SACRED
ODE
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
HARK
!
thro'
yon'
fretted
vaults
and
lofty
spires
Peal
the
deep
organs
to
the
sacred
quires
;
And
now
,
the
full
,
the
loud
hosannas
rise
,
Float
in
the
winds
,
and
roll
along
the
skies
:
The
solemn
sounds
Devotion's
ardour
raise
;
Now
mounts
the
spirit
with
diviner
blaze
:
Heaven
opens
:
earth
recedes
:
and
Nature
feels
The
ray
that
fir'd
the
prophet's
glowing
wheels
:
In
fiery
pomp
bright
seraphs
quit
the
sky
,
And
wrap
the
soul
in
holy
extasy
;
While
round
the
saphire
throne
th'
ethereal
train
Adoring
prostrate
raise
the
lofty
strain
:
I.
Arise
,
O
Lord
,
arise
;
In
all
thy
awful
glory
stand
confest
;
In
thee
for
ever
blest
,
Behold
thy
servants
veil
their
dazzled
eyes
.
Night
hath
for
thee
no
shades
;
Alike
to
thee
appears
the
orient
day
;
While
one
vast
light
,
one
inexhausted
ray
Of
thy
effulgent
power
the
whole
pervades
.
Then
whither
shall
we
stray
,
Where
of
thy
forming
hand
no
trace
is
found
?
Above
,
beneath
,
around
,
The
mighty
voice
is
heard
;
Where'er
the
hills
are
rear'd
,
Where
spreads
the
vaulted
sky
,
Or
foams
the
deep
profound
;
Thro'
Nature's
utmost
bound
To
us
her
works
reply
,
Proclaim
a
parent
God
,
a
present
Deity
.
II
.
Creation's
praise
is
least
;
Nature's
Restorer
,
to
preserve
is
thine
;
Whose
awful
voice
divine
Created
all
:
when
Discord
heard
,
and
ceas'd
;
For
it
is
thine
to
bind
The
moral
chain
of
Order's
perfect
law
,
And
to
their
course
the
swerving
motions
draw
Of
changeful
things
,
and
erring
human
kind
.
Death
with
insatiate
jaw
Gnash'd
oft
his
iron
phang
,
and
by
his
side
Stalking
with
ample
stride
Vice
rear'd
his
giant
size
Up-towering
to
the
skies
.
The
mourning
earth
was
waste
;
Confusion
roll'd
her
tide
;
When
down
the
Virtues
glide
;
Soft
Mercies
urg'd
their
haste
,
And
o'er
the
bleeding
world
the
sacred
mantle
cast
.
III
.
Beyond
created
sense
Mysterious
goodness
,
hid
in
deepest
night
!
In
vain
our
feeble
sight
Would
pierce
the
gloom
,
O
mighty
Providence
.
Where
the
deep
mazes
meet
Beneath
thy
awful
throne
no
eye
hath
seen
,
Where
wrapt
in
darkness
sits
thy
power
serene
,
And
the
loud
thunders
roll
beneath
thy
feet
.
O
,
when
shall
close
the
scene
?
And
Hope
be
lost
in
Truth's
wide
bursting
ray
?
O
haste
,
auspicious
day
.
O
haste
to
light
on
earth
Great
Nature's
second
birth
;
New
inmate
of
the
skies
,
When
man
renew'd
shall
shine
With
innocence
divine
;
And
blest
Obedience
rise
To
snatch
the
palm
that
crowns
her
faithful
victories
.