A delicate and tender thoughtThe quintessence is found of all He wrought;It is the fruit of all his works,Which we conceive,Bring forth, and give,Yea and in which the greater value lurks.It is the fine and curious flowerWhich we return and offer every hour;So tender is our ParadiseThat in a triceIt withers strait and fades awayIf we but cease its beauty to display.
A delicate and tender thoughtThe quintessence is found of all He wrought;It is the fruit of all his works,Which we conceive,Bring forth, and give,Yea and in which the greater value lurks.It is the fine and curious flowerWhich we return and offer every hour;So tender is our ParadiseThat in a triceIt withers strait and fades awayIf we but cease its beauty to display.
A delicate and tender thoughtThe quintessence is found of all He wrought;It is the fruit of all his works,Which we conceive,Bring forth, and give,Yea and in which the greater value lurks.It is the fine and curious flowerWhich we return and offer every hour;So tender is our ParadiseThat in a triceIt withers strait and fades awayIf we but cease its beauty to display.
A delicate and tender thought
The quintessence is found of all He wrought;
It is the fruit of all his works,
Which we conceive,
Bring forth, and give,
Yea and in which the greater value lurks.
It is the fine and curious flower
Which we return and offer every hour;
So tender is our Paradise
That in a trice
It withers strait and fades away
If we but cease its beauty to display.
Why things so precious should be madeSo prone, so easy, and so apt to fadeIt is not easy to declare;But God would haveHis creatures brave,And that too by their own continual care.He gave them power every hourBoth to erect and to maintain a tower,Which he far more in us doth prizeThan all the skies,That we might offer it to Him,And in our souls be like the Seraphim.
Why things so precious should be madeSo prone, so easy, and so apt to fadeIt is not easy to declare;But God would haveHis creatures brave,And that too by their own continual care.He gave them power every hourBoth to erect and to maintain a tower,Which he far more in us doth prizeThan all the skies,That we might offer it to Him,And in our souls be like the Seraphim.
Why things so precious should be madeSo prone, so easy, and so apt to fadeIt is not easy to declare;But God would haveHis creatures brave,And that too by their own continual care.He gave them power every hourBoth to erect and to maintain a tower,Which he far more in us doth prizeThan all the skies,That we might offer it to Him,And in our souls be like the Seraphim.
Why things so precious should be made
So prone, so easy, and so apt to fade
It is not easy to declare;
But God would have
His creatures brave,
And that too by their own continual care.
He gave them power every hour
Both to erect and to maintain a tower,
Which he far more in us doth prize
Than all the skies,
That we might offer it to Him,
And in our souls be like the Seraphim.
That temple David did intendWas but a thought, and yet it did transcendKing Solomon's. A thought we knowIs that for whichGod doth enrichWith joys even Heaven above and Earth below.For that all objects might be seenHe made the orient azure and the green:That we might in his works delightAnd that the sightOf those His treasures might enflameThe soul with love to Him, He made the same.
That temple David did intendWas but a thought, and yet it did transcendKing Solomon's. A thought we knowIs that for whichGod doth enrichWith joys even Heaven above and Earth below.For that all objects might be seenHe made the orient azure and the green:That we might in his works delightAnd that the sightOf those His treasures might enflameThe soul with love to Him, He made the same.
That temple David did intendWas but a thought, and yet it did transcendKing Solomon's. A thought we knowIs that for whichGod doth enrichWith joys even Heaven above and Earth below.For that all objects might be seenHe made the orient azure and the green:That we might in his works delightAnd that the sightOf those His treasures might enflameThe soul with love to Him, He made the same.
That temple David did intend
Was but a thought, and yet it did transcend
King Solomon's. A thought we know
Is that for which
God doth enrich
With joys even Heaven above and Earth below.
For that all objects might be seen
He made the orient azure and the green:
That we might in his works delight
And that the sight
Of those His treasures might enflame
The soul with love to Him, He made the same.
This sight which is the glorious EndOf all His works and which doth comprehendEternity and time and space,Is far more dear,And far more nearTo Him, than all His glorious dwelling-place.It is a spiritual world within,A living world and nearer far of kinTo God than that which first he made.While that doth fadeThis therefore ever shall endureWithin the soul as more divine and pure.
This sight which is the glorious EndOf all His works and which doth comprehendEternity and time and space,Is far more dear,And far more nearTo Him, than all His glorious dwelling-place.It is a spiritual world within,A living world and nearer far of kinTo God than that which first he made.While that doth fadeThis therefore ever shall endureWithin the soul as more divine and pure.
This sight which is the glorious EndOf all His works and which doth comprehendEternity and time and space,Is far more dear,And far more nearTo Him, than all His glorious dwelling-place.It is a spiritual world within,A living world and nearer far of kinTo God than that which first he made.While that doth fadeThis therefore ever shall endureWithin the soul as more divine and pure.
This sight which is the glorious End
Of all His works and which doth comprehend
Eternity and time and space,
Is far more dear,
And far more near
To Him, than all His glorious dwelling-place.
It is a spiritual world within,
A living world and nearer far of kin
To God than that which first he made.
While that doth fade
This therefore ever shall endure
Within the soul as more divine and pure.