Classic Poem

Lord of eternal sanctity!
From whose prolific power,
All things in ocean, earth, and sky
Draw their exhaustless energy
And growth, from hour to hour!
Untiring life of all below!
Secret of nature's ebb and flow!
In every element confess'd,
Its cause of motion as of rest!

Come, Thou who dost the soul endue
With sevenfold gifts divine!
Come, Thou who dost the world renew!
Author of peace! Consoler true!
Third of the sacred Trine!
To every soul in bliss above
Its fount of happiness and love!
To all who pine in Hell beneath,
Parent of misery and death!

Spirit of love! 'Twas Thou, who borne
O'er the wide water's face,
Didst, at creation's golden morn,
The universal spheres adorn
With majesty and grace;
From Thee again, this fallen earth
Receiv'd a second — holier — birth,
When, cloth'd in Pentecostal flame,
From Heav'n's pure height Thy glory came.

Thou didst the Gospel trumpet sound
Over the world afar;
And summon from their sleep profound,
The dead who lay in darkness bound,
To hail the Morning Star.
By Thee infus'd with grace and might
They went with courage to the fight;
And, casting every fear aside,
The hosts of rampant Hell defied.

Thine be laudation evermore,
From all salvation's heirs;
Thy truth, beneficence, and pow'r,
Let all created worlds adore,
In holy hymns and prayers;
To Thee let earth, in notes of praise,
The solemn Sanctus Sanctus raise;
Who hearest every human sigh,
Mindful of earthly misery!

O Thou who teachest us to place
In Thee our hope and trust,
The stains of former guilt efface;
Confirm the innocent in grace;
And glorify the just!
On him who rules the Church below,
Thy truth-inspiring aid bestow;
Direct the hearts of kings aright;
The realms of Christendom unite.

Subdue the world in every heart;
Its leaven purge away;
Bid our Satanic foe depart;
Scatter his force; oppose his art;
And crush his deadly sway.
Faith, love, and holy zeal restore,
As in the Christian days of yore;
And to the flock of Peter, be
Its rest and perfect unity.