Classic Poem

Great Maker of the heavens wide,
Who, least things mixt should all confound,
The floods and waters didst divide,
And didst appoint the heavens their bound;

Ordering where heavenly things shall stay,
Where streams shall run on earthly soyl,
That waters may the flames allay,
Least they the globe of earth should spoil;

Sweet Lord, into our minds infuse
The gift of everlasting grace,
That no old faults which we did use
May with new frauds our souls deface.

May our true faith obtain the light,
And such clear beams our hearts possess,
That it vain things may vanish quite,
And that no falsehood it oppress.

Dear Father, grant what we intreat,
And only Son who like power hast,
Together with the Paraclete,
Reigning whilst times and ages last.