"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." 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; forever let our praises ring. Philipp Nicolai (1566-1608)