WHOM all obey, -- Maker of man! who from Thy height Badest the dull earth bring to light All creeping things, and the fierce might Of beasts of prey; -- And the huge make Of wild or gentler animal, Springing from nothing at Thy call, To serve in their due time, and all For sinners' sake; Shield us from ill! Come it by passion's sudden stress, Lurk in our mind's habitual dress, Or through our actions seek to press Upon our will. Vouchsafe the prize Of sacred joy's perpetual mood, And service-seeking gratitude, And love to quell each strife or feud, If it arise. Grant it, O Lord! To whom, the Father, Only Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One, In heaven and earth all praise be done, With one accord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR |