The South Aisle: The Creed XII

Lord, who to set Thy pardon's seal,
To us thy Godhead dost reveal,
And on our skies the signal plant
Of the life giving covenant :
Grant I may so obedience learn,
That I may thus those truths discern !
Grant I may so those truths discern,
That I may thus obedience learn !
Until their mutual benison
Disclose in me th' Eternal Son.

So order me, without Thy shrine,
To walk in holy discipline,
Thy treasures in my soul to hide,
To steer me from the rocks of pride,
The lowliness of place to love,
And holiest truths by practice prove,
Resign'd, resolv'd, in meekness bold,
Thy steps to watch, Thy hand to hold,
That so Faith's scroll, which I repeat,
May find in me accordance meet.

And teach me so, Thy shrine within,
Calm'd by Thy peace from worldly din,
The everlasting Faith to hear,
With fancy warm and spirit clear,
That, going thence, 'mid worldly strife
I daily wear a charmed life ;
That wisdom, like a living well,
Within my heart of hearts may dwell,
Strengthening and freshening, as we go,
The vale of sorrows here below !
Till Truth no more, in Nature's glass,
Shall like a shadow by us pass,
But we shall see her fountain bright,
And dwell with her in seas of light.