O sweet enfolding in the Arms divine,

O blessed Vision, welcome passing sweet,

I bow beneath the joy that I am Thine,

A weight of gladness cast I at Thy feet.

O heights of God! within Thy clefts I hide,

The home where dove and nightingale abide.

“All hail, My dove! on earth below

Thou hast roamed afar and long,

Until should grow the strong swift wings,

That should bear Thee aloft from thy wanderings

To the rest and song.”