O paradise of soulsJohann Sebastian BachO paradise of soulsIn which God's spirit dwelleth:Which at creation breathed,Which ne'er again will vanish:Up, up, thyself prepare,The Comforter draws near.
← LibraryJohann Sebastian Bach · songO paradise of soulsO paradise of souls by Johann Sebastian Bach with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongO paradise of soulsJohann Sebastian BachOˈəʊparadisepˈæɹədˌaɪsofˈɒvsoulssˈəʊlzInˈɪnwhichwˈɪtʃGodɡˈɒd'sspiritspˈɪɹɪtdwelleth:Whichwˈɪtʃatˈætcreationkɹiːˈeɪʃənbreathedbɹˈiːðd,Whichwˈɪtʃnenˈiː'erˈɜːagainɐɡˈɛnwillwˈɪlvanishvˈænɪʃ:Upˈʌp,upˈʌp,thyselfθaɪsˈɛlfpreparepɹɪpˈeə,TheðəComforterkˈʌmfətɐdrawsdɹˈɔːznearnˈiə.