faces shine! How transparent and immaterial become their
features! With their silence they sing of Thee. When the time
of my death cometh, enlighten, O God, my soul as well, to
sing to Thee: Alleluia!
righteous. I know only how nature lauds Thee. I saw in
winter, how, lightened by the moonlight and beneath the
cover of snow which sparkles with silvery light, all the earth
is quietly praying to Thee. I saw how the crimson rays of the
rising sun rejoice in Thee and how choirs of birds hum
praises to Thee. I listen how mysteriously forests speak of
Thee, how winds wing, and brooks murmur Thy name; how,
with their fixed movements through limitless space, the
myriads of stars preach about Thee. What is my praise
before Thee, O Lord! Nature is obedient, and I never cease
to sadden Thee. While I live and see Thy love I want to
glorify Thee, to pray to Thee and to call upon Thee:
Glory to Thee Who hast shown us the light.
Glory to Thee Who hast loved us with deep,
Glory to Thee, O God, in ages.