The Spacious Earth And What The Earth Co
The spacious earth, and what the earth contains,
Are heav’n’s high Lord’s–o’er the wide world he reigns
O’er the wide world extends his boundless sway;
The wild, the wise, the wretched and the gay,
The poor, the rich, howe’er dispers’d they are,
Are his, and feel his providential care.
He on the seas this solid earth hath plac’d;
He on the raging floods has fix’d her fast;
In vain the waters rise, the billows roar,
He braves their fury, and defies their pow’r.
All then is God’s–but one empyreal throne,
Sublime above all heights, has made his own.
Thither can man ascend? is man so blest,
As near his maker on his hill to rest?
Yes; he whose honest heart from guilt is clear,
Whose hands are spotless, and his tongue sincere;
Who shuns of vanity the baneful road,
Nor to deceitful oaths attests his God;
He with his gracious presence shall be blest;
He on his holy hill shall ever rest;
This, this is truth, the way to heav’n is this,–
The certain road to everlasting bliss.
Ye doors, that on eternal hinges turn,
Ye shining gates, which sparkling gems adorn;
The king of glory comes, by all ador’d,
Ope wide your portals and receive your Lord.
This king of glory who? what royal guest
In these our sacred mansions deigns to rest?
E’en he, the mighty God, whole strong right-hand
Has o’er th’ extended universe command;
Whose force in vain embattl’d ranks oppose,
Who comes triumphant o’er his vanqusih’d foes.
Ye doors that on eternal hinges turn,
Ye mining gates, which sparkling gems adorn;
The king of glory comes, by all ador’d;
Ope wide your portals, and receive your Lord.
This king of glory who?–enquire no more–
That sov’reign being of unbounded pow’r;
That God encircled round with majesty–
The Lord of hosts–the king of glory, he.