"The Spacious Firmament on High" It tells the conqueror That far-stretched power, Which his proud dangers traffic for, That from the farthest North, Yet undiscovered, issue forth, And o'er his new-got conquest sway: Some nation yet shut in With hills of ice May be let out to scourge his sin, And then they likewise shall For as yourselves your empires fall, Thus those celestial fires, Though seeming mute, The fallacy of our desires And all the pride of life confute: For they have watched since first And found sin in itself accurst, And nothing permanent on earth. 3537 William Habington [1605-1654] "THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH" From "The Spectator," No. 465 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied Sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all "The Hand that made us is divine." Joseph Addison [1672–1719] UNIVERSAL PRAYER DEO. OPT. MAX. FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good, Yet gave me, in this dark estate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives For God is paid when man receives, Yet not to earth's contracted span Or think Thee Lord alone of man, Let not this weak, unknowing hand If I am right, Thy grace impart If I am wrong, O, teach my heart Save me alike from foolish pride At aught Thy wisdom has denied, Teach me to feel another's woc, Mean though I am, not wholly so, Through this day's life or death! This day be bread and peace my lot; All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not, To Thee, whose temple is all space, All Nature's incense rise! Alexander Pope [1688-1744] "O GOD! OUR HELP IN AGES PAST" O GOD! our help in ages past, And our eternal home! Under the shadow of Thy Throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Before the hills in order stood, A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. O God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guide when troubles last, And our eternal home! Isaac Watts [1674-1748] "Jesus, Lover of My Soul" "JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL" JESUS lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; With the shadow of Thy wing. Wilt thou not regard my call? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall,— Lo! on Thee I cast my care; Reach me out Thy gracious hand, Thou, O Christ, art all I want; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found,- Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within:— 3541 |