| lyric | The sorows of deeath hat closed all around me,
hell in its terrors had got hold upon me,
with trouble and deep heaviness,
But said to the Lord:
Come, arise from the dead and awake thou
that sleepest, and awake thou that sleepest!
I will be to thee Light!
We called thro’ the darkness:
Watchman, will the night soon pass?
Thought the morning will quire ye,
ask, if ye will, enquire, ye
return again , ask:
Watchman, will the night soon pass? |