From angels or the moon's celestial sphere,From desert rains that make the dry lands clear,
Life's brow was purified, then God aboveBestowed him on me—gift of perfect love.
He is whate'er my verses ever wove,And all that clears the vision's inward grove.
My refuge, song, my lute and melody,My promise and the strings that sing to me.
He is my kiss at dawn's first prayerful hour,When worship meets the soul in sacred power.
He is to me the splendour love displaysUpon the tablet of eternal days.
He is my smile, my blessing, and my bliss—My Lord, the Mighty, gave me all of this.