O soul of life, the Holy King of kings!
O God of all the regions, high and low,
O Lord of joy, Whose Glory Nature sings,
Who shapes the earth and lets the mortals grow.
We seek Thy blessed Feet to meditate,
Upon Thy Glorious Form of Holy Light
Which drives away the gloom of sins we hate
And make the souls of righteous people bright.
My heart, O Father, meekly prays to Thee
To win Thy Grace, to make me good and wise,
And bless my mind with knowledge, full and free
From dark and vicious thoughts of sins and lies