No. 4 of the 4 Psalms, Op. 74, 1906.

Lyricist: Laurentius Laurentii Lauren's
I Himmelen, i Himmelen,
hvor Gud, vor Herre bor,
hvor saligt did at komme hen,
hvor er den Glæde stor.
For evig, evig skal vi der
se Gud i Lyset, som han er,
se Herren Zebaot.

Og Legemet, og Legemet
som lagdes bort i Muld,
det vorder alt så skinnende,
ja som det skjære Guld.
Og ved af ingen Vunde mer
mens Åsyn det til Åsyn ser
Gud Herren Zebaot.

Og Sjælen får sin Prydelse,
den Krone, som er sagt,
Retfærdighedens Brudekrans,
og så den hvide Dragt.
O Gud, hvad Lyst at være dig nær,
at se i Lyset som du er
dig, Herren Zebaoth.

English translation by William Maccall (1812–1888)

In heav´n above, in heav´n above,
Where God, our Father, dwells;
How boundless there the blessedness!
No tongue its greatness tells;
There face to face, and full and free,
Forever evermore we see:
Our God, the Lord of hosts!

In heav´n above, in heav´n above,
What glory deep and bright!
The splendor of the noonday sun
Grows pale before its light:
The heavenly light that never goes down,
Around whose radiance clouds never frown,
Is God, the Lord of hosts!

In heav´n above, in heav´n above,
God hath a joy prepared,
Which mortal ear had never heard,
Nor mortal vision shared,
Which never pierced to mortal breast,
By mortal lips was never expressed,
O God, the Lord of hosts!

Performers : Grex Vocalis / Carl Høgset. Album : "Edvard Grieg Choral Music"

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