To rule thy heart, Elizabeth, To curb all motions vain, Seemed better to thy godly soul Than as a queen to reign. And lo, enthroned among the Saints, Above the gleaming skies, Thou hast received thy rich reward, The joys of Paradise. Thy reign is with the Angel choirs, The stars beneath thy feet, The Blessed Vision is thy prize And heaven thy queenly seat. All power unto the Father be, All glory to the Son, And honor to the Holy Ghost While endless ages run.