Scripture Verse

It is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. Romans 13:11

Introduction

portrait
Ludvig Lindeman
(1812–1887)

Words: Jo­hann A. Frey­ling­haus­en, Neues Geistreich­es Ge­sang-Buch (Hal­le, Ger­ma­ny: 1714), num­ber 1 (Auf, auf, weil der Tag er­schien­en). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Fran­ces E. Cox, Sac­red Hymns from the Ger­man (Lon­don: Will­iam Pick­er­ing, 1841), pag­es 3–6.

Music: Op, Thi Dag­en Nu Frem­bryd­er Lud­vig M. Lin­de­man (1812–1887) (🔊 pdf nwc). Ap­peared in The Lu­ther­an Hym­na­ry (Min­ne­apo­lis, Min­ne­so­ta: Augs­burg Pub­lish­ing House, 1913), num­ber 160. Note: The tune name ech­oes the first line of Hans A. Bror­son’s trans­la­tion of Frey­ling­haus­en’s text from Ger­man to Dan­ish. See Psalm­ebog, ud­giv­en af Syn­od­en for den norske ev­an­gel­isk-lu­ther­ske Kirke i Am­er­ika, second edition ed­it­ed by Mag­nus B. Land­stad (Min­ne­apo­lis, Min­ne­so­ta: Fri­kirk­ens Bog­han­del, 1911),  num­ber 199.

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Cox (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

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Johann Freylinghausen
(1670–1739)

Lyrics

Wake! the wel­come day ap­pear­eth,
How with joy our hearts its cheer­eth!
Wake! the Lord’s great year be­hold!
That which ho­ly men of old,
Those who throng the sac­red pag­es,
Waited for through count­less ag­es;
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Now the wished for morn­ing break­eth;
Hark! how Si­on’s daugh­ter wak­eth
Shouts of joy and ju­bi­lee,
Thus His ad­vent-dawn to see:
King and Bride­groom she en­thrones Him,
Though ’tis but a rem­nant owns Him;
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Patriarchs erst and priests as­pir­ing,
Kings and pro­phets long de­sir­ing,
Saw not this be­fore they died:
Lo! the Light to them de­nied!
See its beams to earth di­rect­ed!
Welcome, O Thou long-ex­pect­ed!
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

He, the Sav­ior sent by Heav­en,
Once through faith to Abram giv­en,
Israel’s Son and glor­ious King,
Hope to which the hea­then cling,
Now on earth with men ab­id­ing,
Comes to Zi­on meek­ly rid­ing;
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Lo! He comes, a vic­tim will­ing,
All His Father’s will ful­fill­ing;
He will, through His pre­cious blood,
All things once again make good,
Pain and shame of death sus­tain­ing,
What was lost with joy re­gain­ing;
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

In our stead Him­self He of­fers,
On th’ac­curs­èd tree He suf­fers,
That His death’s sweet sa­vor may
Take our curse for aye away,
Cross and curse for us en­dur­ing,
Hope and Heav’n to us se­cur­­ing;
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Moses’ law no long­er rules us,
Christ’s free Spir­it gent­ly schools us;
Ended now our cap­tive thrall,
He who God ob­eys in all,
Through His Sav­ior’s death and mer­it,
Now en­joys ad­opt­ion’s spir­it;
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Rent the tem­ple cur­tain’s cen­ter,
Fearless each may strive to en­ter,
Through the veil, the ho­ly place,
There to stand be­fore His face;
He who once came down from Heav­en,
Fear from all our breasts hath driv­en;
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Therefore, songs tri­umph­ant rais­ing,
Zion, still your King be prais­ing,
Praises sing with mouth and heart,
In His reign thou’lt bear thy part;
Come, thy­self as of­fer­ing bring­ing,
Come, thou Bride, for ev­er sing­ing,
Hal­le­lu­jah! Hal­le­lu­jah!