O LORD."
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Cold.
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.
I stir and urge the laggards with my rod:
My praise is not of men, yet I praise God.
Snow.
My whiteness shadoweth Him Who is most fair,
All spotless: yea, my whiteness which I wear
Exalts His Purity beyond compare.
All spotless: yea, my whiteness which I wear
Exalts His Purity beyond compare.
Vapours.
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.
The good Will of our Maker to obey:
Till to the glory of God we pass away.
Night.
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.
To make me fair: I cast myself and them
Before His feet, Who knows us gem from gem.
Day.
I shout before Him in my plenitude
Of light and warmth, of hope and wealth and food;
Ascribing all good to the Only Good.
Of light and warmth, of hope and wealth and food;
Ascribing all good to the Only Good.
