WORSHIP

Earth, sea, and skies,

For me are in thine eyes,

Yea, thou for me

Holdest within thyself eternity.

As the dew's sphere

Encloses all the clear

Fires hung in the night,

The thin moon and the shaken seas delight.

And there the rose

Where seraphs throne them, glows

Quiring God's name,

With music that is sound of joy made flame.

God's very grace

Is perfect in thy face,

Mirrored such wise

That I mine own soul there imparadise.