Words: , 1599 (Wach­et auf, ruft uns die Stimme), trans­lat­or un­known; see al­so Wake, Awake, for Night Is Fly­ing.

Music: Wach­et Auf, ; har­mo­ny by , 1731.

Now let every tongue adore Thee!
Let men with angels sing before Thee!
Let harps and cymbals now unite!
All Thy gates with pearl are glorious,
Where we partake through faith victorious,
With angels round Thy throne of light.
No mortal eye hath seen, no mortal ear hath heard
Such wondrous things;
Therefore with joy our song shall soar
In praise to God forevermore.