On the eighth day dawns
the age of the new world,
consecrated by Christ,
first fruits of the risen.
O Jesus, king of glory,
unite your faithful people
to the paschal triumph
over evil and death.
Grant that one day we may come
to meet you, O Lord,
on the clouds of heaven
in the Kingdom of the blessed.
Transformed into your image,
we shall see your face
and there will be fullness of joy,
for ever and ever. Amen.

From the depths to you I cry, O Lord,
Lord, listen to my voice!
Let your ear be attentive
to the voice of my prayer.
If you remember our sins, Lord,
who can be saved? Who can be saved?
But there is forgiveness in you,
only in you can love be found.
But there is forgiveness in you,
only in you can love be found.
I hope in the Lord,
my soul is longing for his word.
My soul is longing for the Lord
more than watchmen for the dawn.
Israel is waiting for the Lord
more than watchmen are waiting for the dawn.
Because only in the Lord there is love,
only in him forgiveness can be found.
Because only in the Lord there is love,
only in him forgiveness can be found.
The Lord saves Israel,
The Lord saves Israel,
from all her sins.
The Lord saves Israel,
The Lord saves Israel,
from all her sins.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay!
Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Dawn tinges the sky with purple,
the sound of praise echoes in the air.
The world rejoices in triumph,
hell trembles with fear:
while the King, Christ, frees mankind
from the dark prison of death
and leads us to life.
A stone sealed his tomb;
it was watched by many soldiers,
yet Christ triumphs with glory
and wakes from death:
no more mourning, nor weeping,
no more sorrows.
He rose from death! He rose from death!

I want to sing, to you I want to sing;
awake, awake my heart,
awake, harp and zither!
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me, O God;
in you my soul takes refuge.
I take refuge in the shadow of your wings
until the danger is over.
I want to sing…
I call on God, I call on God the most high,
to God who has done great things for me;
may he send from heaven and save me
from the hands of my enemies.
I want to sing…
I lie as in the midst of lions,
lions who devour men;
their teeth are spears and arrows,
their tongues sharpened swords.
I want to sing…
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me, O God,
they laid a net for my feet,
they dug a pit for me
but fell into it themselves.
I want to sing…
My heart is ready, my heart is ready, O God,
to you I will sing praises;
awake lyre and harp,
I will awake the dawn!
I want to sing…
I will praise you, Lord, among the peoples,
to you I will sing hymns among the nations;
for your love is higher than the heavens,
your faithfulness reaches the clouds.
I want to sing…

O God, you are my God,
I seek you from the dawn;
for you my soul is thirsting.
For you my soul is thirsting,
my flesh is longing for you
like a dry weary land,
like a dry weary land without water.
O God, you are my God...
Your love is better than life,
my lips will speak your praise.
So I will bless you,
in your name I will lift up my hands.
O God, you are my God...
My soul clings to you,
your right hand holds me with strength;
on my bed I think of you,
on you I muse through the night.
O God, you are my God...
My soul shall be filled as with a banquet,
my mouth shall praise you with joy
for you have been my help;
in the shadow of your wings I rejoice.
O God, you are my God…

Says the Lord to my Lord:
"Sit at my right hand,
while I make your enemies,
a foot-stool for your feet,
a foot-stool for your feet,
a foot-stool for your feet."
The sceptre of your power
the Lord holds out from Sion:
"Rule in the midst of your enemies,
rule in the midst of your enemies."
From the womb of the dawn,
like dew I have begotten you,
from the womb of the dawn,
like dew I have begotten you.
Says the Lord to my Lord…
The Lord has sworn and will not repent:
"You are a priest forever
of the order of Melchisedek,
of the order of Melchisedek."
The Lord is at your right hand,
He will shatter all your enemies.
He will judge all the peoples,
he will judge all the nations.
Along the way he drinks from the torrent
and lifts high his head,
and lifts high his head,
and lifts high his head.
Says the Lord to my Lord…

After the Sabbath,
at dawn on the first day of the week,
Mary Magdalen and the other Mary
went to the tomb;
and there was a great earthquake;
an angel of the Lord, descended from heaven,
rolled away the stone and said to the women:
do not be afraid,
I know you are looking for Jesus,
who was crucified.
He is not here, he has risen,
he is not here, he has risen,
he is not here, he has risen!
Go quickly and tell his disciples:
he has risen from the dead,
he has risen from the dead,
and now he is going before you to Galilee!
He is not here, he has risen…
Go quickly and tell his disciples:
he has risen from the dead,
and now he is going before you to Galilee;
there you will see him.
He is not here, he has risen…

It was night
when Jacob arose,
took his wives
and all his sons
and crossed the ford of the Jabbok.
He took them
and sent them across the stream,
sending with them all his possessions:
and Jacob remained alone.
And someone fought with him.
And someone fought with him.
And someone wrestled with him until the dawn.
And since
he could not overcome Jacob,
he struck the hollow of his hip:
and Jacob’s hip was dislocated
as he wrestled with him.
"Let me go, for the dawn is coming."
"Let me go, for the dawn is coming."
"Let me go, for the dawn is coming."
"I will not let you go,
unless you bless me."
Then God asked him:
"What is your name? What is your name?"
"Jacob" – he replied, "Jacob" – he replied.
"You shall no more be called Jacob."
"Israel, Israel,
Israel, shall be your name!
Israel, you have discovered your weakness.
Israel, you shall lean on God.
Israel, strong with God,
Israel, you shall win!
Israel, you have discovered your weakness.
Israel, you shall lean on God.
Israel, Israel,
Israel, Israel shall be your name!"

Come from Lebanon, my bride,
come from Lebanon, come.
You will have for a crown the mountains,
the high crests of Hermon.
You have ravished, ravished my heart,
O my sister, my bride.
Come from Lebanon, my bride,
come from Lebanon, come!
I have searched for the love of my heart,
I searched but I didn’t find it;
I have found the love of my heart,
I’ve embraced him and I’ll not let him go.
I belong to my beloved,
and his whole desire is for me.
Come let us go out into the fields,
let us lodge in the villages.
Let’s go out at dawn to the vineyards,
let us pick the grapes.
I belong to my beloved,
and his whole desire is for me.
I have searched for the love of my heart…
Get up quickly, get up my beloved,
come away my dove.
Winter time has already passed,
the voice of the turtle dove is heard.
The flowers appear again on the earth,
the rain is over and gone.
Get up quickly, get up my beloved,
come away my dove.
I have searched for the love of my heart…
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
love no flood can drown.
To give for it all the wealth of the house
would be to despise it.
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm.
I have searched for the love of my heart…

Upon a dark night,
ablaze with love, with urgent longings,
O happy chance! –
I left without being noticed,
my house at last completely quiet.
In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, in disguise,
O happy chance! –
in darkness and concealed,
my house at last completely quiet.
On this blessed night,
in secret and not seen by anyone,
I beheld nothing
with any other light or guide
but for that which in my heart was burning.
And this was guiding me,
more surely than the light of noon,
to where he was awaiting me –
he whom I knew so well –
and no one, no one else was there.
O night that was my guide!
O night more lovely than the dawn's first light!
O night that united
the Lover with his beloved,
the beloved in her Lover transformed.
Upon a dark night…
O night that was my guide…

You are beautiful, my beloved, like Tirzah,
as beautiful as Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem.
How beautiful are your feet in their sandals,
daughter of princes!
The curve of your hips,
the work of the hands of an artist;
your navel is like a rounded bowl;
your neck, like a tower of ivory;
your eyes, like the pools of Heshbon;
your head crowns you like Mount Carmel;
your hair is as dark as purple;
a king is held captive in your tresses.
You are beautiful, my beloved, like Tirzah,
as beautiful as Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem.
Who is she who rises like the dawn,
as beautiful as the moon, resplendent like the sun?
How beautiful you are, O my love,
how beautiful, my delight,
as beautiful as Jerusalem, as beautiful as Jerusalem.
You are beautiful, my beloved, like Tirzah,
as beautiful as Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, Jerusalem.
Ay! Jerusalem, Jerusalem.