Song + 

X + 

The True Light + 

Hither come, all ye whose minds + 

Lust with rosy fetters binds⁠— + 

Lust to bondage hard compelling + 

Th’ earthy souls that are his dwelling⁠— + 

Here shall be your labour’s close; + 

Here your haven of repose. + 

Come, to your one refuge press; + 

Wide it stands to all distress! + 

Not the glint of yellow gold + 

Down bright Hermus’ current rolled; + 

Not the Tagus’ precious sands, + 

Nor in far-off scorching lands + 

All the radiant gems that hide + 

Under Indus’ storied tide⁠— + 

Emerald green and glistering white⁠— + 

Can illume our feeble sight; + 

But they rather leave the mind + 

In its native darkness blind. + 

For the fairest beams they shed + 

In earth’s lowest depths were fed; + 

But the splendour that supplies + 

Strength and vigour to the skies, + 

And the universe controls, + 

Shunneth dark and ruined souls. + 

He who once hath seen this light + 

Will not call the sunbeam bright. + 