Uplifted is the stone
And all mankind is risen;
We all remain thine own,
And vanished is our prison.
All troubles flee away
Before thy golden cup;
For Earth nor Life can stay
When with our Lord we sup.
 
To the marriage Death doth call;
No virgin holdeth back; 
The lamps burn lustrous all;  
Of oil there is no lack.  
Would thy far feet were waking 
The echoes of our street!  
And that the stars were making 
Signal with voices sweet!  
 
To thee, O mother maiden, 
Ten thousand hearts aspire;  
In this life, sorrow-laden, 
Thee only they desire;  
In thee they hope for healing;  
In thee expect true rest, 
When thou, their safety sealing, 
Shalt clasp them to thy breast.  
 
With disappointment burning 
Who made in hell their bed, 
At last from this world turning 
To thee have looked and fled:  
Helpful thou hast appeared 
To us in many a pain:  
Now to thy home we're neared, 
Not to go out again!
 
Now at no grave are weeping 
Such as do love and pray;  
The gift that Love is keeping 
From none is taken away.  
To soothe and quiet our longing 
Night comes, and stills the smart;  
Heaven's children round us thronging 
Now watch and ward our heart.  
 
Courage!  for life is striding 
To endless life along;  
The Sense, in love abiding, 
Grows clearer and more strong.  
One day the stars, down dripping, 
Shall flow in golden wine:  
We, of that nectar sipping, 
As living stars shall shine!  
 
Free, from the tomb emerges 
Love, to die never more;  
Fulfilled, life heaves and surges 
A sea without a shore!  
All night!  all blissful leisure!  
One jubilating ode!  
And the sun of all our pleasure 
The countenance of God!