By holy conjurer my eyes are undone
What new peace does my soul now find?
Fragile and tender art, holy spun
Heals the dreary heart and with beauty binds
The devil calleth me away to war make
God whispers to my soul that I can paint
Low devil destroys beauty in his wake
Art elevates the man from sin to saint
Smallest pap-pillion to mountain splendor
From brightest sun to graceful frame of man
Art elated souls in sweet surrender
Beauty abounds in all God's simple plan
Art's devine pleasure whether ill or well
Perennial with man shall always dwell
What new peace does my soul now find?
Fragile and tender art, holy spun
Heals the dreary heart and with beauty binds
The devil calleth me away to war make
God whispers to my soul that I can paint
Low devil destroys beauty in his wake
Art elevates the man from sin to saint
Smallest pap-pillion to mountain splendor
From brightest sun to graceful frame of man
Art elated souls in sweet surrender
Beauty abounds in all God's simple plan
Art's devine pleasure whether ill or well
Perennial with man shall always dwell