A breath of heaven to mortals given,
A glow of holy fire,
And all who breathe it taste of heaven,
And after heaven aspire.
The air of heaven is fill'd with love,
This chords on every string,
This makes the harmony above,
And sacred is the spring.
No joy would mortals find below,
Without this one delight,
But grief, with all its train of wo,
If love was out of sight.
Still blasting storms, and winds may blow,
O'er man's frail life below,
Yet hallow'd love, thy sacred glow,
Shall breath in storms of wo.
