This is the moment, this the creative hour!
Lo, I am one with thee,
I partake, I am washed anew.
Out of lies this is true,
Out of the dark of lies and entangling hates this is true,
That Thou who art ever-living, out of death shall create anew.
What weakling spirit knew thee gray and old,
Thou flaming one,
Thou fructifying sun,