By the world’s glitter and the arts of him,
Thy foe and our destroyer, should forget
Its source and destiny, and breathe its vows
Again to idols, yet reject Thou not
This present offering. Let thy Grace surround
My steps as with a muniment of rocks,
And guide me in the uneven paths of life,
A pilgrim shielded by thy hollow hand.
And as the grateful earth sends up all day
Her exhalations through the bibulous air