Here you will find the Poem A Desire To Praise of poet Thomas Parnell
Propitious Son of God to thee With all my soul I bend my knee, My wish I send my want impart, And dedicate my mind and heart, For as an absent parent's son Whose second year is only run, When no protecting friend is near, Void of wit and void of fear, With things that hurt him fondly plays, Or here he falls, or there he strays; So shou'd my soul's eternal guide The sacred spirit be deny'd, Thy servant soon the loss wou'd know, And sink in sin, or run to woe. O spirit bountifully kind, Warm, possess, and fill my mind, Disperse my sins with light divine And raise the flames of love with thine, Before thy pleasures rightly priz'd Let wealth and honour be despis'd, And let the Father's glory be More dear itself than life to me. Sing of Jesus! virgins sing Him your everlasting King; Sing of Jesus! chearful youth, Him the God of love and truth: Write and raise a song divine Or come and hear, and borrow mine. Son Eternal, word supreme, Who made the universal frame, Heav'n and all its shining show, Earth and all it holds below; Bow with mercy bow thine ear While we sing thy praises here; Son Eternal ever bless'd, Resting on the Father's breast, Whose tender love for all provides, Whose power over all presides; Bow with pity, bow thine ear While we sing thy praises, hear. Thou, by pity's soft extream, Mov'd, and won, and set on flame, Assum'd the form of man, and fell In pains, to rescue man from hell; How bright thine humble glories rise And match the lustre of the skies, From death and hell's dejected state Arising, thou resum'd thy seat, And golden thrones of bliss prepar'd Above, to be thy saints reward. How bright thy glorious honours rise, And with new lustre grace the skies. For thee, the sweet seraphick Choir Raise the voice and tune the Lyre, And praises with harmonious sounds Through all the highest heav'n rebounds. O make our notes with theirs agree And bless the souls that sing of thee: To thee, the churches here rejoice, The solemn organs aid the voice: To sacred roofs the sound we raise, The sacred roofs resound thy praise: And while our notes in one agree, O! bless the church that sings to thee.