For Adoration, David’s Psalms,
Lift up the heart to deeds of alms;
And he, who kneels and chants,
Prevails his passions to control,
Finds meat and medicine to the soul,
Which for translation pants.
For Adoration, beyond match,
The scholar bullfinch aims to catch
The soft flute’s ivory touch:
And, careless, on the hazel spray
The daring redbreast keeps at bay
The damsel’s greedy clutch.
For Adoration, in the skies,
The Lord’s philosopher espies
The dog, the ram, and rose;
The planets’ ring, Orion’s sword;
Nor is his greatness less adored
In the vile worm that glows.
For Adoration, on the strings
The western breezes work their wings,
The captive ear to soothe—
Hark!’tis a voice—how still, and small—
That makes the cataracts to fall,
Or bids the sea be smooth!
For Adoration, incense comes
From bezoar, and Arabian gums,
And from the civet’s fur:
But as for prayer, or e’er it faints,
Far better is the breath of saints
Than galbanum or myrrh.
For Adoration, from the down
Of damsons to the anana’s crown,
God sends to tempt the taste;
And while the luscious zest invites
The sense, that in the scene delights,
Commands desire be chaste.
For Adoration, all the paths
Of grace are open, all the baths
Of purity refresh;
And all the rays of glory beam
To deck the man of God’s esteem
Who triumphs o’er the flesh.
For Adoration, in the dome
Of CHRIST, the sparrows find a home;
And on his olives perch:
The swallow also dwells with thee
O Man of GOD’S humility,
Within his Saviour’s Church