Lord of the fiery chariot, swift and bright,
Lord of the flying steeds with wings of flame,
Oh, might I hear thee call me by my name!
Oh, might I see thee beckon from the height!
For all thy glory and for all thy might
'Twere well for thee to call me to thy side,
Along the path of heaven with thee to ride,
And chase the flying squadrons of the night.

For I can tell thee, King, and thou shalt hear
A story worthy of thy high degree;
I, Lord of Light, can tell thee of thy peer,
A lady bright as thou, and worthy thee;
And wouldst thou see her? Take me to thy side:
Her home is Westward. I will be thy guide.