Born to cheer his vacant night. 1423
Praising him to-day who came
Bearing far his heavenly flame:
Came to crown our king’s desire
With his gift of golden fire.
Semichorus. My heart, my heart is freed.
Now can I sing. I loose a shaft from my bow,
A song from my heart to heaven, and watch it speed.
It revels in the air, and straight to its goal doth go.
I have no fear: I praise distinguishing duly: