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.

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.

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

God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair

Cruelty has a human heart, And jealousy a human face Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress

For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; Love, the human form divine; and Peace, the human dress.