164 WE PRAISE THEE, O LORD Round the Lord in glory seated, Filled His temple and repeated Each to each th'alternate hymn: "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Holy, holy, holy," singing, "Lord of Hosts, the Lord Most High. "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" RICHARD MANT 165 THE PRAYERS OF ALL LIVING The Hen praiseth God, Saying, "Thou hast given me As much intelligence As unto the Cock; Therefore do I praise Thee Unto the end, which fleeth The Raven sayeth: "Who prepareth the Raven his food, The young ravens when they cry!" The Parrot sayeth: "Praise the Lord with the harp! Praise Him with the ten-stringed nabluim! For God hath gifted me That I can speak His praise. Lo! ye, the other birds Cannot do like unto me!" The bird Tsih sings: "Light is sown unto the holy ones, And joy unto those Who are of upright minds!" The Frog singeth a Psalm: "Praised be the majesty Of His mighty kingdom For ever and ever!" The Cat sayeth When the Mouse escapeth her On high among the stars, Yet will I bring thee down! For I have sharp nails To climb and to spring, For all of which I praise the Lord!" The Mouse sayeth, Escaping from the Cat: "I thank Thee, O God, That mine enemy Hath not rejoiced over me!" The Dog sayeth: "Come, let us throw ourselves down, Let us kneel and bow Before God, our Maker!" The Weasel sayeth: "Let all things which breathe Praise the Lord through ages! I am not of the earth, Nor yet am I of the sea, So I declare, All creatures that have souls, Praise the Lord! That His holy name may be whole, And say, Let Him be praised For ever and for ever." FROM AN OLD JEWISH CANTICLE 166 A PRAYER O God, my Father and my Friend, FELICIA D. HEMANS [At the age of nine] 167 BEAUTIFUL THINGS What millions of beautiful things there must be The tossing, the foaming, the wide flowing sea, O there are the mountains, half covered with snow, Vast caves in the earth, full of wonderful things, Here spread the sweet meadows with thousands of flowers, Far away are old woods that for ages remain ; Wild elephants sleep in the shade of their bowers, Or troops of young antelopes traverse the plain. O yes, they are glorious, all to behold, And pleasant to read of, and curious to know, And something of God and His wisdom we're told, Whatever we look at-wherever we go. ANN TAYLOR |