You show Yourself in Your very Self all good—
Gently remind our frailty;
Would that our hearts understood
The greatness of God is not the least cause to flee.
Men who turn away feels His eyes a fiery ray;
Those without resolve approach
A sun resolved on midday;
But some wear white garments and many-colored coats:
The children, let them come and lay in His cool shade;
How like angels and like doves!
His face never leaves their gaze,
Sealed with the promise of the One whom their soul loves.
All thanksgiving in Yours, O Holy Sevenfold Light—
Grant that all Your creatures sing:
All endurance is from Your might,
Most High God, to whom alone we have cause to cling.
