Delight that there His coming brought,
too much it were to tell thereof;
those Elders all, when He approach'd,
prostrate they fell before His feet;
legions of angels, call'd together,
scatter'd there incense of sweetest smell;
then glory and glee pour'd forth anew;
all sang to laud that gladsome Jewel.
Through earth to hell the strain might strike,
that the Virtues of Heaven attune in joy;
to laud the Lamb, His host amid,
in sooth possess'd me great delight.