Arise briskly! my heart, and become tone,
And, [my] soul, become song!
And, let joy sound the song of praise
That glows within my breast!
For He, who unfurls all the heavens
And counts the host of stars,
For God, the Father, faithful and loving,
Shall never leave me.

  I lay, shrouded in the darkness
That comes from out of hell,
And through my deepest soul
Grief tore with the claws of a tiger;
All my strength was broken,
All my courage extinguished,
Then I called out to Him who creates all things:
Make it, Father, make it come right!

  And suddenly the night became light,
Sorrow was transformed into bliss,
And, raised up, I once more saw
The glory of life,
The blue, bright realm of the stars,
The flowery meadow of the earth --
Then my misery was but a dream,
The world the best of all worlds.

  Therefore, I thank Him who wreaks miracles
And goodness ever and ever,
Every drop of blood within me
Ripples the song of praise,
Every glance becomes a beam
That presses upward to Heaven,
Where a thousand, thousand, thousand times
Holy! Holy! rings out.

  For as a little child is tended
By a faithful mother in her lap,
Thus does His faithfulness never let go,
[His faithfulness] that supports everything blissfully;
And His love entices so sweetly
That which love may understand,
That we shall come to Him in 
His paradise of joy and innocence!