Rose-cheeked Saint, come,
Sing your sweet song with your awesome
Voice with heaven’s touch,
With eternal grant grace.

Lovely words do flow
From consent divinely charmed;
Heaven is joy, and your beauty’s fair
Marked by heaven’s glories.

These jolly tunes we sing
In one accords need for helps to grace them;
Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord around,

But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renewed by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in themselves
Eternal.