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1O Thou, which
2Not only on this earthly ball
3Where I, a wretched
4But those vast orbs which shine so bright,
5And are so glorious to our sight,
6From Thee have influence and light;
7Not only those who yearly run
8Round that illustrious globe, the sun,
9When Thou bidst stay, their
fixed stars5, whose
11Three hundred suns at least
12Owe unto Thee their
13Shouldst Thou Thy glorious beams recall,
chaos9they would fall
15And darkness would
16When Thou send’st forth
17All that exists begins their birth;
18When Thou drawest back, they turn to earth.
19Who can Thy infinite power
20Which didst create this universe
21And canst to
22Should all annihilated be,
as easy14unto Thee,
24O what would then become of me?
25Nay, rather all to dust
26I gladly will my
27It will my
28My tears, my dust, shall
29To air which, circularly,
30Thy blessed name shall
31But as my tears in air ascends,
32I’ll raise no storms to hurt my friends;
33My soul hath far more noble ends.
34But sighs, like winds, so fills my breast
35That in this sphere I cannot rest,
Till20glorious beams may
crown my crest21.
37For higher still I must aspire.
38Thus, noble thoughts, do still fly higher
delate22myself to fire.
40And as I now burn high and clear,
41Let me no
42To put the guilty world in fear;
43For love and zeal my breast inflames.
44Then follow, all heroic dames;
45It will immortalize your fames.
now24I am diffused to light
47By Thy almighty power and might,
48Let me enjoy Thy blessed sight.
49My beams contracted as I shine,
50This world to ashes would calcine,
51But O, I could it not refine.
52Nor back again I would not turn
53Though I a thousand worlds might burn;
54It would too long my joys adjourn.
55Then let me ever with Thee shine;
57The eternal glory shall be Thine.
58Now you that scorn repentant tears
59As if proceeding from base fears,
yours26lies low, my dust
61From this sad, solitary grove
62To those eternal joys above,
63Where all’s involved in light and love.