In that lofty, sunlit citadel.
For the King himself, in his tender grace,
Hath shown her the brightness of his face;
She can read his law as a shining chart,
For his finger hath written it on her heart;
And she reads his love, for on all her way
His hand is writing it every day.
O, this is why she sings so free:
Her heart can see, her heart can see!
MUSIC. For comments on the composer, John R. Sweney, 1837-99, see [Hymn 342].