The caller called—rise up and take thy way,Hath not the summons echoed through thy clay?
My spirit woke intoxicate with hope,Beseeching Heaven's Lord for grace to cope.
My soul grew calm, and I laid grief aside,After long suffering healed what had betide.
Woe to my heart from phantoms of despair,That tasted antidote of joy laid bare.
O friend of God, O guide upon the road,On God's own path advance with light bestowed.
God is enough; He saves the drowning soul,We pour our prayers across this radiant whole.
O God, this is love's offering of desire,From passion manifest in clear sapphire.
The branches dance upon the song's sweet strain,And heart's own hymns are brightness' refrain.
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