Almighty King, who reign'st above,
Thou art the source of purest love;
The splendid heavens thy glories show,
Thy wisdom shines in all below;
Seraphs before thee humbly fall,
Acknowledge thee supreme o'er all;
And, wrapt in high transporting joy,
Thy attributes their thoughts employ.
Shall mortals, then, refuse to join
In works so heavenly and divine,
Mortals who live and move in thee,
And thy continual goodness see;
Thou God of Grace, make it my choice
In praising thee, to lend my voice;
Implant thy fear, infuse thy balm,
And make my troubled soul all calm;
Teach me the duty of my life,
Preserve me from unhappy strife,
Conduct me safe through all my days,
And keep me in thy peaceful ways.
When time is done, and death draws nigh,
Then leave me not alone to sigh;
Afford thy grace, and cheer my heart,
And, sure of heaven, let me depart.