Song XXV
What wishest Thou for all the lavish gifts of Thine?
What for Thy benefactions boundless and divine?
The Church cannot contain Thee, Thou art everywhere:
Down in the depths and seas, in the earth and in the air.
For gold Thou cravest not, belongeth all to Thee
Whate’er on earth a man his own may claim to be.
And so with grateful hearts we worship Thee, O Lord,
Because no better offering can we afford.
Thou rul’st the world, and Thou alone hast made the sky,