GLORY to Thee, whose eye maintains

The watches of the dust,

And noted in Thy book retains

The members of the just:

That, numbered, weighed, and sealed in measure due, Each several grain may lie familiar to Thy view.

GLORY to Thee, whom winds obey,

And seas Thine hests perform,

Careering in the cloudy way,

And riding in the storm:

Thy voice in thunder speaks; Thy breath, as fire,

Inflames the lightning's blaze, and points his shafts with

GLORY to Thee, who makest their power

To know its limits due;

And even in desolation's hour

Rememberest mercy too:

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Thine arm their rage controls, and, stretched to save, Peace to the wind enjoins, and stillness to the wave.

GLORY to Thee, whose hand alone

Huge Ocean captive leads;

And to and fro, from depths unknown,

His restless waters speeds:

Now with majestic march, and swelling tide;

Now to his ancient bounds, diminished, made to glide.

GLORY to Thee, who didst ordain

The barrier of the sand,

Athwart his rude and barren main,

And th' hospitable land:

A bulwark strong, with everduring pale,

Where each proud wave is stayed, nor further can prevail.

GLORY to Thee, whose wondrous care

All nature's thirst supplies,

With exhalations, moist and rare,

That from his surface rise:

Caught in Thy clouds above, and poured in rain;
Or by a thousand streams, superfluous, brought again.

GLORY to Thee, who gavest the brine,

His essence pure to keep;

And badest the living salt combine

Its spirit with the deep:

That, as a soul through some vast carcass spread,
From putrefaction saves, and humours inly bred.

GLORY to Thee, who peoplest there
His waste capacious reign,
Abundant more than earth can bear,
Or teeming heaven contain:

Thy quickening impulse, in his members rife,
Impregnates all his mass, and inundates with life.

GLORY to Thee, the King of kings,

And Lord of lords below;

From Thine their power permissive springs,
From Thine their glories flow:

Placed in Thy keeping sure, and strong control,
The sceptres of their hand, and purpose of their soul.

GLORY to Thee, whose hand did build

This earthly fabric fair;

A temple by Thy presence filled,

Its Maker to declare:

Where, in their pregnant signs revealed and shewn,

Thy power and Godhead both, invisible, are known.

GLORY to Thee, whose eye surveyed

Its substance long before;

Who weighedst in scales its hills unmade,

And toldest its atoms o'er:

And scoopedst its watery bed, and metedst true Within Thy palm each drop, that flows old ocean through.

GLORY to Thee, whose word and will

Before all ages wrought;

And worlds on worlds successive still,
In endless train, forth brought :
The effluence of Thy love on all imprest;

Thine image made to bear, and with Thy bliss be blest.

GLORY to Thee, whose every star,
That shines so clear and bright,
Or evanescent seems from far,

To our diminished sight,

Mysterious truths might tell, with glory crowned; Lord of a subject world, and systems rolling round.

GLORY to Thee, whose marvels lie

Effulgent more and more,

Far as the optic tube can spy,

Or boundless thought can soar:

Through the vast ocean's void, with islands sown, Save to the Mind which form'd,unnumber'd and unknown.

GLORY to Thee, from whom his birth

The burning seraph drew;

And the vile worm, that creeps on earth,

Is yet Thy creature too :

With Thee no height, no depth, no great, no small; Who madest with equal ease, who fillest and boundest all.

GLORY to Thee, whose wondrous chain
Of being, power, and thought,
Through infinite creation's reign

Without a void is wrought:

Harmonious, perfect, just in each degree,
The diapason's scale is closed not, but with Thee.

GLORY to Thee, to whom is known

Our secret frame within;

Where reason rules, and dwells alone,

Where thoughts their course begin:

What stirs each sense, what force each member sways, How rolls the living tide, and speech the tongue obeys.

GLORY to Thee, who dost instil

Thy gentle, soft control,

To bend the springs which turn the will,

And actuate the soul:

As moulded wax they yield, yet unconstrained
Self-governed seem to move, with freedom still retained.

GLORY to Thee, whose hand prepares
The souls of men on high,

Ere, frailty's and corruption's heirs,
Within the womb they lie:

Born in the flesh, probation due to yield,

And earn their bright reward, or be to judgment sealed.

GLORY to Thee, whom death repays
The loan which life had lent,
When nature's time-worn frame decays,
And numbered hours are spent:

Dust unto dust returns, and earth to earth;

But the pure essence light to Thee, who gavest it birth.

GLORY to Thee, who didst ordain
Thy Sacrifice to die;

In deep mysterious counsel slain,
Before all worlds, on high:

A ransom precious-worth, and meet to save
All souls from utter loss, in judgment and the grave.

GLORY to Thee, when unto man,

Thy last and youngest son,

As firstborn in creation's plan,

Prerogative was won:

And the true Adam, Christ, by merit raised,

Beside Thine own right hand, in loftiest seat was placed.

GLORY to Thee, when every throne
And princedom of the light,
Dominions, kingdoms, powers unknown

In virtue and in might;

Before the anointed God, and King divine,

Cast at his feet their crowns, and worshipped at his shrine.

GLORY to Thee, that none who die,

And with the past are told, Though race on race has glided by,

And years on years have rolled;

With flesh to dust are turned, nor being lose,
Nor in lethargic sleep insensible repose.

GLORY to Thee, who hast revealed
Some region dark and dread,
In deep substantial shade concealed,

The mansions of the dead:

Where, in Thy keeping placed, the middle state

Holds all that e'er have been, their second birth t' await.