Poem by George Crabbe

Hymn

Beccles, 1778.

Oh, Thou! who taught my infant eye
To pierce the air, and view the sky,
To see my God in earth and seas,
To hear him in the vernal breeze,
To know him midnight thoughts among,
O guide my soul, and aid my song!
Spirit of Light! do thou impart
Majestic truths, and teach my heart;
Teach me to know how weak I am,
How vain my powers, how poor my frame;
Teach me celestial paths untrod--
The ways of glory and of God.

No more let me, in vain surprise,
To heathen art give up my eyes--
To piles laborious science rear'd
For heroes brave, or tyrants fear'd;
But quit Philosophy, and see
The Fountain of her works in Thee.

Fond man! yon glassy mirror eye--
Go, pierce the flood, and there descry
The miracles that float between
The rainy leaves of wat'ry green;
Old Ocean's hoary treasures scan;
See nations swimming round a span.

Then wilt thou say--and rear no more
Thy monuments in mystic lore--
My God! I quit my vain design,
And drop my work to gaze on Thine:
Henceforth I'll frame myself to be,
Oh, Lord! a monument of Thee.

1. The Learning of Love
2. Parody on [Byrom's] “My Time, Oh Ye Muses”
3. The Wish
4. Ye Gentle Gales
5. Mira

Henry Newbolt Hymn ("O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands")

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