From your embrace

Where sleeps an eternal Night,

Let me emerge and sing this Elendian plaint,

For all the pearls have vanished that shone before.

Teach me in pure melodious songs to move

With sirenian might

These hearts who died in joy.

Lord, let the soul of music tune my voice

For death and despair have soiled the shores of Heaven.

Ah! Let the soul of music tune my voice

And cast down with sin oppressed I'll be longing

For your embrace.