Ode 40
A song of praise without equal.
1As the honey distills from the comb of the bees,
2And the milk flows from the woman that loves her children;
3So also is my hope on Thee, my God.
4As the fountain gushes out its water,
5So my heart gushes out the praise of the Lord and my lips utter praise to Him, and my tongue His psalms.
6And my face exults with His gladness, and my spirit exults in His love, and my soul shines in Him:
7And reverence confides in Him; and redemption in Him stands assured:
8And His inheritance is immortal life, and those who participate in it are incorrupt. Hallelujah.