There is a book, who runs may read
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There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God himself is found. The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Maker's love, Wherewith encompassed, great and small, In peace and order move. The moon above, the Church below, A wondrous race they run; But all their radiance, all their glow, Each borrows of its sun. The Saviour lends the light and heat That crown his holy hill; The saints, like stars, around his seat Perform their courses still. The dew of heaven is like thy grace, It steals in silence down; But where it lights, the favoured place By richest fruits is known. One name, above all glorious names, With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs. The raging fire, the roaring wind, Thy boundless power display; But in the gentler breeze we find Thy Spirit's viewless way. Two worlds are ours: 'tis only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the sea and sky. Thou who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out thee, And read thee everywhere. |
Est codex, cursor quem legat, ut vera noverit, dum puriter inspiciat et Christianus sit. Quotquot sunt opera Dei nos, ubicumque sunt, ut eius paginae libri ad ipsum dirigunt. Caelum notetur splendidum Factoris ut amor, amplexu cuius omnium tranquillus est tenor. Ut luna, sic Ecclesia mirandum cursum it, suus sed, ut sit lucida, utrique sol facit. Lux et calor colli sacro a Salvatore sunt, eumque siderum modo sancti circueunt. Descendit gratia tua ut ros silentio, fit et seges notissima quo cecidit loco. Supremum nomen nominum proclamat plurimis aeternum vocibus fretum, respondens angelis. Tu flabris borealibus cognosceris potens mollique zephyro tuus clam Spiritus agens. Duplex est mundus: extera videntibus patent; internum nostra vitia discerni prohibent. Das, Deus, oculos mihi, ut pulchra videam; da mentem, instar ut libri ubique te legam. |