You are the heartbeat of this day,
All rising spirits of rays attest:
They spell your name on flowers gay,
And raise fields brighter than the west.
Talk of the wind a-strumming trees,
Designing the ambience for a feast;
Of birds a-chirping melodies,
Dialling dances for man and beast.
Have not the cowardly clouds flown
At the piercing of your Father's glance?
Come, King's daughter, on wonders throne,
Walk paths that drip with abundance.
How favour is fashioned for your face;
Perfection, the pole of His peerless plan!
Oh rainbow-voiced one sing of His grace,
Pour praises for the Master Craftsman!
You shall be beautiful forever,
The joy of many generations!
Everlasting pride of eras,
Revealing God's glory for aeons!