Thou who art I, beyond all I am,
Who hast no nature and no name,
Who art, when all but thou are gone,
Thou, centre and secret of the Sun,
Thou, hidden spring of all things known
And unknown, Thou aloof, alone,
Thou, the [bad word] fire within the reed
Brooding and breeding, source and seed
Of life, love, liberty, and light,
Thou beyond speech and beyond sight,
Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire
Kindling as mine intents aspire.
Thee I invoke, abiding one,
Thee, centre and secret of the Sun,
And that most holy mystery
Of which the vehicle am I.
Appear, most awful and most mild,
As it is lawful, in thy child!
For of the Father and the Son
The Holy Spirit is the norm;
Male-female, quintessential, one,
Man-being veiled in woman-form.
Glory and worship in the highest,
Thou Dove, mankind that deifiest,
Being that race, most [bad word] To spring sunshine through winter storm.

Glory and worship be to Thee,
Sap of the world-ash, wonder-tree!
Glory to thee from gilded tomb!
Glory to thee from waiting womb!
Glory to Thee from earth unploughed!
Glory to Thee from virgin vowed!
Glory to Thee, [bad word] Unity
Of the eternal Trinity!
Glory to Thee, thou sire and dam
And self of I am that I am!

Glory to thee from gilded tomb!
Glory to thee from waiting womb!
Glory to Thee from earth unploughed!
Glory to Thee from virgin vowed!
Glory to Thee, [bad word] Unity
Of the eternal Trinity!
Glory to Thee, thou sire and dam
And self of I am that I am!