Soon night
(Isador) George Henschel
Soon night
will reach its end;
already I feel the morning breezes blowing.
The Lord, he says:
"Let there be light!"
Then all that is dark must disappear.
From Heaven's vault
through all the world
the angels fly, cheering with joy;
rays of sunlight
blaze through the universe.
Lord, let us struggle, let us win!