Awake, my heart, with gladness,
See what today is done;
Now, after gloom and sadness,
Comes forth the glorious Sun.
My Savior there was laid
Where our bed must be made
When to the realms of light
Our spirit wings its flight.

The foe in triumph shouted
When Christ lay in the tomb;
But, lo, he now is routed,
His boast has turned to gloom.
For Christ again is free;
In glorious victory
He who is strong to save
Has triumphed o’er the grave.

To halls of heavenly splendor
With Him I penetrate;
And trouble ne’er may hinder
Nor make me hesitate.
Let tempests rage at will,
My Savior shields me still;
He grants abiding peace
And bids all tumult cease.

He brings me to the portal
That leads to bliss untold,
Whereon this rime immortal
Is found in script of gold:
“Who there my cross hath shared
Finds here a crown prepared;
Who there with Me hath died
Shall here be glorified.”

(“Awake, My Heart, with Gladness” stanzas 1,2,7 and 8; a 17th century hymn text by the great Paul Gerhardt, translated by John Kelly in the mid 19th century; hymn 192 in “The Lutheran Hymnal,” a 1941 hymnal from Concordia Publishing House, St. Louis)