World-Song
World-Song
O Vision inviolate, O Splendour supernal,
We stand in Thy white light like lamps alit in day;
Before Thee, Omnipotent, in sight of Thy glory,
Our countenance is witherèd like stars in the sun.
Before Thee our symphonies are still’d into silence;
Thy wisdom we wot not nor ever shall we know;
But from Thy high throne, O God, Thy voice and Thy thunder
In utterance reïterate give glory and strength.