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