“From heaven above comes sunlight streaming;Shining, blistening, and gleaming.
My silver crescent-cup is filled,
(Be careful that it is not spilled),
Such joy weaves round me everywhere
In water and earth and in light-filled air.
A wave of joy in me as well
Springs from my heart, a surging swell.
By joy I’m taught my God to know.
I am his child—He tells me so.”