Gieb, dass ich sei neu geboren; An dir als ein grünes Reis Wachse, und sei auserkoren, Durch dein Blut gewaschen weiss: Meine Kleider wahre rein, Meide allen falschen Schein.
Dass mein Theil sei bei den Frommen, Welche, Herr, dir ähnlich sind, Und auch ich, der Noth entnommen, Als dein dir getreues Kind, Dann, genahet zu dem Thron, Nehme den verheissnen Lohn.
Welches Wort fasst diese Wonne, Wann ich mit der heilgen Schaar, In dem Stral der reinen Sonne, Leucht auch, wie die Sterne, klar! Amen, Lob sei dir bereit, Dank und Preis in Ewigkeit.
He that overcometh shall inherit all things, and I will be his God, and he shall be my son.
Who are these, like stars appearing, These before God's throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing-- Who are all this glorious band? Hallelujah, hark! they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King.
Who are these, who palms are clasping, Like a conqueror, in their hand, When he sees his foeman gasping, Stretch'd before him in the sand? What the combat, who the foes, Whence this victory arose?
Who are these, in dazzling brightness, Cloth'd in God's own righteousness, These, whose robes of purest whiteness Shall their lustre still possess, Still untouch'd by Time's rude hand? Whence come all this glorious band?
These are they who have contended For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng: These, who well the fight sustain'd, Victory through the Lamb have gain'd.
These are they whose hearts were riven, Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they magnified: Now their painful conflict's o'er; God has bid them weep no more.
Branches of that stock that sav'd them, Where both grace and health unite, In the Lamb's pure blood they lav'd them, Wash'd their robes and made them white: Now adorn'd with holiness, Shine they in their festal-dress.
These, th' Almighty contemplating, Here as priests before Him stand, Soul and body always waiting, Day and night, at his command. Now in God's most holy place Thus they stand before his face.
As the hart at noon-tide panteth For the brooks of water clear, For the life-spring Jesus granteth These have groan'd with many a tear: Now their thirst is satisfied, For they are by Jesus' side.