Now let us see thy beauty, Lord, As we have seen before; And by thy beauty quicken us To love thee and adore. 'Tis easy when with simple mind Thy loveliness we see, To consecrate ourselves afresh To duty and to thee. Our every feverish mood is cooled, And gone is every load, When we can lose the love of self, And find the love of God. Lord, it is coming to ourselves When thus we come to thee; The bondage of thy loveliness Is perfect liberty. So now we come to ask again What thou hast often given, The vision of that loveliness Which is the life of heaven.