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 joyfully,
And rings out 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, would gladly sing a song of jubilation
how wondrously in its eye 
A tear sparkles brightly and clearly!

   It praise the Lord as well as it can,
And its thanks, as well, He gladly accepts.
But you should sing every day anew
Of God's love and God's faithfulness!