Now be glory and all praise
To the mighty God of heaven,
Who to me such bliss has given
And quiet days.

See what comfort now is mine
And what gladness I inherit,
That such fortune might not merit
Nor divine.

But unto each loving friend,
That they this good chance may bless,
News now of my happiness
Will I send:

Myriad pleasures soon will I
Seek, that nothing shall destroy,
Till my white hairs dance for joy