338. To Thee, whose temple is all space

1 To Thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature’s incense rise.

2 If I am right, Thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.

3 What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun
That more than heaven pursue.

4 Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent
At aught Thy wisdom hath denied,
Or aught Thy goodness lent.

5 Teach me to feel another’s woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

6 This day be bread and peace my lot;
All else beneath the sun
Thou know’st if best bestowed or not,
And let Thy will be done.

Text Information
First Line: To Thee, whose temple is all space
Author: Alexander Pope (1738)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1910
Tune Information
Name: ST. MAGNUS
Composer: Jeremiah Clarke, 1670-1707
Meter: C. M.



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