Earth, sea, and skies,
For me are in thine eyes,
Yea, thou for me
Holdest within thyself eternity.
As the dew’s sphere
Encloses all the clear
Fires hung in the night,
The thin moon and the shaken seas delight.
And there the rose
Where seraphs throne them, glows
Quiring God’s name,
With music that is sound of joy made flame.
God’s very grace
Is perfect in thy face,
Mirrored such wise
That I mine own soul there imparadise.