant conquering hero
In this our mightiest August
With ardent rev'rence now pay honor
And our good wishes increase.
Bass: Yes, yes, ye valiant heroes, mark the Saxons' never-tiring powers
And their exalted patron god and Saxon piquant humors!
Now shall the sound of strings
Give happy joy expression,
Because Augustus' solid throne
Must make us always happy.
Soprano: Augustus gives us constant cover,
Who doth all Saxon and Sarmatian fortune guard,
The constant focus of the world,
Whom ev'ry eye beholdeth.
Alto: O happy, lofty, brilliant name!
O name which doth all joy increase!
O thou most welcome sign of honor,
How firm thou mak'st our bond!
Ye happy wishes and ye stirring pleasures, rise!
The Pleisse seeks in its expression,
While lindens gain their fresh new branches,
These lovely moments' joy and health to crown
And to exalt.

Live Augustus,
King, now flourish!
O Augustus, our great shield,
Show our stubborn foes thy spite,
Live a long life for thy land,
God protect thy soul and hand,
For thus through Augustus' lifetime
Must our Saxon weal survive,
And there can no foe oppose us
And against our fortune strive.

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