Johann Rudolf Zumsteeg: His Short Biography and Aesthetic Representation of His Works

Loudly thundering, sings of Jehovah!
How in the halls of that temple,
Balm for the pain of repentance,
High joy for the heart
Of pious devotion flows down!
How now from the holy place
The sublime choir floats,
Powerfully wave upon wave rises
Up to the throne of the Godhead!

On the shore of the Spirit Island Zumsteeg's opera
The hand of God leads the creator of songs.
Here, here it was where his inflamed bosom
Long found the sanctuary of the muses,
A place worthy of him;
Here the rich source poured itself out,
Streams in waves, heavenly pure and bright,
Through the land of enchantments;
Here Polyhymnia’s altars glow,
Here Zumsteeg’s honor blooms immortal,
Here the wreath that the fatherland proudly,
That the stranger with a just hand
(For at the powerful victories of this magic,
Even Envy had fallen silent)
Wound around his noble brow.