Hail Holy Light, Offspring Of Heav'n Firstborn!

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.

O Conscience, Into What Abyss Of Fears And Horrors Hast Thou Driven Me, Out Of Which I Find No Way, From Deep To Deeper Plunged.

I On The Other Side Us'd No Ambition To Commend My Deeds; The Deeds Themselves, Though Mute, Spoke Loud The Doer.

Did I Request Thee, Maker, From My Clay To Mould Me Man? Did I Solicit Thee From Darkness To Promote Me?