I love to lie at night and muse
Upon His perfect loveliness,
No words describe, though I enthuse,
The Matchless One.

I call Him Sovereign, God and King,
Redeemer, Ruler, Saviour, Lord,
His praises thus I love to sing-
The Matchless One.

Yet feeble tongue cannot reveal
My adoration and my love;
Accept the homage that I feel,
Thou Matchless One.

E. W. C.