O Thou whose power o’er moving worlds presides,

Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!

On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,

And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!

’Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast

With silent confidence and holy rest;

From Thee, great God! we spring, to Thee we tend,

Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End!