Hail, Blessed Luminary, 'neath Thy zone
The realms of Nature Thee for Ruler own.
Th'inconstancy of change Thou dost control,
That first, and middle, last, attain the Goal,
And reach fruition 'neath Thy guardian eye.
When Souls, attaining, soar into the Sky
On winged beams of Light, they find their Home,
And join the starry hosts in Heaven's dome,
Dispelling Lethe's bonds. In ordered harmony
They whirl in constant spheres, serene on high.
For by Thy energy the things of Night
Give way to high command, "Let there be Light".
Continue, unremitting, us to raise
To sing in heavenly spheres, The ONE to praise.
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