The new-born joy of sins forgiven!
Tears of such pure and deep delight,
O angels! never dimmed your sight.
2 You saw of old on chaos rise
The beauteous pillars of the skies;
You know where morn exulting springs,
And evening folds her drooping wings.
3 Bright heralds of th’ Eternal Will,
Abroad his errands you fulfill;
Or, throned in floods of beamy day,