That greetings glorious from high heaven,
Whence joys supernal flow,
Come from that Love, divinely near,
Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, [25]
Through God, who gave that word of might [1]
Which swelled creation's lay:
“Let there be light, and there was light.”
What chased the clouds away?
'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud [5]
A bow of promise on the cloud.