Was mir decket Geist und Sinn,
Dass ich Dich zu jeder Frist
Sehe, wie Du selber bist.
[Hymn for Summer. I.]
Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are, and were created.
Rev. iv. 11.
Earth has nothing sweet or fair,
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.
When the morning paints the skies,