O! Father of the endless days,
Thou Light that lighteth all,
Our hearts exhale perfume of praise,
And open at Thy call.
And Thou art here, oh Lord!
Within, without, around;
And near and far I hear the chord
Of harmony resound.
For Thou art all of all;
Thou, player, and Thou, sound;
Thou, music's Principle
And strings that music bound.
And Thine we are, O! King,
Tuned to Thy will and way;
Thy keys that needs must truly ring,
And may not cease to play.
Discord is but a dream
That dreams itself away,
And leaves us waking in Thy beam,
Thou Light, and Life, and Way.
