Hail, glorious spirits, heirs of light
Hail, glorious spirits, heirs of light,
the high-born sons of fire,
whose souls burn clear, whose flames shine bright:
all joy, yet all desire.
Hail, all you happy souls above,
who make that glorious ring
about the sparkling throne of love,
and there forever sing.
Words: John Austin, 1668
Music: St. Magnus
Meter: CM
Website compiled by
Steve Benner
, 2000-2003.
