BRANDER
Aye, and more!
Now do I walk in meadows of calm light;
The love of God is over me; I faint
Almost beneath its sweetness and wild joy.
My whole heart's toil is how to merit it
Even a little.
SATAN (raising his hand to bless)
By the grace of God
You shall be worthy servant, O my son.
FAUST
This, then, is what God's vision-seers behold—
This revelation veiled unto mine eyes—
This love unfelt by me—this light of dawn
Beyond our darkened night.... I was too far
Estranged from Him, of too unworthy will,
Bowed by too sore a burden....
[The music of the organ rolls forth once more; and,
at the far end of the nave, the choir takes up the
music.
Voices Singing
From the waters of Zion,
From the fountains of peace,
Pour the floods on whose bosom
Thy seeking shall cease.
There the winds of His garments
Shall lull thee to rest.
There the night of His watching
Shall enter thy breast.
Thou shalt sleep, and awaken;
On His morrow, to be
As a star in His heavens,
A wave in His sea.