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.