Which from above in chariots swift Thou dost disperse (20) Through sky and earth, and by Thy law benign they turn And back to Thee they come through fire that brings them home. Grant, Father, that our minds Thy august seat may scan, Grant us the sight of true good’s source, and grant us light That we may fix on Thee our mind’s unblinded eye. (25) Disperse the clouds of earthly matter’s cloying weight; Shine out in all Thy glory; for Thou art rest and peace To those who worship Thee; to see Thee is our end, Who art our source and maker, lord and path and goal.’
