NEUOFFENBARUNGTo sing to the Lord in the morning of the day
1. The stars in the sky still glow solemnly, the evening is still surrounded with the nightly darkness, darkened the north like the south; but as I turn my eye to the morning, the longing chest lifts and the lungs draw deeper draughts from the air blowing from the begetter of the coming day.
2. Oh, it makes me feel so good and so light around the heart, when the eye begins to suck the first, the most tender rays of the nascent day.
3. There I think in such an hour of the earliest morning: ‘Oh people, oh brothers, whom is still held captive by the sorrowful brother of death, the sinful sleep – arise, arise! To shy away from the holy scenes of the morning, as everything rushes towards it; the little clouds, they move with visible joy towards the glorious morning.
4. The birds, the lively singers, how they swell their feathered breast, to greet the coming day and to praise the Holy Father of Light, Whom they do not know, thus like man; but their sacred intuition never lets them rest, they feel the love, the holiness of the Creator, and praise and extol it through their unspeakable joy.
5. The little flowers of the gardens and fields and meadows arise and scatter very fragrantly from their most delicate calyxes in countless clearest little clouds the offerings of thanks and praise up to the stars, who, like departing friends, still look down on the earth from the ever brighter sky, blessing them here and there.
6. Man only – man only, can still sleep and dream of death, where all the innumerable multitudes with the most delightful breasts hasten to the coming streams of life.
7. The little clouds, the flowers and countless armies of animals and little beasts, they hurry awakened by the first of the rays of the golden morning, not knowing where from and where to, in order to praise and extol out of all their powers the Creator, the holy Father, Whom they are only able to suspect, but not to recognize.
8. The people, being children of the Holy Father, endowed with the highest of the graces of life, endowed with an immortal spirit, do not want to await the Holy Father happily in the coming day, do not want to praise and glorify the holy, most loving Giver of eternal life.
9. Oh, be ashamed, children; sleep is dearer to you – the brother of death – than all the only too glorious rushing streams of life from the morning on the nascent day!
10. Wake up, wake up! Oh all you brethren, awake! And rejoice for once at last for the breaking morning to the becoming holy day, in the light of the eternal sun from God! Oh turn no more in the bed of selfishness to the deadly sleep; hear the rustle of the streams of
life from the golden morning! The Father, the Holy Father Himself comes to us in sunny garment, in clouds of heaven, in most holy love! Thus awake for once then, brothers and sisters!
11. Listen, brothers and sisters, the Father is coming, the holy, most loving Father is coming to us Himself on this already so long awaited morning; so awake then, awake from the long, the deadliest night, and receive eternal life in God in the morning of the holy day to come; otherwise your brother, eternal death, will reach you in your sleep!
12. Oh Holy Father, you eternal Sun of life, awaken, awaken for once the sleeping brothers and let them draw life from the holy stream of the eternal morning of love to You, oh You Holy Father! Your holy will be done!!!