You, who gave colour to the dawn. Magic to the twilight hour, You, through whom scent and sound were born that woods in spring might flower, O guard us, lest we lose for good this miracle that lights the world...

You, who gave music to the brook,
Its lullaby to the grove,
You, who made sharp the wind's attack,
Put the lark's notes high above,
O keep us from that fatal day
when our hearts'song is locket away.

You, who heard stumbling feet go past
On the road to No'where
You, who saw how the blood fell fast
As He walked, incredibly, by,
O keep us lest there come a loss
Of crown of thorns, of pain, of Cross.