World-Song

O Vision inviolate, O Splendour supernal, We stand in Thy white light like lamps alit in day; Before Thee, Omnipotent, in sight of Thy glory, Our countenance is witherèd like stars in the sun.

Before Thee our symphonies are still’d into silence; Thy wisdom we wot not nor ever shall we know; But from Thy high throne, O God, Thy voice and Thy thunder In utterance reïterate give glory and strength.