by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930)

Eternal Father, who didst all create
Language: English 
Eternal Father, who didst all create,
In whom we live, and to whose bosom move,
To all men be Thy name known, which is Love,
Till its loud praises sound at heaven's high gate.
Perfect Thy kingdom in our passing state,
That here on earth Thou may'st as well approve
Our [service]1, as Thou ownest theirs above,
Whose joy we echo and in pain await.

Grant body and soul each day their daily bread:
And should in spite of grace fresh [woe]2 begin,
Even as our anger soon is past and dead
Be Thy remembrance mortal of our sin:
By Thee in paths of peace Thy sheep be led,
And in the vale of terror comforted.

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1 Holst: "homage"
2 Holst: "use"

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-28
Line count: 14
Word count: 116