Chapter 54 No.54

Blest above praise and prayer

And incense of men's air,

Thy place is higher than where such voices rise

As in men's temples make

Music for some vain sake,

This God's or that God's, in one weary wise;

Thee the soul silent, the shut heart,

The locked lips of the spirit praise thee that thou art.

            
            

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