Song XXV

What wishest Thou for all the lavish gifts of Thine?
What for Thy benefactions boundless and divine?
The Church cannot contain Thee, Thou art everywhere:
Down in the depths and seas, in the earth and in the air.
For gold Thou cravest not, belongeth all to Thee
Whate’er on earth a man his own may claim to be.
And so with grateful hearts we worship Thee, O Lord,
Because no better offering can we afford.
Thou rul’st the world, and Thou alone hast made the sky,
With golden stars that shine so finely there on high.
Thou hast laid the foundations of the earth immense,
Its naked plains lie covered with Thy herbage dense.