Пёрселл Генри - Awake, ye dead, Z 182 - текст песни (слова)

Awake, awake, ye dead, the trumpet calls,
 Awake, awake, to sleep no more;
 
 Hark! from aloft the frozen region falls,
 With noise so loud it deafs the ocean's roar;
 Alarm'd, amaz'd the clatt'ring orbs come down.
 
 The virtuous soul alone appears,
 Unmov'd, while earth's foundations shake,
 Ascends, and mocks the universal wreck.