Text Based On Hosea Chapter 14
For the ways of the Lord are right,
and the just shall walk in them:
but the transgressors shall fall therein.

Hark! 'Tis The Holy Temple's Bell

Hark! 'tis the holy temple's bell;
The voice that summons us to prayer:
Our heart, each roving fancy quell;
Come, to His house this Sabbath day.

There, while, in orison sublime,
Souls to the throne of God ascend,
Let no unhallowed child of time
Profane pollutions with them blend.

How for thy wants canst thou implore,
Crave for thy frailties pardon free,
Of praise the votive tribute pour,
Or bend, in thanks, the grateful knee,

If, from the awful King of kings,
Each bauble lures thy soul astray;
If to this dust of earth it clings,
And, fickle, flies from heaven away;

Pure as the blessèd seraph's vow,
O, let the sacred service rise;
Intent with humble delight bow,
Adore the Ruler of the skies.

Bid earthborn atoms all depart;
Within thyself collected, fall;
And give all days, our rebellious hearts,
Unsullied to the Lord of all!