CHRISTOPHER SMART
Tell them, I AM, Jehovah said
To Moses; while earth heard in dread,
And, smitten to the heart, At once above, beneath, around, All Nature, without voice or sound,
Replied, O LORD, THOU ART.
The world, the clustering spheres, He made; The glorious light, the soothing shade,
Dale, champaign, grove, and hill; The multitudinous abyss, Where Secrecy remains in bliss,
And Wisdom hides her skill.
The pillars of the Lord are seven,
Which stand from earth to topmost heaven ;
His Wisdom drew the plan ; His Word accomplish'd the design, From brightest gem to deepest mine;
From Christ enthroned, to Man.
For Adoration all the ranks Of Angels yield eternal thanks,
And David in the midst; With God's good poor, which, last and least In man's esteem, Thou to Thy feast,
O blessed Bridegroom, bidd'st!
For Adoration, David's Psalms Lift up the heart to deeds of alms;
And he, who kneels and chants, Prevails his passions to control, Finds meat and medicine to the soul,
Which for translation pants.
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