A Prayer

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A Prayer

Thou Who Mad’st the Mighty Clock

Thou who mad’st the mighty clock

Of the great world go;

Mad’st its pendulum swing and rock,

Ceaseless to and fro;

Thou whose will doth push and draw

Every orb in heaven,

Help me move by higher law

In my spirit graven.

Like a planet let me swing⁠—

With intention strong;

In my orbit rushing sing

Jubilant along;

Help me answer in my course

To my seasons due;

Lord of every stayless force,

Make my Willing true.