A hymn for Epiphany reflects something of the same spirit of adoration:
Desire of every nation,
Light of the Gentiles, Thou!
In fervent adoration
Before Thy throne we bow;
Our hearts and tongues adore Thee,
Blest Dayspring from the skies.
Like incense sweet before Thee,
Permit our songs to rise.
The final stanza of her Ascension hymn is full of poetic fire: