51 Sexagesima Sunday
Let them praise the name of the Lord for His name alone is excellent; His glory is above the earth and heaven.
Psalm 148:13
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Keine Schönheit hat die Welt
Angelus. 1657.
trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855
Nothing fair on earth I see But I straightway think on Thee; Thou art fairest in mine eyes, Source in whom all beauty lies! | When the golden sun forth goes, And the east before him glows, Quickly turns this heart of mine To Thy heavenly form divine. | On Thy light I think at morn, With the earliest break of dawn; Ah, what glories lie in Thee, Light of all Eternity! | When I watch the moon arise 'Mid Heaven's thousand golden eyes, Then I think, more glorious far Is the Maker of yon star. | 52 Or I cry in spring's sweet hours, When the fields are gay with flowers, As their varied hues I see, What must their Creator be! | When along the brook I wander, Or beside the fountain ponder, Straight my thoughts take wing and mount Up to Thee, the purest fount! | Sweetly sings the nightingale, Sweet the flute's soft plaintive tale, Sweeter than their richest tone, Is the name of Mary's Son. | Sweetly all the air is stirred When the Echo's call is heard; But no sounds my heart rejoice Like to my Beloved's voice. | Come then, fairest Lord, appear, Come, let me behold Thee here, I would see Thee face to face, On Thy proper light would gaze. | Take away these veils that blind, Jesus, all my soul and mind; Henceforth ever let my heart See Thee truly as Thou art! | |