And now the time returns again: / Our souls exult, and London's towers / Receive the Lamb of God to dwell / In England's green and pleasant bowers.

God appears, and God is Light,To those poor souls who dwell in Night,But does a human form displayTo those who dwell in realms of day.

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

He is meek, and He is mild; / He became a little child. / I a child, and thou a lamb, / We are callèd by His name. / Little Lamb, God bless thee!

Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult

Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepareYour souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;Prepare your arms for glorious victory;Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!Prepare, prepare!