He comes a moon whose like the sky ne'er saw awake or dreaming
Crowned with eternal flame no flood can lay
Lo from the flagon of thy love O Lord my soul is swimming
And ruined all my body's house of clay!

When first the Giver of the grape my lonely heart befriended
Wine fired my bosom and my veins filled up;
But when his image all mine eye possessed a voice descended
'Well done O sovereign Wine and peerless Cup!'