Source of being, source of light,

With unfading beauties bright;

Thee, when morning greets the skies,

Blushing sweet with humid eyes;

Thee, when soft declining day

Sinks, in purple waves away;

Thee, O Parent, will I sing,

To thy feet my tribute bring!

2 Yonder azure vault on high,

Yonder blue, low, liquid sky;

Earth, on its firm basis placed,

And with circling waves embraced;

All-creating power confess,

All their mighty Maker bless;

Shaking nature with thy nod,

Earth and heaven confess their God,

3 Father, King, whose heavenly face

Shines serene upon our race;

Mindful of thy guardian care,

Slow to punish, prone to spare;

We thy majesty adore,

We thy well-known aid implore;

Not in vain thy aid we call,

Nothing want, for thou art all!