My dark to light

The Moon is mirrored in the Lake

Which loves in her soft light to shine:

And all my soul I open wide

To bask in Thine.

The Mountains view their lovely forms

Reflected in the tranquil Mere:

So dwells in depths which Thou hast calmed,

Thine image dear.

No vapour dims the heavens above,

No cloud o'ershades the lovely scene:

Lord! let no doubt, no moment's mist

E'er intervene.

No voice disturbs the perfect peace,

No whisper breathes on lake or hill:

So, in Thy calm, the Babel world

Is hushed and still.

O blissful calm! O Paradise!

Thy gift, O God, this radiant night:

And Thou hast turned my grief to joy,

My dark to light.