Goodness, thou art the soul of all that's fair,
The charm, the grace, the light of all things here:
In thee the sun his glorious splendors wears,
And in thy beams the moon her silver tears;
The flowers their beauty from thy hand derive,
And in thy smile the birds their carols give;
The gentle zephyrs at thy breath rejoice,
And all the groves in harmony rejoice;
The ocean in thy presence calms its waves,
And in thy light the stars their beauty save;
The earth, the air, the sky, all nature speaks
The praise of goodness, and her love seeks.
Oh, may my soul thy image ever bear,
And in thy light and love forever share!