作词 : Bill Douglas
 作曲 : Bill Douglas
 编曲 : Bill Douglas
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give,
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
That Light whose smile kindles the Universe，
That Beauty in which all things work and move，
The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Colors of white radiance, talking Eternity.
Sanctus
Sanctus
That Light whose smile kindles the Universe,
That Beauty in which all things work and move,
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give,
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.