Sweet the lute, with quivering strings;
Far more sweet than every tone
Are the words “Maria’s Son.”
Sweetness fills the air around,
At the echo’s answering sound;
Far more sweet than echo’s fall,
Is to me the Bridegroom’s Call.
Lord of all that’s fair to see!
Come, reveal Thyself to me;
Let me, ’mid Thy radiant Light,