1. With an endless rapture I shall requite
The debts to him for his delights,

2. Who gave me from his presence to imbibe
A draft, oh, sweet the drink I sipped!

3. He hath all melodies that one can crave,
Making existence roseate from his strains.

4. When from him music's measure onward sped,
Mine ears took it with listening that never waned.