Choir for 4 voices
Soprano solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Oboe d`amore
Violin I + II
Viola
Viola d`amore
Basso continuo

Soar joyfully aloft amidst the starry grandeur, unto the stars press onward,
Good wishes, till you God before his throne beholds!
Yet, pause awhile! a heart need not span such great distance
That gratitude and duty to its teacher sends.


A heart that's filled with soft affections,
That in him endless joy awakes,
Is almost overwhelmed in its own pleasure,
For to it hope doth ever more reveal.
It riseth like a brilliant light,
Devotions ardor to God's holy shrine;
How true, the worthy teacher's fame
Is his own pole, to which, a magnet like,
His hopes and his deep longing tend.

Love's force doth guide with gentle paces
A heart that its dear teacher loves.
Where others to excess are yielding,
This heart more cautiously is stirring
For to it reverence measure bids.

Thou art, indeed, O much deserving Sir,
The man who in unbroken teaching
With highest honors
The senior badge of silver can display.
Thanks, veneration, fame,
They all come here together;
And since thou these our hearts
As light and leader must direct,
Thou wilt this joyful commendation not disfavor.

The day that thee long hence did bear
Appears to us so blessed now
As that day when our Maker saith:
Let there be light!

Just this one thing doth worry us:
Our offering may be too imperfect;
Yet, if it but by thee,
O honored teacher, kindly be accepted,
Its worth, however poor, will rise
As high as our devoted hearts desire.

E'en with our muted, feeble voices
Proclaim we this our teacher's praise.
It echoes forceful in our breast
Although the joy which we here feel
But partly know itself to tell.

In such delightful joyful moments
Is our well-wishing's aim fulfilled,
Which all in all
But for thy life doth hope.

Choir: As the years find their renewal
So renewed be now thy fame!
Tenor: But yet, why do we wish,
For this will of itself come true,
And since indeed thy fame,
Which our own Helicon knoweth best,
Is seen as well in other climes?
Choir: Thy deserts' full proclamation
Summons more than we are able.
Bass: So we shall hush
And show thereby to thee
Our gratitude though not within our mouths
Is all the more within our hearts expressed.
Choir: This thy life's most holy shrine
Can completely give us pleasure.
Soprano: When gratitude our mouths doth open,
Then every limb doth in the pleasure share;
The eye extends beyond its wonted limits
And sees thy coming happy fate.
Choir: As the years find their renewal,
So renewed by now thy fame!