The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious

Our Cure, To Be No More; Sad Cure!

For No Falsehood Can Endure Touch Of Celestial Temper.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

Freely We Serve, Because We Freely Love, As In Our Will To Love Or Not; In This We Stand Or Fall.

Hail, Holy Light! Offspring Of Heaven Firstborn! Or Of Th' Eternal Co-eternal Beam, May I Express Thee Unblam'd? Since God Is Light And Never But In Unapproached Light Dwelt From Eternity, Dwelt Then In Thee, Bright Effluence Of Bright Essence Increate!