Bright portals of the sky, Emboss'd with sparkling stars, Doors of eternity, With diamantine bars, Your arras rich uphold, Loose all your bolts and springs, Ope wide your leaves of gold, That in your roofs may come the King of Kings. O well-spring of this All Thy Father's image vive Word, that from nought did call What is, doth reason, live The soul's eternal food, Earth's joy, delight of heaven All truth, love, beauty, good To thee, to thee be praises ever given O glory of the heaven O sole delight of earth To thee all power be given, God's uncreated birth Of mankind lover true, Indearer of his wrong, Who doth the world renew, Still be thou our salvation and our song.