Subjection to the Father of Spirits.
1 Eternal Source of light and thought!
Be all beneath thyself forgot,
Whilst thee, great parent-mind, we own,
In prostrate homage round thy throne.
2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey
Of thee some faint reflected ray,
They wondering to their Father rise:
His power how vast! his thoughts how wise!
3 O may we live before thy face,
The willing subjects of thy grace;
And through each path of duty move,
With filial awe, and filial love.