Let thy cup, O’ bearer, pure and bright,  
Be filled with love’s eternal light,  
Not once, but ever, from dawn till night,  
With the sacred wine that takes its flight.

In its depths, the truth shall glow,  
A light that whispers soft and slow,  
Overflowing with grace, let it flow,  
And in its stream, our hearts shall grow.

Let the cup never know decay,  
For in its fullness, peace shall stay,  
The wisdom of the ages lay,  
In every drop, a brighter day.

From the hand that gives, there’s endless cheer,  
No emptiness, no thirst, no fear,  
For he who drinks will find it clear—  
The cup of love is always near.