NEUOFFENBARUNGTo sing praise to the Lord (and of the postponed Sabbath)
1. Awake! Awake, my still sleeping spirit, yes just hastily, awake; for it has come, come – a glorious day, yea, [it has] come – the holy day of rest of the Lord, the Holy Most Loving Father of mankind.
2. The holy day is still the same, the seventh, which the Lord has chosen for Himself; but people have reversed the days as they have reversed themselves.
3. The holy day has become a day of servile work, and that day, which God Himself most intended for work on earth, while He Himself obviously worked on it, has been changed into a day of rest.
4. But this shall well never distract you, my immortal spirit; The order, the holy order, shall remain for you as the Lord has set it from eternity; For the Lord is not changeable like humans, He knows why He has thus ordered the days since eternity.
5. And so then, my spirit, awaken to the sweet activity of praising and glorifying the Holy Most Loving Father with all your strength in holy tranquility; for He is so good and so lovingly merciful to all His children. Therefore He shall be praised and glorified by you, my spirit.
6. I, poor soul, now feel this as a physical reminder, and therefore call you, my immortal spirit, to awaken.
7. Oh my innermost life, you – love from God, you awaken in me, oh how brightly your eye shines out full of glory into the endless depths of eternal life! I am no longer me, but you are now all in me, oh so praise then with immortal tongue the Holy Father, Who has united us and given us eternal life in Him!
8. Yes, I, spirit, have awakened: Thank you, my likewise immortal soul, because you have awakened me to the activity of praising and glorifying on the day of holy rest, on the eternal holy day of the Lord; I will praise Him with all my strength, and always love and praise the Holy Father in you, my diligent soul!
9. Oh my Holy, Most Loving Father, You eternal Creator of the worlds, of humans, of spirits and angels, and of all the eternally most endless heavens! Even the mite praises and glorifies you, whose puny life counts only minutes in it’s fleeting duration!
10. The little worm in the dust praises and glorifies you, and countless armies of very frisky little birds flash through the bluish air, singing praises to you, oh Holy Father!
11. Yes, everything that breathes and lives offers You, oh You holy, most loving Father, in a most unmentionable joy of divine life, a festive sacrifice of most due thanks in it's kind.
12. Only man, the immortal man, can sleep and rest, where all creatures contest to be the first, to praise You most gracious Giver of living, sweetest food; You everywhere mighty Creator, You eternally infinite God!
13. Oh then be loved and praised and glorified by me, the immortal spirit, on this so holy day of the earth, on the day of rest, as always and eternally, because You, O Holy Father, are so good and so exceedingly gracious to me!
14. Oh the most highest glory be to You as the Father in the Son and Your most holy Spirit, since You created me, redeemed me and sanctified me again to eternal life, thus graciously through Your infinite goodness, mercy and eternal love; yes, eternal thanks and praise be to you, Holy Father, for this from me, a sinful spirit! Your holy will be done forever, Amen; hallowed be Your name in us forever. Amen.