As In An Organ From One Blast

What Better Can We Do Than Prostrate Fall Before Him Reverent, And There Confess Humbly Our Faults, And Pardon Beg With Tears Watering The Ground?

Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

So Satan, Whom Repulse Upon Repulse Met Ever, And To Shameful Silence Brought, Yet Gives Not O'er Though Desperate Of Success.

God Shall Be All In All.

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.