The dark night has vanished,
The dear sun has awakened;
Now there is singing and ringing near and far
To the praise and glory of our faithful Lord.

   The song of the birdlets resounds so joyfully,
And rings out so freshly in field and forest;
The lark leads the singing jubilantly
And carries their song up to God.

   The flower gazes quietly toward the sky,
It, too, might well gladly sing a song.
See, how wondrously in its eye
The tear trembles brightly and clearly!

   It thinks: Oh God, how good Thou art!
And gazes upward and weeps the while;
It thanks the Lord as well as it can; --
Its thanks as well He gladly accepts!