Lord of spirits, I surrender
For Thy use Thy gifts to me:
O but show Thy mercy tender
When my song no more shall be;
More and more my heart’s aflutter
With the thoughts I may not utter,
While life’s riddle great I ponder.

Let my laurels in oblivion
Turn to dust, I shall rejoice
If my soul, renewed, is given
There to sing with sacred voice,
If, in accents pure and glo­ri­ous,
I may join the hymn vic­to­ri­ous
At Thy throne to harps of Hea­ven.