And try to follow where I shew the way.

But be it yours, while joining in the prayer,

That not your tongue so much as heart may share.

O love supreme, full-orbed and glorious sun,

Compared with whom that other is but night,

The world’s true life alone, the world’s true light!

O Thou whose breath created it at first,

And still upholdest with a father’s care!

Whate’er Thou willest, who hast power to do!

O fountain without rise, whose boundless stream