Spirit of heaven--wrought excellence,
My soul! be still! that I may see
What thy mysterious spark can be;
Whether the thoughts which sully thee on earth,
Crusting thy godlike virtue from thy birth
With foul corruptions, and impurity,
Will, when thou quittest for eternity,
Attend thy transit hence.
Beam of light divine! unquenchable!
Thou shinest as a distant star
Viewed in thy deathless lustre far;
Thy wondrous power, and nature, none can know
While they behold thy glory from below;
Beneath thy potent influence we are,
Blind, earthy worms that God's fair image mar
While in the dust we dwell!