BEHOLD the Lightener of the stars On the crests of the clouds, And the choralists of the sky Lauding Him.
Coming down with acclaim From the Father above, Harp and lyre of song Sounding to Him.
Christ, Thou refuge of my love, Why should not I raise Thy fame! Angels and saints melodious Singing to Thee.
Thou Son of the Mary of graces, Of exceeding white purity of beauty, Joy were it to me to be in the fields Of Thy riches.
O Christ my beloved, O Christ of the Holy Blood, By day and by night I praise Thee.