Joy, the sacred law is found,
Now the Temple stands complete,
Gladly let us gather round
Where the pontiff holds his seat;
Now he spreads the volume wide,
Opening forth its leaves to-day,
And the monarch by his side
Gazes on the bright display.
Joy! the secret vault is found,
Full the sunbeams fall within,
Pointing darkly under ground,
To the treasure we would win.
They have brought it forth to light,
And again it cheers the earth;
All its leaves are purely bright,
Shining in their newest worth.
This shall be the sacred mark,
Which shall guide us to the skies,
Bearing, like a holy ark,
All the hearts who love to rise;
This shall be the corner-stone
Which the builders threw away,
but was found the only one
Fitted for the arch's stay.