O Infinite of goodness and of glory!

The knee that Thou hast shaped, shall bend to Thee;

The tongue which Thou hast tuned, shall chant Thy praise.

And Thine own image, the immortal soul,

Shall consecrate herself to Thee, for ever!

Christopher Smart.

Devotion, when lukewarm, is undevout;

But when it glows, its heat is struck to heaven:

To human hearts her golden harps are strung;

High Heaven’s orchestra chants Amen to man.