Hymn IV: To Heaven

Great Heav'n, whose mighty frame no respite knows,
Father of all, from whom the world arose ;
Hear, bounteous parent, source and end of all,
For ever whirling round this earthly ball ;
Abode of Gods, whose guardian pow'r surrounds
Th' eternal world with ever during bounds!
Whose ample bosom, and encircling folds
The dire necessity of nature holds.
Etherial, earthly, whose all-various frame,
Azure and full of forms, no power can tame.
All-seeing, source of Saturn and of time,
For ever blessed, deity sublime,
propitious on a novel mystic shine,
And crown his wishes with a life divine.