ALL-BOUNTIFUL Creator, who, When Thou didst mould the world, didst drain The waters from the mass, that so Earth might immovable remain; That its dull clods it might transmute To golden flowers in vale or wood, To juice of thirst allaying fruit, And grateful herbage spread for food; Wash Thou our smarting wounds and hot, In the cool freshness of Thy grace; Till tears start forth the past to blot, And cleanse and calm Thy holy place; Till we obey Thy full behest, Shun the world's tainted touch and breath, Joy in what highest is and best, And gain a spell to baffle death. Grant it, O Father, Only Son, And Holy Spirit, God of Grace; To whom all glory, Three in One, Be given in every time and place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |