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“All Thy Works Praise Thee, O Lord” by Christina Rossetti 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 (5 Dec 1830 – 29 Dec 1894)
A Processional of Creation.
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All.
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I All-Creation sing my song of praise
To God Who made me and vouchsafes my days
And sends me forth by multitudinous ways.
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Seraph.
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I like my Brethren burn eternally
With love of Him Who is Love and loveth me;
The Holy Holy Holy Unity.
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Cherub.
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I with my Brethren gaze eternally
On Him Who is Wisdom and Who knoweth me;
The Holy Holy Holy Trinity.
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All Angels.
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We rule we serve we work we store His treasure
Whose vessels are we brimmed with strength and pleasure;
Our joys fulfil yea overfill our measure.
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Heavens.
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We float before the Presence Infinite
We cluster round the Throne in our delight
Revolving and rejoicing in God’s sight.
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Firmament.
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I blue and beautiful and framed of air
At sunrise and at sunset grow most fair;
His glory by my glories I declare.
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Powers.
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We Powers are powers because He makes us strong;
Wherefore we roll all rolling orbs along
We move all moving things and sing our song.
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Sun.
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I blaze to Him in mine engarlanding
Of rays I flame His whole burnt-offering
While as a bridegroom I rejoice and sing.
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Moon.
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I follow and am fair and do His Will;
Through all my changes I am faithful still
Full-orbed or strait His mandate to fulfil.
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Stars.
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We Star-hosts numerous innumerous
Throng space with energy untumultuous
And work His Will Whose eye beholdeth us.
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Galaxies and Nebulae.
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No thing is far or near; and therefore we
Float neither far nor near; but where we be
Weave dances round the Throne perpetually.
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Comets and Meteors.
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Our lights dart here and there whirl to and fro
We flash and vanish we die down and glow;
All doing His Will Who bids us do it so.
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Showers.
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We give ourselves; and be we great or small
Thus are we made like Him Who giveth all
Like Him Whose gracious pleasure bids us fall.
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Dews.
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We give ourselves in silent secret ways
Spending and spent in silence full of grace;
And thus are made like God and show His praise.
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Winds.
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We sift the air and winnow all the earth;
And God Who poised our weights and weighs our worth
Accepts the worship of our solemn mirth.
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Fire.
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My power and strength are His Who fashioned me
Ordained me image of His Jealousy
Forged me His weapon fierce exceedingly.
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Heat.
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I glow unto His glory and do good:
I glow and bring to life both bud and brood;
I glow and ripen harvest-crops for food.
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Winter and Summer.
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Our wealth and joys and beauties celebrate
His wealth of beauty Who sustains our state
Before Whose changelessness we alternate.
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Spring and Autumn.
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I hope—and I remember—we give place
Either to other with contented grace
Acceptable and lovely all our days.
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Frost.
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I make the unstable stable binding fast
The world of waters prone to ripple past:
Thus praise I God Whose mercies I forecast.
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Cold.
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I rouse and goad the slothful apt to nod
I stir and urge the laggards with my rod:
My praise is not of men yet I praise God.
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Snow.
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My whiteness shadoweth Him Who is most fair
All spotless: yea my whiteness which I wear
Exalts His Purity beyond compare.
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Vapors.
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We darken sun and moon and blot the day
The good Will of our Maker to obey:
Till to the glory of God we pass away.
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Night.
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Moon and all stars I don for diadem
To make me fair: I cast myself and them
Before His feet Who knows us gem from gem.
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Day.
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I shout before Him in my plenitude
Of light and warmth of hope and wealth and food;
Ascribing all good to the Only Good.
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Light and Darkness.
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I am God’s dwelling-place—And also I
Make His pavilion—Lo we bide and fly
Exulting in the Will of God Most High.
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Lightning and Thunder.
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We indivisible flash forth His Fame
We thunder forth the glory of His Name
In harmony of resonance and flame.
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Clouds.
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Sweet is our store exhaled from sea or river:
We wear a rainbow praising God the Giver
Because His mercy is for ever and ever.
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Earth.
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I rest in Him rejoicing: resting so
And so rejoicing in that I am low;
Yet known of Him and following on to know.
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Mountains.
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Our heights which laud Him sink abased before
Him higher than the highest evermore:
God higher than the highest we adore.
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Hills.
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We green-tops praise Him and we fruitful heads
Whereon the sunshine and the dew He sheds:
We green-tops praise Him rising from out beds.
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Green Things.
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We all green things we blossoms bright or dim
Trees bushes brushwood corn and grasses slim
We lift our many-favored lauds to Him.
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Rose—Lily—Violet.
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I praise Him on my thorn which I adorn—
And I amid my world of thistle and thorn—
And I within my veil where I am born.
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Apple—Citron—Pomegranate.
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We Apple-blossom Citron Pomegranate
We clothed of God without our toil and fret
We offer fatness where His Throne is set.
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Vine—Cedar—Palm.
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I proffer Him my sweetness who am sweet—
I bow my strength in fragrance at His feet—
I wave myself before His Judgment Seat.
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Medicinal Herbs.
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I bring refreshment—I bring ease and calm—
I lavish strength and healing—I am balm—
We work His pitiful Will and chant our psalm.
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A Spring.
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Clear my pure fountain clear and pure my rill
My fountain and mine outflow deep and still
I set His semblance forth and do His Will.
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Sea.
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To-day I praise God with a sparkling face
My thousand thousand waves all uttering praise:
To-morrow I commit me to His Grace.
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Floods.
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We spring and swell meandering to and fro
From height to depth from depth to depth we flow
We fertilize the world and praise Him so.
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Whales and Sea Mammals.
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We Whales and Monsters gambol in His sight
Rejoicing every day and every night
Safe in the tender keeping of His Might.
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Fishes.
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Our fashions and our colors and our speeds
Set forth His praise Who framed us and Who feeds
Who knows our number and regards our needs.
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Birds.
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Winged Angels of this visible world we fly
To sing God’s praises in the lofty sky;
We scale the height to praise our Lord most High.
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Eagle and Dove.
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I the sun-gazing Eagle—I the Dove
With plumes of softness and a note of love—
We praise by divers gifts One God above.
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Beasts and Cattle.
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We forest Beasts—We Beasts of hill or cave—
We border-loving Creatures of the wave—
We praise our King with voices deep and grave.
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Small Animals.
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God forms us weak and small but pours out all
We need and notes us while we stand or fall:
Wherefore we praise Him weak and safe and small.
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Lamb.
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I praise my loving Lord Who maketh me
His type by harmless sweet simplicity:
Yet He the Lamb of lambs incomparably.
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Lion.
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I praise the Lion of the Royal Race
Strongest in fight and swiftest in the chase:
With all my might I leap and lavish praise.
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All Men.
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All creatures sing around us and we sing:
We bring our own selves as our offering
Our very selves we render to our King.
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Israel.
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Flock of our Shepherd’s pasture and His fold
Purchased and well-beloved from days of old
We tell His praise which still remains untold.
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Priests.
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We free-will Shepherds tend His sheep and feed;
We follow Him while caring for their need;
We follow praising Him and them we lead.
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Servants of God.
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We love God for He loves us; we are free
In serving Him who serve Him willingly:
As kings we reign and praise His Majesty.
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Holy and Humble Persons.
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All humble souls he calls and sanctifies;
All holy souls He calls to make them wise;
Accepting all His free-will sacrifice.
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Babes.
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He maketh me—And me—And me—To be
His blessed little ones around His knee
Who praise Him by mere love confidingly.
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Women.
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God makes our service love and makes our wage
Love: so we wend on patient pilgrimage
Extolling Him by love from age to age.
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Men.
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God gives us power to rule: He gives us power
To rule ourselves and prune the exuberant flower
Of youth and worship Him hour after hour.
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Spirits and Souls—
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Lo in the hidden world we chant our chant
To Him Who fills us that we nothing want
To Him Whose bounty leaves our craving scant.
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of Babes—
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With milky mouths we praise God from the breast
Called home betimes to rest the perfect rest
By love and joy fufilling His behest.
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of Women—
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We praise His Will which made us what He would
His Will which fashioned us and called us good
His Will our plenary beatitude.
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of Men.
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We praise His Will Who bore with us so long
Who out of weakness wrought us swift and strong
Champions of right and putters-down of wrong.
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All.
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Let everything that hath or hath not breath
Let days and endless days let life and death
Praise God praise God praise God His creature saith.