Our spirit wings its flight. But, lo, he now is routed, His boast is turned to gloom. In love for me hath won. Howe'er he rave and storm. My heart from care is free, No trouble troubles me.
Misfortune now is play, And night is bright as day.
He rends Death's iron chain, He breaks through sin and pain, He shatters hell's dark thrall, I follow through it all.