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The Book of Praise.
From earth's vast and hollow womb, Music's deepest base may come ; Seas and floods, from shore to shore, Shall their counter-tenors roar : To this concert, when we sing, Whistling winds your descants bring ; That our song may over-climb All the bounds of place and time, And ascend, from sphere to sphere, To the great Almighty's ear.
So from Heaven on earth He shall Let His gracious blessings fall; And this huge wide orb we see Shall one choir, one temple be ; Where in such a praiseful tone We will sing what He hath done, That the cursed fiends below Shall thereat impatient grow : Then, O come, in pious lays Sound we God Almighty's praise!
George Wither. |
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XXVIII.
To God, ye choir above, begin
A hymn so loud and strong, That all the universe may hear
And join the grateful song.
Praise Him, thou sun, Who dwells unseen
Amidst transcendent light, Where thy refulgent orb would seem
A spot, as dark as night. |
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