Феликс Мендельсон - Hymn of Praise: No. 6 - The sorrows of death - ноты, текст песни (слова)

The sorrows of death had closed all around me, 
 and hell's dark terrors had got hold upon me, 
 with trouble and deep heaviness; 
 but said the Lord, "Come, arise from the dead, 
 and awake thou that sleepest, I bring thee salvation."
 
 We call through the darkness, "Watchman, will the night soon pass?" 
 The watchman only said 
 "Though the morning will come, the night will come also." 
 Ask ye, enquire ye, ask if ye will enquire ye, 
 return again, ask: "Watchman, will the night soon pass?"