Anthem for the Children of Christ's Hospital

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Seraphs! around th’ Eternal’s seat who throng
With tuneful ecstasies of praise:
O! teach our feeble tongues like yours the song
Of fervent gratitude to raise —
Like you, inspired with holy flame
To dwell on that Almighty name
Who bade the child of Woe no longer sigh,
And Joy in tears o’erspread the widow’s eye.

Th’ all-gracious Parent hears the wretch’s prayer;
The meek tear strongly pleads on high;
Wan Resignation struggling with despair
The Lord beholds with pitying eye;
Sees cheerless Want unpitied pine,
Disease on earth its head recline,
And bids Compassion seek the realms of woe
To heal the wounded, and to raise the low.

She comes! she comes! the meek-eyed Power I see
With liberal hand that loves to bless;
The clouds of Sorrow at her presence flee;
Rejoice! rejoice! ye Children of Distress!
The beams that play around her head
Thro’ Want’s dark vale their radiance spread:
The young uncultur’d mind imbibes the ray,
And Vice reluctant quits th’ expected prey.

Cease, thou lorn mother! cease thy wailings drear;
Ye babes! the unconscious sob forego;
Or let full Gratitude now prompt the tear
Which erst did Sorrow force to flow.
Unkindly cold and tempest shrill
In Life’s morn oft the traveller chill,
But soon his path the sun of Love shall warm;
And each glad scene look brighter for the storm!