Eternal One, whom mortal eye <br />Hath never seen, and ne'er can see, <br />Loud winds, and fires that flame on high, <br />Are spirits ministering to thee. <br /> <br /> <br />Those angels of thy love and might, <br />How blest the office that they bear! <br />To shed on earth the holy light, <br />And fill with health the wakened air. <br /> <br /> <br />And yet, to man hast thou assigned <br />A nobler ministry than this;- <br />With grace and truth to cheer the mind, <br />And wake the soul to health and bliss. <br /> <br /> <br />By him, who to this holy end <br />Is now ordained,-as by the Son, <br />Whom thou didst sanctify and send <br />To save the world,-thy will be done. <br /> <br /> <br />Thy will be done, whene'er he leads <br />The service in these courts of thine; <br />Thy will be done, whene'er he pleads <br />For truth or charity divine. <br /> <br /> <br />When at the couch by anguish pressed <br />He kneels, and speaks of pardon there, <br />Then may the contrite sufferer rest, <br />Soothed by his presence and his prayer. <br /> <br /> <br />When, like the moth, his house of clay <br />Is crushed, O may the spirit, Lord, <br />That served thee in it, hear thee say, <br />'Rise from thy toils to thy reward.'<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymns-for-ordination-and-installation-iv/
