Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HYMN OF PRAISE, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE First Line: Praise god for this all-beauteous earth Last Line: Hath builded our eternal home. Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles Subject(s): God; Praise; Religion; Theology | ||||||||
I PRAISE God for this all-beauteous earth; Praise Him for blessings of our birth; Praise Him for all the joy of life That far outweighs its grief and strife. II Praise Him for duties of our way, Which lead to the diviner day; Praise Him for labour, bond of all, For after toil comes evenfall. III Praise Him, tho' storm-clouds intervene And blinding mists distort the scene. His guides are ofttimes pain and woe To that far land to which we go. IV Praise Him, tho' stricken in the fight, Sore as our need, more sure our might The strength to conquer, or to bear, Apportion'd is to our despair. V Each time we triumph over sin We bring more near the heaven within, Each time we yield and vanquish'd lie The heaven without us grows less nigh. VI Praise Him for His indwelling Soul, That Glory which transmutes the whole Of those vast realms of Light and Love Within, around us, and above. VII Praise Him Who of His grace hath given A bounteous earth, a boundless heaven, And in the Heaven of Heavens to come Hath builded Our Eternal Home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY A DULL DAY IN SEPTEMBER by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE |
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