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