Oh for the spirit which inspired of old

The seer's prophetic song—the voice that spake

Through Israel's warrior king. The strains that burst

In thrilling tones from Zion's heaven-strung harp,

Float down the tide of ages, shedding light

On pagan shores and nations far remote:

Eternal as the God they celebrate,

Their fame shall last when Time's long race is run,

And you refulgent eye of this fair world,—

Its light and centre,—into darkness shrinks,

Eclipsed for ever by the glance of Him

Whose rising sheds abroad eternal day.

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Almighty, uncreated Source of life!

To Thee I dedicate my soul and song;

In humble adoration bending low

Before thy footstool. Thou alone canst stamp

A lasting glory on the works of man,

Tuning the shepherd's reed, or monarch's harp,

To sounds harmonious. Immortality

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