COME, let us sound with melody, the praises Of the Kings' King, th' omnipotent Creator, Author of number, that hath all the world in Harmony framed. Heav'n is His throne perpetually shining, His divine power and glory, thence He thunders, One in All, and All still in One abiding, Both Father and Son. O sacred Sprite, invisible, eternal, Ev'rywhere, yet unlimited, that all things Can'st in one moment penetrate, revive me, O Holy Spirit! Rescue, O rescue me from earthly darkness! Banish hence all these elemental objects! Guide my soul that thirsts to the lively fountain Of thy divineness! Cleanse my soul, O God! Thy bespotted image, Altered with sin so that heavenly pureness Cannot acknowledge me, but in Thy mercies, O Father of grace! But when once Thy beams do remove my darkness; O then I'll shine forth as an angel of light, And record, with more than an earthly voice, Thy Infinite honours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRY THORN; AN ULSTER BALLAD by SAMUEL FERGUSON ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) STANZAS TO HELEN M-- M-- by BERNARD BARTON FRAGMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EPOGRAM; LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW AT THE KING'S ARMS, DUMFRIES by ROBERT BURNS |