Manifold the graces,
On earth's bosom lying;
Multiform the faces,
In the heavens flying;—
Faces as of angels,
Bountiful and bright;
Graces of God's Spirit,
Leading man aright.
Deep and rich the treasures,
In man's bosom hidden;
Full and free the pleasures
To which he is bidden;—
Pleasures spread in Eden,
When the world was young,
Treasures laid in Heaven,
And by seraphs sung.
Firm and sure the pledges,
By God's Allness given;
High and safe the hedges.
Ne'er from manhood riven;—
Hedges green and lustrous,
Fading nevermore;
Pledges from a Father,
Out of boundless store.
