Thou who mad`st the mighty clock Of the great world go; Mad`st its pendulum swing and rock, Ceaseless to and fro; Thou whose will doth push and draw Every orb in heaven, Help me move by higher law In my spirit graven. Like a planet let me swing— With intention strong; In my orbit rushing sing Jubilant along; Help me answer in my course To my seasons due; Lord of every stayless force, Make my Willing true.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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