1 O Thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides,
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,
And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!

2 'Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast
With silent confidence and holy rest;
From Thee, great God! we spring, to Thee we tend,
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End!