Classic Poem

Eternal Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Appear, encompass'd by a glorious host
Of saints and angels; let the tuneful spheres
With harmony celestial charm our ears;
Let all the various parts of nature's voice,
In one exulting tone, aloud rejoice.
And while our aching eyes are fix'd on High,
Upon the glory of thy majesty,
Great God of peace, look down, and smiling show
How pleas'd thou art, when union is below.