To the bright world of endless day:

And sing with rapture and surprise,

His loving-kindness in the skies.

Medley.

As from the bosom of her mystic fountains,

Nile’s sacred water windeth to the main,

Flooding each vale embosom’d ’mong the mountains,

From far Alata’s fields to Egypt’s plain:

So from the bosom of the Fount of Love,