Hymns And Odes For Charity Occasions X - Poem by John Pierpont
Now to the God to whom all might
And glory in all worlds belong,
Who fills unseen his throne of light,
Come, let us sing a general song.
His spirit wrapped the mantling air,
Of old, around our infant Earth,
And, on her bosom warm and fair,
Gave her young lord his joyous birth.
He smiles on morning's rosy way;
He paints the gorgeous clouds of even;
To noon he gives its ripening ray;
To night, the view of glorious heaven.
He drives along those sparkling globes
In circles of unerring truth;
He decks them all in radiant robes,
And crowns them with eternal youth.
So will he crown the upright mind,
When life and all its toils are o'er;-
Then let his praise, on every wind,
Rise, till the winds shall wake no more.
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