My spirit sang all day
Robert Bridges, Gerald Finzi
My spirit sang all day
O my joy
Nothing my tongue could say
Only My joy!
My heart an echo caught
O my joy
And spake
Tell me thy thought
Hide not thy joy
My eyes gan peer around
O my joy
What beauty hast thou found?
Shew us thy joy
My jealous ears grew whist;
O my joy
Music from heaven is't
Sent for our joy?
She also came and heard;
O my joy
What, said she, is this word?
What is thy joy?
And I replied
O see, O my joy
’Tis thee, I cried, 'tis thee:
Thou art my joy
